Chapter 1802: Head of the army
Cain and Meylin swiftly rose from their Divine Kingdom, ascending toward the vast landmass that stretched infinitely before them. The journey to the Eternal Kingdom of the Dragon Empress was notoriously long and arduous. However, fortune favored them, as they soon spotted a familiar presence waiting patiently for their arrival.
The Neo-Demon and Depravita showed faint, respectful smiles upon recognizing the towering form of Bahamut, the mighty obsidian dragon, standing proudly before them. Bahamut’s massive, polished black scales shimmered ominously beneath the chaotic skies.
"Welcome, friends," Bahamut roared cheerfully, his voice powerful enough to shake the surroundings yet warmly welcoming. He raised a claw, holding up a small, intricately crafted ring composed of five vibrant colors, each representing a fundamental force. With a casual gesture, the artifact rapidly expanded, transforming into a majestic spatial portal.
Naturally, the portal wasn’t Bahamut’s own creation but rather a treasure entrusted to him by the Dragon Empress herself. Understanding the need for speed, Cain and Meylin wasted no time and immediately stepped into the portal alongside the obsidian dragon.
In an instant, the trio emerged in an expansive area near Tiamat’s Eternal Kingdom, a realm that typically stood empty, calm, and desolate. Today, however, this usually tranquil land was teeming with activity.
Millions of cultivators had gathered here, their collective aura forming a dense, vibrant sea of power and anticipation. Among these countless cultivators, the majority were Legends. Hundreds among them radiated the profound energies of Void Eclipse Legends, their auras vibrating intensely with the unmistakable resonance of Oniric Truths, clearly indicating they had already begun to grasp and assimilate the deeper rules of the universe.
Cain’s sharp gaze scanned the crowd meticulously, noting that many of these Void Eclipse Legends were close to breaking through into the Prima Deity Rank. Though impressed by their potential, Cain understood clearly that such cultivators would not directly influence the war’s outcome.
A single Archdeity could effortlessly massacre their ranks. Nonetheless, their presence was far from useless. These Legends would be instrumental in holding strategic positions, securing conquered territories, and most importantly, utilizing the chaos of war as a powerful catalyst to push their cultivation toward breakthroughs.
His assessment complete, Cain turned his attention upward. In the vast expanse of the sky floated forty-two imposing figures, each radiating an immense and intimidating aura capable of submerging cities and igniting oceans.
Of these majestic beings, thirty-five were dragons, their massive bodies coiling and uncoiling gracefully amid clouds of energy. The remaining seven entities were equally fascinating: three were humans exuding deep confidence and ancient wisdom; two were winged beings, their blazing feathers marking them as fiery paragons; one was a massive entity formed entirely from shifting, mysterious fog; and the final was an ancient, towering tree whose presence felt timeless, rooted deeply in primordial energies.
Such diversity was uncommon within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, yet in the Crimson World, it was perfectly natural—an expected and ordinary sight.