The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2319 Native from the Origin Island (I)

Meylin’s gaze was sharp and freezing as she observed the Abomination standing before her. She had evaded its strikes with effortless grace, all while gauging its strength and testing if her Depravita powers could take hold of it.

Regrettably, the Abomination was a mindless creature, leaving her unable to manipulate its emotions. This rendered techniques like Negative Teleportation completely ineffective.

"It is practically a machine of flesh." Upon reaching this grim realization, the eyes of the True Depravita of Original Sin turned even colder.

Having gathered enough information, she decided it was time to finish the encounter. With a sudden burst of speed, she lunged forward with her swords, weaving past the beast's attack to reach its head.

Hell and Abyss were plunged deep into the creature's brain. However, Meylin intended to do more than just slay it. Although the energy of Origin Island was unavailable for her Cultivation, her nature as a Depravita gave her an innate ability to devour, and she planned to feast on the Abomination's energy and vitality.

To her misfortune, the energy within the monster proved just as volatile as the island's atmosphere, making it impossible for her to process. Its vitality, however, successfully nourished her physical form and acted as a catalyst to stimulate her Depravita Aura.

Yet, at the very moment she was draining the final sparks of its life force, she made contact with the Abomination’s essence. The True Depravita of Original Sin’s eyes snapped wide, and her body began to shake violently as the energy burned through her like molten lava.

Gathering every ounce of her willpower, the True Depravita of Original Sin forced herself to vomit a mouthful of blood, expelling the essence she had just tried to absorb.

A flicker of alarm crossed Meylin’s features as the true lethality of this island became clear. While killing the Abomination was simple, the act of consuming its essence had nearly caused her to lose consciousness.

"I need to be more..." Meylin’s words cut off as a sharp sting pierced her calf. Glancing down, she discovered a bizarre centipede with a mask for a face, its tail buried in her skin. As an Alpha-Omega Overgod True Depravita, the fact that a mere insect could bypass her senses and strike her leg was utterly stunning. There was no time for shock, however, as the masked centipede tunneled into her flesh and vanished from sight in an instant.

"ZNNNN-"

Within a split second, Hell and Abyss flashed through the air, severing her own leg as she leaped backward. Meylin ground her teeth against the agonizing pain of the self-inflicted wound, but she refused to let her guard drop. She watched as the discarded limb twitched and withered, covered in rapidly appearing eggs. These parasites were feasting on the energy and life within the leg, hatching a moment later to produce a swarm of new masked centipedes.

Cold sweat beaded on Meylin’s back at the realization of what would have happened without her swift reaction. The prospect of her own body becoming a breeding ground for such foul insects was a fate far more terrifying than death.

The moment of dread passed quickly as her leg regenerated. She immediately set upon the newborn centipedes with her blades, hacking at them until nothing but dust remained.

Inhaling deeply to steady her nerves, Meylin turned her attention to the horizon. She could not pinpoint the location of her allies, but her command over the Flow allowed her to sense where the most potent energies were gathering.

"The Eternity Gate should be at the island's center. If the others are heading there, the closer I get, the better my chances of a reunion."

The True Depravita was well aware that this path also increased the likelihood of encountering the Neo-Angel from the Freedom Path, but remaining stationary was not an option. With her objective set, Meylin accelerated her pace, though she remained hyper-vigilant, scanning her environment constantly.

The warriors of the Life Path were not the only ones struggling on the Island of Origin; the Neo-Angels were also being tested by its horrors.

Bradly was breathing heavily, his left arm dangling uselessly at his side. He had been forced to flee from a swarm of fist-sized butterflies, each sporting a masked face.

One had slipped past his defenses, and its sting caused the blood in his left hand to clot so rapidly it turned into a jelly-like substance, rendering the limb paralyzed. The affliction sought to spread, forcing the Neo-Angel to exert all his energy to contain the toxin.

It required several hours for Bradly to find a sanctuary free of Abominations or masked pests. He took a ragged breath and turned his focus inward toward his Neo-Angel Core.

The surrounding atmospheric energy began to pull into the core before circulating through his system. Though he could not absorb the island's energy directly, the core acted as a filter. Utilizing the potent energy of the island through this medium, Bradly managed to restore his blood flow and purge the butterfly venom after twenty minutes of concentration.

A faint smile touched the Neo-Angel’s lips upon his recovery, though his expression soon turned grim. With the Ancient One's assistance, he had not only restored his body and soul to their prime but had also grown significantly stronger during his years of training, all for the sake of his vengeance against the Scarlet King.

Despite that newfound power, this environment had nearly claimed his life.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Bradly pressed on until he stumbled upon a pond. His eyes narrowed instantly as he spotted a figure by the water.

"Is he fishing?"