The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2299 Facing an Alpha-Omega Overgod Prototype

The fire flickering within the hollow sockets of the Skull Lord burned with a sharp, pitiless intensity, every ounce of his focus fixed upon the Neo-Angel. Each stroke of the Neo-Angel’s blade sought to rewrite reality, forcing the very fabric of space-time to stagnate around the Skull Lord’s colossal frame. This suffocating pressure did more than just obstruct movement; it bore down on his consciousness, intent, and reflexes, as if the cosmos itself were demanding his total submission.

Nevertheless, the Skull Lord refused to break.

The True Depravita met this tyranny with pure defiance. His weapon’s thrusts carried a momentum that disregarded all resistance, a kinetic force that sliced through both layered laws and crushing mass. His power never wavered, never faltered, and never diminished. Each strike served as the catalyst for the next, forging an unbreakable chain of acceleration that surged forward with a terrifying, inevitable grace.

The firmament trembled as their collisions grew more violent. Shockwaves cascaded outward, shredding the clouds and obscuring the heavens. The very foundation of the world groaned under the incredible strain.

Then, without warning, the flames in Skull Head's eyes flared—focused, sharp, and hyper-aware.

A new presence had manifested behind him.

This newcomer took the shape of a gargantuan, hunched stone golem. Its elongated arms hung so low they nearly brushed the earth under their own immense weight. Its stone skin was fractured, filled with cracks that pulsed with a molten golden glow, as if some primordial power was desperately holding the shattered form together. Its oversized limbs radiated a sense of overwhelming brute strength and devastating, albeit slow, power.

However, that was not what sparked the Skull Lord’s immediate alarm.

Within this monstrosity pulsed the unmistakable, distinct aura of a Neo-Angel.

It was not refined.

It was not complete.

It was wild, chaotic, and riddled with fundamental defects.

"A Prototype," the Skull Lord instantly concluded.

As a supreme authority of the Life Path, he was well-acquainted with the Ancient One's discarded experiments—beings birthed in agony and kept alive by volatile life force, destined for brief and bloody lives. Despite their flaws, they still commanded a terrifying level of destruction.

The Skull Lord dismissed the thought and calculated his odds in an instant. The Prototype lacked the strength to kill him alone—but a single moment of delay would suffice. One heartbeat of distraction would permit the Neo-Angel in front of him to land a lethal, perhaps final, blow.

Unfortunately, just as the Skull Lord prepared to react, the Neo-Angel unleashed a crushing weight across the sky. The pressure was so immense that even the True Depravita could not immediately break free, leaving him exposed to the coming strike.

Just as the Prototype’s massive limb began its descent, the void ignited.

A sword wreathed in crimson flames sliced through the air, discharging a torrent of fire that smashed into the golem and sent it tumbling backward across the horizon.

For a fleeting second, the Skull Lord and the Scarlet King locked eyes.

No words were spoken.

None were required.

With a single mutual nod, they both returned to their respective slaughter.

The Skull Lord was aware that Cain was progressing toward the Fourth Realm, but the sheer speed of his arrival was stunning. Even so, there was no time for interrogation. The True Depravita offered a silent prayer of thanks to fate and lunged forward, his sword vibrating with enough power to impale a star, intent on making the Neo-Angel pay for the ambush.

Conversely, the Neo-Angel was consumed by nothing but white-hot rage.

This engagement had been meticulously planned. He had even activated a Prototype despite its limited lifespan, burning through resources and stability for this specific encounter. Every variable had been calculated—every potential problem accounted for.

And now, the entire plan was falling apart.

He burned with a desperate urge to grind Cain into dust beneath collapsing stars, but the window of opportunity had closed. Only one path remained.

He would have to face the True Depravita in a direct confrontation.

He swung his blade with every scrap of power he possessed.

A detonation followed, so cataclysmic that the celestial spheres shuddered.

Cain felt the shockwave of the explosion at his back, its force enough to send tremors through his spine, but he did not look away. His entire focus remained locked onto the prototype.

"Blood Sovereign Entry."

Sky Devour became a blur of motion, its strikes compact and impossibly quick. The Prototype’s armor was formidable—cosmic stone bolstered by volatile divine energy—yet Cain carved through it regardless, biting deep into its core. The physical damage was minor.

But damage was never the primary objective.

The opening allowed Viral Will to infiltrate the golem. Imperium Seeds began to take root within the creature’s soul pathways, infecting its very makeup, slowing its motor functions, and rotting its power from the inside out.

The Prototype let out a roar of agony and fury, retaliating blindly. Its massive arms hammered down repeatedly, each blow capable of pulverizing Cain’s body instantly.

Yet raw power proved insufficient.

The beast lacked finesse. It lacked combat experience.

With the Imperium Seeds eroding it from the inside and the Flow exposing every telegraph and weakness, Cain evaded every strike with surgical precision. Every counter-move bit deeper, Sky Devour carving further into the unstable entity.

"Adaptive Severance."

The blade’s edge shifted its frequency, synchronizing with the prototype’s essence. It phased through physical defenses to sever not just meat and stone, but the creature’s functional existence. Power leaked from the golem in shards, its strength unraveling bit by bit.

The harmony was absolute. Internal corruption. External butchery.

The Prototype's energy waned steadily, its movements growing sluggish and its attacks losing their sting. Cain moved with flawless grace, capitalizing on every gap, his fatigue held at bay by sheer discipline and the relentless efficiency of the Imperium Battle Style.

A thin smile played on his lips.

Even in a depleted state, this technique allowed him to challenge foes that existed far beyond his current boundaries.

Elsewhere on the field of battle, the momentum shifted violently. Meylin and the Enlightened One struck with perfect timing, utilizing the chaos of their arrival. Several high-ranking ArchDeities of the Freedom Path were cut down almost instantly, dead before they could even process the threat.

The warriors of the Life Path erupted in cheers, their spirits soaring as they witnessed the arrival of reinforcements. In contrast, the eyes of the Freedom Path followers burned with hatred and frustration as they glared at Cain and his allies.

None of it mattered to the trio.

They pushed forward without a moment's pause.

As the minutes passed, the situation for the Freedom Path turned dire.

"Damn it!"

The Neo-Angel let out a roar, his face twisted in loathing as he watched his Prototype falter and his ArchDeities perish. With teeth grit and fury boiling in his veins, he finally made his choice.

He retreated.