The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2308 Cain vs Crowley

Cain’s palm slammed into the nearest clone, triggering a violent and rapid detonation of power. This shockwave did not merely impact the surface; it bored through the construct’s artificial soul-core, traveling along the spiritual link shared by every copy the Prophetess had manifested.

A concentrated spark of Chaos surged into a thousand identical vessels. This force possessed the unique ability to traverse any bond or connection, regardless of its nature. While it could grant immense power to a host, it was equally capable of devastating everyone tethered to the primary target.

Then, the world exploded.

"BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM."

A chain reaction of blasts tore through the chamber, as overlapping waves of shattered starlight and mangled soul force erupted. Clones were obliterated in mid-air, their physical forms dissolving into shreds of light, visceral pulp, and fractured psionic debris.

The atmosphere turned caustic as the constructs were annihilated, and the momentum of Cain’s strike finally surged back to their source.

The Prophetess reeled. Blood began to seep from her nostrils, her eyes, and her ears—streaming from every orifice. The radiant glow within her gaze flickered erratically, her pupils trembling on the verge of fading away. Her soul was splintering; had the pressure lasted another second, her consciousness would have likely shattered beyond recovery.

Her luminous mantle failed. As the armor vanished from her frame, her true nature was exposed—not a perfect entity, but a grotesque patchwork. She was a horror of mismatched limbs and skin tones from various species, her internal organs and musculature clearly harvested and transplanted.

Even Cain hesitated for a moment at the unprecedented sight. The Prophetess had mutilated herself in the pursuit of power, discarding her own body to replace systems and extremities with foreign grafts. She was a living jigsaw of flesh.

However, Cain did not linger on the shock.

Moving in a blur, he reached out and gripped her head with merciless intent.

At that precise instant, a thunderous roar echoed from the heavens. "Don't you dare!"

The sheer volume of the voice shook the clouds. Yet, Cain did not slow down. The Scarlet Throne manifested behind him, and he tossed the Prophetess into the crimson void without a second thought, ignoring her screams as if they were nothing.

Without missing a beat, he spun around.

A blade descended toward him like a collapsing singularity—a black hole of immeasurable density. Cain crossed Sky Devourer before him, meeting the strike head-on.

The impact obliterated the sound of the world. Though his body had recently evolved and his strength was bolstered by the Second Level of the World-Thread Tyrant Codex, his bones still vibrated from the force. The overwhelming pressure drove him into the earth, cratering the ground with the force of a small moon and sending out shockwaves that leveled the surroundings.

Crowley did not relent; his fury remained white-hot, demanding a toll in blood.

The Neo-Angel swung his massive sword through the air, unleashing a wide crescent of pitch-black energy. Space itself warped as the arc passed, the horizon twisting inward as matter collapsed under the sheer mass of the attack.

The slash plunged into the crater, but to the Neo-Angel’s shock, it simply disappeared.

In the very next heartbeat, a beam of pure, unfiltered energy erupted from the pit with surgical precision. It struck Crowley in mid-air and sent him hurtling backward, blasting him through the cloud layer.

Cain rose from the shattered earth, a thin trail of blood on his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his gaze sharpening as he watched the Neo-Angel. "Redirection saved me. Now that he’s witnessed it, he will adapt. I must be cautious. Urin was specifically trained to neutralize my techniques. I am unsure if all Neo-Angels have undergone that same conditioning."

He took a single, controlled breath. Plasma wings erupted from his back as he took to the sky, the air hissing in his wake.

The Scarlet King was not seeking this confrontation.

Possessing the raw strength of a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod did not automatically provide the combat experience required to face a member of a Supreme Race.

"One slip and he will shatter something vital. But if I flee, I lose the initiative—and a single opening will be my death." Cain understood that battle was unavoidable.

A heavy silence gripped the realm. The Neo-Demon and the Neo-Angel locked eyes across a wasteland of broken stone and turbulent gravity. The very air seemed to freeze, paralyzed by the tension.

Crowley moved forward.

His sword didn't just swing—it descended with the weight of a falling star.

Gravity surged a thousand times over in an instant. The atmosphere trembled as space buckled. Cain felt an agonizing weight press down from all sides, threatening to snap his tendons and bones.

He did not panic. Instead, he tightened his hold on his weapon.

Space pulled back from Sky Devourer, yielding to its authority. The blade became a sovereign decree, allowing Cain to force his way through Crowley’s gravitational grip just enough to maintain his mobility.

Crowley’s expression shifted. Cain’s cosmic domain was erratic, defiant, and unnatural. Yet, it did not halt the Neo-Angel’s assault. The blade fell once more—not as a simple cut, but as a gravitational catastrophe forged in steel. Time itself seemed to thicken around the edge, turning flow into sludge and robbing Cain of his speed.

"If I focus on blocking, he will crush me in the follow-up."

There would be no defense and no retreat. Only escalation.

Cain pushed his Imperium Blade technique to its absolute limit. He channeled every reserve of his body, soul, and Dream into his weapon. The tip of Sky Devourer made the slightest contact with the edge of Crowley’s falling blade.

All that crushing mass, the distorted time, and the immense weight were redirected—condensed into a cone of scarlet fire that blasted outward. Cain spun with the momentum of the recoil, twisting his body to exploit the tiny opening created by the clash.

Then, he counterattacked.

A flood of scarlet destruction roared from Sky Devourer—less a flame and more a predatory current. It consumed Crowley’s entire silhouette.

Cain nearly allowed himself a smile.

Then, a fist punched through the inferno.

It collided with his skull with such concentrated density that his cranium imploded. His body was driven into the ground like a falling meteor, boring through the earth until he struck bedrock.

Instantly, the restorative powers of the Scarlet Throne and his Depravita Aura took effect. Bones fused back together, tissue knit itself whole, and his brain was restored in a heartbeat—

—but the impact left his thoughts clouded.

As he stood, Crowley’s aura exploded outward.

"Temporal Weight Lock."

The Neo-Angel’s soul force blanketed the entire continent. Movement ground to a halt—not just physical action, but the speed of thought itself. Cain felt his cognition slow to a crawl, his mental processing collapsing.

Even with Asura Mode active, he could barely move an inch.

"Azazel used a similar technique... but this is on a different level entirely. A Middle Alpha-Omega truly operates on a different plane. They don't just use laws; they deform reality itself."

He had no luxury for analysis. Crowley was already closing in—silent, deadly, with eyes that burned like dying suns.