The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2344 The Ancient One won

"Adam?"

Cain’s pupils dilated the moment he heard the Demon King refer to the Ancient One by that specific name.

Adam—the progenitor of all mankind. He was the legendary figure who guided humanity from a collapsing world into a fresh universe. A man who forged a trail of slaughter and dominance, paving the way for the Godslayer Humankind to ascend among the stars. He was the one who brought the Great War to its conclusion eons ago.

The First Master of Chaos.

The mere suggestion that this mythic icon and the Ancient One were the same individual sent a violent tremor through Cain’s consciousness. Naturally, such a realization brought forth countless logical contradictions.

But before Cain, the Demon King, or any witness could process this staggering truth, the sphere crafted from the Ancient One’s shadows began to throb with lethal intensity.

That vibration hummed in sync with every Neo-Angel Core embedded within the legionnaires of the Freedom Path.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

In a flash, energy erupted into soaring columns of plasma, drenching the heart of Origin Island in a brilliant, blinding radiance. These pillars merged a split second later, weaving a massive and complex matrix with the shadow orb serving as its focal point.

While the phenomenon is intricate to describe, it manifested so rapidly that the Ancient One had already seized the orb before the Leader of the Masked Race could even close the distance.

A torrent of life force flooded his frame.

His vitality returned in a fierce surge, mending his flesh—closing every wound except for the void of his missing eye. Even more significant, his wings of white plasma erupted once more, shimmering with overwhelming power.

Instantly, the full Matrix of Origin Island was triggered. The ground beneath the combatants began to shudder.

"RUMBLE!"

In the following heartbeat, every soul present was forced to their knees.

It felt as if the very laws and principles of the cosmos had turned hostile—an unseen weight bearing down on their physical forms, their spirits, and their very core, demanding total obeisance. Even figures as powerful as the Demon King and the Leader of the Masked Race found themselves immobilized, their bodies frozen by a pressure that defied normal logic.

The scale of this power was terrifying.

However, such a display of strength required a gruesome sacrifice.

The Neo-Angels began to spontaneously combust.

Those who had achieved the rank of Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod or higher struggled to survive, barely maintaining their physical integrity. But those of lesser cultivation were incinerated where they stood—their bodies, spirits, and even their True Names were used as raw fuel for the matrix.

The torment was total.

They shrieked, yet no sound could be heard. They fought to move, yet no resistance mattered.

When they were first transformed into Neo-Angels, they believed they were the chosen ones—elevated into a Supreme Race that looked down on all others. Only in this moment did the grim reality set in.

They were never special.

They were merely batteries.

They were resources cultivated long ago by the Ancient One for this exact purpose.

And he felt no pity.

He felt no regret.

A simple smile played on his lips as he turned his gaze toward the Eternity Gate.

Finally, the path to his objective was clear.

At least, that is what he assumed.

Two silhouettes bearing plasma wings—wings that mirrored his own with haunting similarity—manifested between the Ancient One and the pyramid.

His smile evaporated instantly.

His strategy had been perfect. His hidden card should have been impossible to counter. The Matrix of Origin Island had neutralized everyone else—and yet, it had failed to pin down the Master of Chaos and the Master of Order.

Even more startling was the presence of the Crimson Exarch.

Unlike his fellow Neo-Angels, he had not been turned into fuel.

The Ancient One narrowed his remaining eye.

"You really are a clever rat," he remarked with a chilling tone. "You actually found a way to tamper with your Neo-Angel Core."

The Crimson Exarch offered no reply. He merely tightened his hold on his weapons.

The situation was spiraling into an irredeemable disaster.

They had returned to the starting point, but in a far worse state. His Big Crunch ammunition was exhausted. He was running out of cards to play.

Both the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch understood the grim reality.

There was no reinforcement coming to save them.

If the Ancient One stepped through the Eternity Gate, the end of all things was certain.

Regrettably, there was no time left for planning.

The Ancient One vanished.

He reappeared in front of the Crimson Exarch with terrifying velocity, launching a knee strike so powerful that the sound of breaking bones rang across the field.

The Crimson Exarch was hurled backward, his frame slamming into the pyramid's stone steps as blood sprayed from his lips.

Without pausing, the Ancient One pivoted, thrusting his right palm toward an incoming blade.

Cain gritted his teeth as Sky Devourer smashed against that palm.

It felt like his strike had met the weight of an entire galaxy.

Still, Cain refused to yield.

His Wings of Chaos flared with desperation, drawing what little power he could from the Matrix as he threw his entire being into the struggle.

That act of defiance only made the Ancient One’s expression turn colder.

The shadow core linked to the Neo-Angel Matrix pulsed with light. His white plasma wings shook as a discharge of energy exploded from his palm—a force saturated with the essence of Negation.

"CRACK!"

Cain’s eyes filled with horror.

The sound was unmistakable.

The divine metal was giving way.

Fractures raced across the blade of Sky Devourer, spreading like a web until, before Cain’s very eyes, the sword disintegrated into a thousand shards.

The momentum did not dissipate.

It traveled into Cain’s arm, pulverizing bone and sinew before throwing him into the pyramid. He landed in a heap of rubble right next to the Crimson Exarch.

Cain coughed up thick mouthfuls of blood.

His Depravita Aura flared up, making a frantic effort to fix his shattered limb. It managed to piece the bone and muscle back together—but that was its limit.

The aura was spent.

He was completely out of fuel.

The Scarlet King would not survive another blow like that.

For a fleeting moment, the Ancient One scowled as his white wings flickered—a minor backlash proving that while his body was restored, his soul was still mending.

However, as he noted the shock and despair etched onto the faces of the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch, his scowl shifted back into a smug grin.

He started his walk toward the pyramid.

Toward the Eternity Gate.

There was no one left to block his path.

No one left to fight back.

Finally—

Victory was his.