The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2365 The Immortal Knight arrives in the Everstrife Empyrean World

Cain stood once more before the Wall of Fire and Flesh.

Gathering behind him, the combined armies of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance filled the void, their collective auras radiating power and unwavering resolve. For this assault, two additional Empyrean Worlds had joined their ranks.

Markin and Kaizer took their positions at the very front.

Solemnity masked their faces as they gazed upon the monstrosity ahead. Directly confronting the World of the Root for the first time was enough to send a chill through even experts of their high stature. The very void surrounding the Wall of Fire and Flesh felt aggressive, choked with a sense of hunger and malice.

It was a terrifying sight.

Cain gave the pair a brief look and shook his head slightly.

The World of the Root was undeniably gruesome—but through repeated encounters, he and the alliance members had become desensitized to its horrific nature. Whether such familiarity was a blessing or a curse remained uncertain, yet it undeniably made taking action far simpler.

Cain raised his hand without a moment's delay.

The Power of Chaos surged violently.

The All-Devouring Eye manifested in the space above him, its crimson iris rotating as it locked onto the Wall of Fire and Flesh. After consuming massive portions of the barrier, the Eye discharged a colossal cannon of condensed annihilation.

The beam surged forward, punching a hole directly through the Wall.

Unlike their previous raid, they did not find an empty or exposed surface on the other side.

The enemy was waiting.

Robuke stood at the head of the defense, his monstrous form leaking bloodlust and violence. Radagon loomed beside him along with several other mighty entities of the Root, their killing intent so thick it caused space itself to warp.

Cain took a deep breath.

His gaze became as cold as ice.

The Wings of Chaos flared from his back as he manifested a Zero-State Spear, its form strengthening as he poured both life force and soul force into the weapon.

"Go."

With that short command, Cain plunged directly into the World of the Root.

He ensured that Markin and Kaizer were pushed to the front, forcing them to lead the way as they passed through the breach. There was no way he would permit those two to linger behind his back.

"KILL!"

The world trembled under Robuke's roar.

In a heartbeat, the surface of the World of the Root was turned into a battlefield of apocalyptic proportions. This was the exact outcome the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance desired.

Conquest was not their objective—devastation was.

Even though attacking the world's surface directly was difficult in such a chaotic fray, the resulting collateral damage was immense. Every collision sent tremors through the land, eroding the Root’s life force and its very psychic foundation.

Cain clashed with Robuke head-on.

Spear and axe met repeatedly, each strike shattering the heavens above. Massive chasms of void opened with every blow—zones of pure nothingness that could swallow Prima Deities as if they were mere insects.

Robuke’s savagery never faltered.

He fought without fear or restraint, completely disregarding his own life. He was the embodiment of destruction, a being that understood nothing but total annihilation. Each exchange pushed Cain further, necessitating an equally brutal response.

The intensity of the battle climbed.

The flesh-like terrain of the World of the Root cracked and scorched under the relentless pressure. Cain wished they could maintain the fight for days until everything was reduced to cinders—but the reality of the situation would not allow it.

The opening in the Wall of Fire and Flesh was already starting to mend.

"Retreat."

The order echoed sharply across the field.

The forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance disengaged at once, pulling back in organized waves and vanishing into the void just as the breach snapped shut behind them.

Though exhaustion was etched into the faces of the warriors, so were smiles.

They had inflicted significant damage. The scars from their previous raid were still visible, and now the destruction had been pushed even further. The World of the Root had been wounded once more—minor injuries, perhaps, but wounds that would inevitably fester.

In time, they would reach the heart.

Cain turned toward Cipher, Amara, Zephirax, Arkam, and Uriel, nodding to them with a wide grin. A scarlet light flickered in their eyes as their hearts swelled with a mix of exhilaration and fresh resolve.

Then, Cain looked toward the reinforcements from the Eternitysoul and Endlessnight Empyrean Worlds.

He gave them a solemn nod of acknowledgment.

They had performed well. Their involvement had allowed the destruction to reach further than ever before. Cain could tell they had been cautious, prioritizing their own survival over recklessly burning their life force—but he had expected nothing less.

"Let us recover," Cain stated calmly. "The faster we heal, the sooner we can go back to burning their world."

The soldiers of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance nodded before dispersing, each returning to their own respective worlds.

Cain made his way back to the Everstrife Empyrean World.

Standing in solitude before his throne, he lifted his hand. A small red sphere appeared, containing a swirling ocean of vitality and blood. By utilizing the Power of Chaos, Cain had secretly gathered every drop of essence spilled on the battlefield, condensing it into a single mass.

His motive was straightforward.

He planned to refine the Doomsday Art.

Having ascended to an ArchDeity Primordial, he finally possessed a real opportunity to master the final stage of the Doomsday Star. His intuition warned him that he would require that power in the near future.

In his other hand, a Revolution Flame sparked to life, glowing with a defiant light.

These were the two path he would concentrate on—powers that would bolster his own strength, provide him with ultimate trump cards, and elevate his people alongside him.

Cain began his training without delay.

Years drifted by.

He continued to lead his armies, launching one incursion after another into the World of the Root while relentlessly cultivating his strength. It was a constant cycle of combat and evolution, yet it produced steady advancement on every front.

However, Cain was not the only one moving his pieces.

A new presence arrived quietly within the Everstrife Empyrean World.

The newcomer was a bald elder with a muscular frame and a long beard, possessing an aura that was subtle yet suffocatingly heavy.

The Immortal Knight of the Tenth Empyrean World had made his appearance.