The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2374 Reaching the Second Layer of the World of the Root

Naturally, Cain refused to linger on difficulties. Challenges were meant for resolution, and answers lay close for anyone bold and mighty enough to seize them. His attention sharpened now: he was set to lift two additional followers to the rank of Knights of the Scarlet Throne. Luckily, the selections stood ready.

"They stand as the mightiest," Cain whispered under his breath. "And their devotion has been tested without question. Should I select them, they won't disappoint

me."

Iron resolve shone in the Scarlet King's gaze as he readied himself to press on with his efforts.

Raids upon the World of the Root had adhered to a strict pattern. Every fortnight, without exception, the Nine Empyren Suns Alliance unleashed a fresh offensive. The timing was deliberately set—sufficient for their fighters to regain strength, yet brief enough to stop the World of the Root from mending the wounds from the prior raid.

But on this occasion, a shift occurred.

Two weeks elapsed.

Followed by three.

Still, no battle cry echoed from the Alliance's Warmaster.

Uncertainty rippled through the troops as they pondered the Scarlet King's silence in calling them forth. With almost a month gone since the previous raid, agitation started to build. Seasoned fighters honed their blades with growing frustration, and even the steadiest soldiers sensed doubt seeping into their minds.

In the end, the extended delay in striking allowed the Heart of

the Root more chance to recover, wasting the efforts poured into the last assault.

Finally, the order arrived.

The Scarlet King rallied the entire might of the Alliance for the advance.

Vast legions poured across the emptiness in grand arrays until they faced the immense World of the Root once more. Innumerable stares fixed intently as Cain moved ahead, lifting the All-Devouring Eye. A booming surge of might burst forth, allowing him to devour and erode a portion of the Wall of Fire and Flesh.

Conflict loomed near.

Even with their preparations, numerous fighters couldn't quell their wonder. Next to Anark, the True Depravita of the Void, stood three silhouettes draped in blood-red cloaks. Their aura exuded crushing intensity, pulling eyes toward them right before the clash.

Sharing the field with Anark marked a privilege for mythical beings alone. What identities did they hold?

Speculation halted as the All-Devouring Eye unleashed a colossal energy ray. The Wall of Fire and Flesh burst apart savagely, exposing the tainted terrain of the World of the Root—and alongside it, Robuke, Radagon, and the rest of the Root's hideous titans.

The Scarlet King offered no speech.

He charged straight in, supported by Markin and Kaizer, the pair of unyielding guardians who commanded the vanguard to affirm their allegiance. Blasts ignited the skies without delay, transforming the firmament into a blazing hell.

Anark pursued, unleashing a burst of violet primal energy as he smashed directly into Radagon.

And in that instant—

The trio of shrouded forms unveiled their true selves.

Scarlet garments exploded amid rising force as they strode to confront the Root's top three High Lords.

The lead form shone like an incarnate star.

Gleaming golden plating sheathed his frame, brilliant and unbreakable. He brandished a huge barrier and a protected sword, each aflame with sacred blaze. Recognition struck instantly.

Leonidas.

Still, a change had taken hold.

His Ego Wave towered immensely—almost twice the level of elite overlords ruling vast Empyrean Worlds like Cipher and Uriel. The raw weight of his aura warped the combat zone nearby.

The astonishment continued unabated.

The next form rose as a giant man-like being in polished ivory plating. His headgear gleamed featureless and sleek, topped by a glowing ring that lent it a noble yet threatening air. Strands of ghostly vapor streamed ceaselessly from him, while immense vitality and brute strength poured out.

The last matched in grandeur.

His build, crafted from steel and inferno, pulsed with ruinous force. Overlapping pale and dark attire hugged his shape, ragged and charred as liquid flames raced along the edges. A sleek, sharp visor hid his features, icy and devoid of emotion. From his shoulders sprang fiery, wing-shaped flares, channeling lethal essence to its

utmost limit.

While their shapes were fresh, their essences rang true without fail.

Bael and Amon.

The siblings had at last stirred their Resurrección.

Their strength soared beyond measure.

Their spirits and egos flared with incredible speed—yet betrayed no

weariness, as though endless supplies fueled them. As the three engaged the Root's High Lords at last, the planet's crust quaked fiercely.

The reverberations outstripped those from Markin, an

Alpha-Omega Overgod.

Disarray and incredulity swept the field of strife.

The Root's army wavered too, faces etched with wonder

and doubt over the abrupt rise of such dominant

force.

Yet for the Nine Empyren Suns Alliance's fighters—

Grins broke out.

They held back nothing.

Doubts flung away, they charged ahead, spirits blazing as their faction's might swelled once more. The clash erupted in frenzy as the Knights of the Scarlet Throne sparked a ruinous chain reaction.

The Alliance drove further. And further.

Until finally, the fray spilled straight onto the continent

proper. Robuke and Radagon bellowed in loathing and wrath as torrents of blaze and ruin surged everywhere. Whole landmasses vanished in moments—not just crumbling the twisted masses of rot and tissue, but ripping asunder the core of the realm.

While the Root's commanders seethed in anger—

Cain and Anark brimmed with joy.

They struck with full fury, loosing ceaseless havoc. The Root's Beast and Sovereign got hammered into the earth repeatedly, powerless against the unstoppable tide.

Suddenly—

A gigantic blast ripped across the exterior.

Not just harming it—

But boring clean through.

An enormous breach yawned in the World of the Root, unveiling the hidden depths

below.

The Second Layer.

Excitement and victory blazed in Cain's stare.