The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2375 The second entity that crossed from the Emptiness
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
"Gate of Babylon!"
Cain seized the moment without delay. A fierce bellow from him ripped across the field of battle while he activated his most potent authority. Over the fractured terrain of the World of the Root, innumerable Chaos Weapons appeared simultaneously, creating a tempest of devastation. Every armament held not just Cain's intent, but also the merged strength, fury, and resolve of all the fighters standing with him.
The armaments plunged down akin to heavenly retribution.
Robuke bellowed in rage as he forced his colossal form past its utmost boundaries. His axes whirled and sliced through the atmosphere, demolishing over eighty percent of the approaching Chaos Weapons. Every collision unleashed tremors that swept over the battlefield.
However, that proved insufficient.
The leftover twenty percent slammed straight into the terrain.
"RUMBLE!"
Every gaze stretched wide.
The full First Layer of the World of the Root started to shake fiercely. Fissures extended like arteries over its exterior, shining with ruinous force. The harm to its core had hit a vital stage. The realm itself wailed, unable to hold its balance any longer.
It was crumbling.
"Use everything you have!" Cain bellowed.
His words resonated straight into the thoughts of every fighter in the Nine Empyren Suns Alliance, sparking their spirits. "Strike with all your might!"
The order broke all hesitation.
Fighters expended their leftover vitality without pause. Chaos Weapons dropped with heightened savagery as Cain channeled all his remaining essence into upholding the Gate of Babylon. This chance was uncommon—wounds to a layer might mend gradually, but a layer's downfall meant permanent loss.
That formed the real aim.
Anark's Primordial Force of the Void whirled like a purple gale. He slammed Radagon into the ground and hammered without mercy, each strike engulfing vast areas in purple ruin. Reality warped and howled beneath the strain.
Leonidas, Bael, and Amon released all their reserves.
Their forms fractured and burst as they shoved the High Lords of the Root into the crumbling terrain. Tissue ripped, skeletons cracked, and whole appendages vanished—but none faltered. Remaking their frames would cost dearly and take ages, yet if it wiped out over ten percent of the foe's realm from being, the cost meant nothing.
Crimson glow flared intensely in the gazes of the Six Sacred Races' fighters.
Their Sacred Organs blazed as they drove beyond prior bounds, loosing assaults of unmatched ruinous might. The field of conflict turned into a whirlwind of blaze, turmoil, emptiness, and holy energy. Then—
"B000000000000000000000000000000000M!"
The blast resounded in all directions.
The exterior of the World of the Root broke apart entirely.
The destruction exceeded every limit. The First Layer could no longer withstand the pressure. Vast landmasses vaporized as the exterior folded inward, ripping itself asunder from within.
Cain's gaze shone with a thrill of victory and excitement he hadn't known in ages.
This marked a huge advance.
"One down. Eight to go."
The Scarlet King's murderous aura exploded wildly as the phrase escaped his
mouth.
Then—
His gaze bulged.
A freezing wave of peril flooded over him.
"Retreat!"
The troops of the Nine Empyren Suns Alliance were swept up in their surge. Numerous craved to press the fight—time lingered before the breach in the Wall of Fire and Flesh sealed.
Yet the Scarlet King's directive held unbreakable sway.
Instinct dominated.
The fighters pulled back at once.
Even so—
They moved too slowly.
From the profound depths of the World of the Root, enormous twisted serpents burst upward. Their frames were shaped from electric plasma, distorted and tainted, emitting craving and ruin. They ascended to the exterior with horrifying velocity, their mere aura making seasoned fighters quiver.
Cain sensed the peril right away.
But Robuke had already closed in.
"If a drawn-out clash begins," Cain thought icily, "I'll be trapped."
The idea had just surfaced when his determination solidified.
"ARGHHH!"
Cain let out a booming cry and exploded the Gate of Babylon outward. Chaos Weapons burst in every direction, shredding Robuke and hurling the Monster of the Root far away in a
savage detonation.
The surge engulfed Cain too.
In the following instant, a silhouette rose from the blaze.
Cain's flesh and hide had vanished entirely. Just his bones and Sacred Organs lingered—yet violet fires burst forth right away, rebuilding his form at alarming pace.
He darted ahead.
The Zero-State Spear took shape in his grasp, igniting as it funneled
several powers together: Anark's Primordial Void, Leonidas' Sunfire, Amon's Death, and Bael's Life.
The Scarlet King's sinews swelled as he thrust the spear.
A colossal curve of destructive force rushed forth, smashing straight
into the plasma Root Dragons.
"BOOOOOOO000000000000000M!"
The detonation proved disastrous.
Cain was hurled into the heavens, spewing gouts of blood as vast
sections of his frame were erased once more. Agony tore at him—but the strike held purpose.
The plasma Root Dragons got driven away.
That brief instant sufficed.
The Alliance's surviving members fled into the emptiness.
Cain steadied his position in the air over the falling First Layer. His face grew somber as he perceived an issue.
His form ceased mending.
His vitality stores had dropped to a dire low. Even the Samsara Immortal Body failed to restore him now.
He glared icily at the plasma dragons as they continued rising.
"So this," Cain whispered darkly, "is the might of the second being that passed from the Emptiness."
Myriad computations flashed in his thoughts.
Then he withdrew into the emptiness.
The gap in the Wall of Fire and Flesh lingered open, letting
all behold what came next. The Root Dragons gobbled the broken pieces of the First Layer, swallowing whole chunks
before plunging further into the realm.
The velocity.
The might.
The craving.
It froze the cores of every onlooker.
Had they failed to pull back—
They would have faced consumption.
Even worse loomed the awareness that each chunk
they ingested made the beasts mightier.