The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2376 The Immortal Knight's success

Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Cain unleashed the Gate of Babylon, summoning a storm of Chaos Weapons that, combined with the Nine Empyren Suns Alliance's all-out assault, shattered the First Layer of the World of the Root beyond repair, causing it to collapse inward in a cataclysmic explosion. Warriors like Anark, Leonidas, Bael, and Amon pushed their bodies to destruction, forcing enemy High Lords into the crumbling landmass to maximize the devastation. As triumph briefly ignited their resolve, gigantic malformed dragons of lightning plasma erupted from the depths, their hunger radiating terror across the battlefield. Cain detonated his power to repel Robuke and blast the dragons, enabling a desperate retreat, but exhaustion left him unable to heal as the creatures devoured the layer's remnants, growing ever stronger.

The breach in the Wall of Fire and Flesh at last sealed itself, cutting off the battlefield from the emptiness beyond. Still, the sight of those Root Dragons lingered etched in the minds of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe's fighters. Their mere existence had felt utterly dominating—

beings with such vast authority that one blow from them could end any warrior there.

Even worse, they hadn't caught so much as a glimpse of the one who had released those terrors.

The air hung heavy with lingering strain.

Before any terror or uncertainty could settle in, Cain spun to confront the assembled troops. Wounds covered his frame, his vitality almost gone, and his healing process just managing to keep him intact. Despite that, the presence he projected seized instant focus and admiration.

"The enemy is stronger," Cain stated steadily, his tone solid and resolute. "That's beyond dispute."

The fighters tensed, their stares locked on him.

"Yet they only showed up at this moment," he pressed on, his eyes narrowing. "And that fact alone exposes their weaknesses."

A flame kindled.

Right away, the soldiers' eyes lit up, faint grins creeping onto their lips as they nodded along. The Scarlet King's declaration struck a profound chord within them.

"No matter the hurdles they send our way," Cain proclaimed. "We shall prevail. And today, we hail our initial grand triumph—since we've razed the outer shell of the enemy's realm!"

The Scarlet King thrust his fist upward.

The response detonated like thunder.

Shouts of victory boomed out as soldiers chuckled, yelled, and clashed their arms, thrill surging past their fatigue. Crushing the First Layer of the World of the Root meant far more than a gesture—it showed the foe could be hurt, that success lay within reach.

Noting the rise in spirits, an uncommon, content grin touched the Scarlet King's lips.

Triumph had to seem tangible. Faith held as much weight as might. That faith had spurred the fighters to drain their stores without pause and crumble the core of a hostile domain.

"Recover now," Cain ordered. "Our next blow falls shortly. United, we'll purge this blight from our cosmos."

Icy ruthlessness gleamed in his stare—and it echoed flawlessly in the eyes of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's combatants. Their disdain for the Root grew fiercer, matched by swelling assurance.

Swiftly, Cain broke up the forces, directing them to heal. Then, without a moment's delay, he strode straight for the Everstrife Empyrean World.

As soon as he reached the throne chamber and stood solitary, Cain tumbled to the floor.

His power was completely exhausted.

The clash had raged with savage intensity. Compelling the Gate of Babylon to burst had driven him to his edge, inflicting deep inner wounds—harm the Samsara Immortal Body couldn't mend at once.

Luckily, inside the Scarlet Crown, Ao and Aioro at once drew on the life essence and forces of the Everstrife Empyrean World, funneling them into Cain's form and spirit. Bursts of vital power streamed without stop, gradually weaving him whole again.

Minxet's gaze tightened as he watched the constant rush of life force pouring into the throne hall day by day. A tangled look passed over his features as he grasped the depth of injury the Scarlet King had taken.

He couldn't offer any direct help.

Thus, he turned to his tasks.

Advancing, Minxet locked eyes on the five Prima Deities arrayed before him.

"You five passed every test," he declared flatly. "You've displayed remarkable skill, combat might, and insight."

He halted, shifting his focus to the figure in the middle.

"In particular, you, Conor. Your combat strategies and inner fortitude amid strain are commendable."

The other Prima Deities held no jealousy or bitterness. Instead, they inclined their heads with true grins. Conor's feats had shone brightly.

"Your praise humbles me, Chief Counselor," Conor answered, dipping his head in respect. "I seek only to gain the strength to fight at our soldiers' side against the cosmos's perils." Determination burned in his eyes. Loyalty and courage shone from his essence—so vividly that even Minxet sensed a rush of pride. Naturally, this bold fighter was Sozing, the Immortal Knight of the Tenth Empyrean World.

Vast labor had been needed, yet Sozing shaped a believable tale around his identity. He formed ties with countless souls in the Everstrife Empyrean World, secured entry to the Crown Tournament, and climbed to rank among the leading five combatants.

"These are your prizes," Minxet declared.

With a flick of his hand, space rings hurtled toward each of the Prima

Deities. When they checked the contents, their eyes grew wide with wonder

and thrill at the ArchDeity Treasures held within.

For one like Sozing, the treasures weren't truly special—but his portrayal was perfect. Shock and joy bloomed seamlessly on his visage.

"You also possess a dwelling in the Scarlet Crown," Minxet

went on. "With entry to every resource it offers."

Thereupon, Minxet released them.

The five Prima Deities cupped their hands and bent low before

leaving the hall. As they took in the majesty of the Scarlet Crown—their fresh abode—they sensed a blend of honor and awe. This place housed the pinnacle beings of the Scarlet Kingdom. The territory of the Scarlet King, the supreme force in the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance.

Sozing shared brief talk with the others prior to heading off solo.

He moved steadily along the paths, acting just like one stunned by an alien realm would. His form stayed loose, his look intrigued.

Yet in his thoughts, ideas churned wildly.

"Those three fighters..." Sozing mused darkly. "They pose an

entirely fresh barrier on my route."

Markin had already relayed all that transpired in the prior raid.

"They command might matching Alpha-Omega Overgods," he pondered quietly. "And battle like their existence means nothing."

Circumstances turned ever more hazardous.

Still, Sozing's determination firmed.

Irrespective of the barriers.

Regardless of the dangers.

The Immortal Knight would triumph.

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