The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2378 Mayhem in the Everstrife Empyrean World (II)

For just an instant, Markin balled his hands into tight fists.

As an Alpha-Omega Overgod revered in innumerable minor realms, he stood as a figure of worship, but regardless of the orders given, obedience was his only option. Deep shame scorched his insides, yet that was the cost of bargaining one's soul with the fiend.

A deal like that bestowed tremendous might, though the trade-off meant perpetual servitude. After the binding, eternal loyalty to the overlord was sealed.

"Let's just finish this and return," Markin uttered in a frosty tone. "I don't know how long Sozing's cloaking treasures will keep us hidden, and I doubt you want to test their limits."

Kaizer nodded right away in full accord. Both of them had zero desire to stay a moment extra in this spot, for discovery by the Scarlet King would spell their doom.

The pair wasted no time in pulling out a collection of odd red crates. Sozing had explained that these items could sweep over vast areas and embed secret runes to jam monitoring, scramble space awareness, and cut off

links. It all added up perfectly—Sozing aimed to cut off the Scarlet Crown ahead of the strike planned for years ahead.

But right when Markin and Kaizer channeled their power into the crates, their faces turned rigid.

Spikes exploded out with savage force.

Sharp metal tore into skin as the spikes stabbed right through their hands, fastening their palms against the crates. Agony ripped into their forms, yet the horror that came next proved even more dreadful. A torrent of soul power burst from the relics, overwhelming their arms and legs, digging into their centers, and rushing straight at their consciousness and selves.

Kaizer dropped first.

The spark in his gaze faded away while an external force took over his frame. Markin held out a bit more, his resolve blazing in vain struggle, but resistance proved pointless. Before long, he surrendered control as well. The duo heading the Empyrean Worlds turned into mere marionettes, their forms jerked around by the crates.

The situation worsened rapidly for the pair, compelled to pour their vital energy and soul power into the crates.

Those red relics consumed them like starving monsters.

Within seconds, Markin and Kaizer withered into bony husks, their flesh hugging the bones as though all strength, tissue, and life had been sucked dry. Still, the offering held purpose.

The crates parted open.

Myriad eyes gazed out from inside.

Right then, Cain paused his cultivation session as his eyes flew wide. His gaze intensified while he peered up at the heavens, zeroing in at once on the bony shapes of Markin and Kaizer.

A wave of astonishment surged inside him.

These intruders had breached his domain without setting off any alert.

No ripple, no alert, no ripple in the air.

Cain shoved aside such notions instantly as hordes of shapes burst from the red crates gripped by the pair. Each one was a True Depravita without exception.

A few shifted into dragon likenesses, some mimicked griffins, and plenty adopted human-like builds. But all possessed a single horrifying feature—they blazed like meteors, their essence howling apocalypse, ready to self-destruct in one devastating strike.

"An open assault..." Cain whispered.

His stare turned steely in a flash.

With no delay, Cain shattered the tool he'd been

working on, quelling the blast from a botched ordeal while triggering Resurrección. Chaos Wings erupted from his shoulders,

emitting boundless dominance.

Even as he prepared to launch and block the descending Depravitas, Cain looked down.

The terrain under the Scarlet Crown started to shine.

Innumerable runes appeared over the landmass, unleashing a crushing pull of gravity that gripped the airborne metropolis. The drag was unbreakable.

All entities at Prima Deity Rank or lower got smashed flat to the earth, pinned in place. ArchDeities struggled to lift off the ground. Even more dire, the weight was so vast it yanked the Scarlet Crown toward the depths.

Should the metropolis crash, not just the continent's inhabitants would die, but the crash would wipe out every life below ArchDeity Rank within the Scarlet Crown.

"After endless forging, after feeding on the power of myriad elites," Cain thought darkly, "the Scarlet Crown has evolved into an Alpha-Omega Overgod Treasure... and even it can't resist this downward tug."

That fact revealed it all.

This wasn't some basic raid.

"It's happening."

The Tenth Empyrean World was striking now.

Cain quelled all feelings in his core, slipping into total focus. The mastermind behind this was surely a ruler from the Tenth Empyrean World, an exceptionally mighty one, far surpassing Azazel in strength.

In no time, Cain materialized over the hovering city. His power flared out, steadying the Scarlet Crown and clashing head-on with the smothering gravity. Simultaneously, his Chaos Wings stretched wide, ballooning until they blanketed the whole metropolis like a gigantic barrier.

The initial wave of True Depravitas smashed in.

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

"BOOM!"

Deafening blasts rang through the firmament nonstop as the Depravitas blew up against the Chaos Wings. Every detonation shoved the

Scarlet Crown lower, bit by bit.

Cain gritted his teeth, channeling all his reserves to hold the city steady against the gravitational crush. This marked the edge of his solo endurance.

Luckily, allies stood with him.

Though the pull kept ArchDeities grounded, certain figures in the Scarlet Kingdom transcended those bounds.

Four silhouettes ascended to the clouds.

They slashed gory trails amid the swarm of plummeting True

Depravitas, their might ripping enemy lines apart with horrifying speed. Streams of violet, gold, white, and shadow authority

rocketed skyward, piercing the loftiest heights.

Their sights fixed on Markin, Kaizer, and the red crates.

These four consisted of the True Primordial of the Void and

the three Knights of the Scarlet Throne.

They matched Cain's initial stun at the abrupt onslaught.

Yet no words were needed.

Since Markin and Kaizer powered the crates spawning the True Depravitas, their end was inevitable.