The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2403 Capturing a Royal Blutlinie

Though the arrows seemed to lack significant force, Kameron's instincts suddenly cried out in alarm for an unknown reason. An intense feeling of peril rushed into him, keen and impossible to ignore. Without

a second thought, he consumed his power and unleashed a tremendous surge of icy force ahead.

The Royal Blutlinie believed firmly that his strike would halt the arrows by encasing them in ice and neutralize the danger completely.

But right when the chilling force neared them, a burst of golden power erupted from the Ocean of the Blood Sun. It ignored the arrows entirely and smashed into Kameron's icy

surge.

Rather than meeting it straight on, the golden power pushed the chill aside, compelling its path to change by force. The redirected strike crashed into an ArchDeity Blutlinie, encasing the warrior in ice and hurling his frozen form down into the sea beneath.

"What is that?!"

Stunned amazement overwhelmed Kameron's thoughts. It represented an odd and unknown force—one unfamiliar to the Royal Blutlinie. It wasn't an Omen or Ancestor Power, nor any force he'd faced previously.

Still, he couldn't afford to ponder it further.

Now with no barriers in their way, the arrows materialized right before him.

Kameron lashed out with his bone sword at blinding velocity, shattering about one-third of the approaching missiles. Nevertheless, twenty-one arrows broke past his guard and pierced his form.

Initially, Kameron sensed only a gentle push at the spots where the arrows hit. No instant agony came, no obvious harm showed. For a brief instant, he thought the assault had missed its mark.

But in the instant that followed, all the impacted areas exploded at once.

His vital essence and spiritual essence got forcefully inverted, their usual currents savagely wrenched and pushed in reverse. The pair of forces clashed repeatedly inside him, inflicting devastating harm within. Blood sprayed from every opening on the Royal Blutlinie while his frame shook wildly.

Terror and fear overwhelmed Kameron's gaze.

The injury proved so grave that his form wouldn't obey him. His sinews seized up, his power stalled, leaving him utterly immobilized. Even before he could start mending, a huge talon dropped from overhead.

Satan's look held icy ruthlessness, a savage grin etched on his dragon-like visage as he slammed into Kameron using the total might of his enormous frame.

The crack of fracturing bones resounded over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Kameron's shattered form got flung smashing into the abyss underneath.

His mind struggled to stay focused amid the splitting of his cranium and blurring sight, yet a single urge stayed sharp—he needed to flee. Gathering all his leftover power, Kameron linked his intent to the ring on his finger.

Precisely as the relic neared activation, a colossal aura arrived.

Shadow engulfed all that surrounded him.

The surroundings faded away, supplanted by a pair of crimson orbs that stabbed right to the core of his spirit. That stare by itself froze his consciousness and locked away his power utterly. In that halted moment, endless streams of golden blood rushed in, encircling his form and crafting an indestructible shell.

Escape proved impossible.

"Yes! A Royal Blutlinie!"

Thrill and eagerness saturated Cain's tone. The worth of a Royal Blutlinie's Ancestor Drop exceeded that of regular ones by endless measures, surpassing even ArchDeity level ones.

Once Cain confirmed his own security, he at once concentrated his full might on triggering the Flow Art of the Thirty-Three Stars. Though Kameron possessed immense strength—his Flow Points much harder to pinpoint so quickly—Cain had merged completely with The Flow.

His realm had climbed to an outrageous height.

In mere minutes, Cain pinpointed Kameron's Flow Points, even while viewing the Royal Blutlinie from afar.

Certainly, seizing a Royal Blutlinie stood as remarkable, yet it fell

short.

Cain's attention quickly turned to the leftover Blutlinie forces inside his realm.

"Satan, do not let any of them escape!"

The dragon bellowed back. With a mighty flap of his wingspan like a bat's, Satan darted ahead at horrifying pace and barreled toward the ArchDeities.

Though Satan had emerged only recently, drawing on the vast power and life force from the Ocean of the Blood Sun elevated his might beyond the Early Alpha-Omega Overgod stage. The ArchDeities stood no chance against him.

His talons ripped their appendages apart effortlessly, as the fierce winds from his wings flung them toward the crimson sea, where Cain captured them rapidly, one after another.

Regarding the Prima Deities, the sanguine limbs and lances sufficed amply to handle them.

Soon enough, dread overtook the surviving Blutlinie as they grasped the lack of any way out.

Still, praise belonged where deserved.

Whereas most species would crumble beneath that strain, the

Blutlinie maintained their clan's savagery. Numerous fell into frenzy driven by loathing and fury. Certain ones rushed ahead as mad warriors, forsaking all sense. The rest exploded their own forms, unleashing huge blasts of power that crushed all nearby.

around them.

Cain promptly channeled his spiritual might, targeting the ArchDeities' psyches directly. He stopped their self-explosion, leaving the Prima Deities to meet their end.

When the day concluded, Cain had managed to seize one Royal Blutlinie, twenty-two ArchDeities, and one hundred and forty-eight Prima Deities.

The rest had all died.

Satan lingered aloft, his breaths coming ragged and irregular. Countless

injuries marred his gigantic frame. The majority stemmed from his fight against Kameron, although a few arose from confrontations with ArchDeities who had burst right before him. Gradually, the huge dragon lowered himself into the Ocean of the Blood Sun. His vast bulk rested on the top as if it formed firm earth instead of fluid. He stared down into the abyss with a

bemused look.

"Who are you?" he grumbled.

Following a brief silence, his tone—gruff and gravelly, brimming with vast

strength but laden with turmoil—resumed:

"...Who am I?"