The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2406 The Aztorus Kingdom

Soon enough, the Royal Blutlinie materialized high over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Just like others of her race, white hair framed her features, complemented by a third red eye positioned vertically on her forehead. But her allure stood out sharply, seizing focus right as she showed up. An

immense aura poured from her frame, so potent that the nearby void shivered lightly, as though it fought to stay intact beneath her force.

Satan and Hades watched the female figure with grave looks. Each of them sensed plainly the terrifying bodily might

flowing from her—vast enough that she could probably breach their barriers without much trouble should she decide to strike.

The Royal Blutlinie's stare moved from one being to the other, landing at last on Hades. Her gaze tightened a bit.

"The reports spoke of just one," she stated icily.

A knowing glint flashed in her eyes as she peered at the crimson sea beneath.

"How many more could it create?"

She didn't bother whispering, voicing her musings aloud before shaking her head and turning her attention back.

"I am Mirena," she announced. "And I've arrived to converse with the ruler of the Ocean of the Blood Sun."

A hush fell for a short while.

Next, a figure shaped from pure blood ascended gradually from the sea's depths into the sky. Empty red eyes observed the

woman with composure.

"I am the Blood King, and you must belong to the Aztorus Kingdom," Cain replied steadily.

Upon hearing that, Mirena's eyes grew keen.

"What leads you to that conclusion?" she inquired.

Cain's blood form displayed a subtle grin.

"If you hailed from the Kalous Kingdom, they'd surely dispatch more than a single envoy," he answered. "Plus, your lineage differs greatly from Prince Kameron's. Any family ties seem almost impossible."

Mirena examined the blood figure for a few moments before giving a nod.

"You're quite observant," she remarked. "And your strength is growing."

As she said this, her eyes flicked momentarily to Satan and Hades, then her face grew firm, with keen determination and icy resolve filling

her gaze.

"Still, it won't suffice. Kameron might not have ranked high among Royal Blutlinie, yet he held worth as a mating asset for the Kalous Kingdom. You stole that from them. For this reason, they'll throw everything at annihilating you, and facing them solo won't save you."

A serious look crossed the blood figure's visage as Cain agreed with a nod.

"I'm not foolish enough to think I could battle a whole kingdom by myself," he responded calmly. "And it looks like I won't need to."

A grin reappeared on his features after he spoke.

"That's why you've come, right?" Cain went on. "To form a pact."

Mirena avoided needless delays. She agreed right away.

"Exactly. The Aztorus Kingdom will aid you in enduring the upcoming fight against the Kalous Kingdom. In return, we'll turn your form into a base—and a war zone—for assaulting the City of Kalous."

Cain weighed her statement thoughtfully, yet his blood avatar betrayed no feelings, leaving the Royal Blutlinie unable to read his mind.

After pausing briefly, Cain inclined his head.

"Partnering with the Aztorus Kingdom fits perfectly," he noted. "But I have terms."

Mirena's gaze chilled in an instant.

"Do you really think you're in a position to demand anything?" she snapped. "Without us, you're finished."

Cain had plenty of options for countering such direct aggression.

"Hahaha."

He opted for laughter, its echoes rolling over the blood sea, relaxed and undisturbed.

"Young one," Cain addressed her casually, "I'm not sure I could topple the Kalous Kingdom at present—but I'm positive I'll outlast them. I've confronted beasts that would squash you flat like a bug, and here I remain. If things go south, I'll ditch this vessel and flee. It'd cost me, sure, but I'd bounce back."

His eyes sparkled subtly.

"And once I recover, I'll settle every score."

To some, those statements might smack of hubris, but Mirena detected the unshakeable assurance in them. It wasn't empty boasting from a show-off—it was the conviction of one who'd endured disasters dwarfing the Kalous

Kingdom.

She pondered her response with care.

For a fleeting second, she toyed with unleashing her aura to claim superiority. Yet, with Satan and Hades nearby,

her assurance waned greatly. Besides, the lord of the Ocean of the Blood Sun had already shown he could slay Alpha-Omega Overgods.

Ultimately, Mirena let out a quiet breath and eased her stance.

"What terms do you seek?" she questioned.

Cain's blood avatar broke into a broad smile.

"Firstly," he began, "I require every bit of lore your realm holds on soul cultivation—methods, skills, ceremonies—along with all speed-focused body forging techniques."

Mirena's eyes narrowed a touch before she consented.

Though that intel was vastly valuable, it remained mere data. Sharing it wouldn't erase it permanently. Duplicates abounded, and knowledge could be duplicated endlessly.

"Secondly," Cain pressed on, tone firm, "I demand offerings. Corpses of Blutlinie."

As soon as he uttered that, Cain detected a surge of ruthless fury in Mirena's stare. Briefly, it appeared she might lash out.

He quickly clarified, "Naturally, I'd never presume to claim Royal Blutlinie. But surely you have expendable weaklings no one mourns, or captured foes. All that you provide will bolster the Ocean of the Blood Sun, letting me offer much stronger support in the

upcoming conflicts."

The murderous vibe in Mirena's eyes gradually receded.

The Aztorus Kingdom's Royal bloodline was holy—

forbidden to touch, as it underpinned their dominance. Yet, common Blutlinie held no importance to her, and war captives mattered even less.

The conflict had spiraled past any hope of mending.

Now, it demanded total ruin for one faction.

Spare lives brought zero benefit.