The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2414 Last Royal Guard

"That is... unsettling."

The blood avatar's voice resonated with depth and gravity, devoid of any facade this time around. Cain truly sensed the intense pressure pressing upon him.

Though Mirena and her Royal Guard possessed the ability to pursue Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beasts, an enormous divide existed between such beings and one advanced to the Late Stage. Even more alarming, after the Crown Prince merged his soul with it, the creature's might would escalate dramatically, attaining a level sufficient to lay waste to vast battlefields independently.

The devastation it might unleash proved horrifying—potentially capable of interfering with the formation of Cain's emerging body.

Cain directed his gaze toward the final cocoon tied to the Royal Guard. A intricate look emerged across his features.

He had deliberately tampered with that cocoon's development, intentionally postponing its emergence. By harnessing the souls and vital energies from Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beasts, he had cultivated it to an extraordinary extent, compelling its base to exceed standard boundaries by far.

"If I rouse him at this moment," Cain pondered steadily, "he'll already outmatch Satan and Hades. However, even so, he'd remain well behind his full potential should he undergo a complete maturation process."

The blood avatar pivoted back to face Mirena, a vivid crimson light bursting into its vacant sockets.

"My lady," it declared steadily, "you ought to probe if further support can be mobilized. We've secured impressive gains, and it'd be a profound tragedy to squander them all when we're mere steps from Kalous City's frontiers."

While the Power of Chaos enabled Cain to gently sway

Mirena's thoughts, he exercised great care.

Had this involved the Power of Order, he could have effortlessly imposed his intentions on her and shaped her choices to suit his aims. Yet Chaos

functioned via unique laws. It necessitated harmony, synchronization, and approval—regardless of how subtle.

Cain had already established that link, though it stayed precarious. Exert too much force, and it would crumble.

Thankfully, his proposal meshed seamlessly with Mirena's aspirations. The broadening of the Ocean of the Blood Sun stood as a clear conquest in warfare, and forsaking it presently was inconceivable. She inclined her head toward the blood avatar and at once commenced relaying signals to the central command.

Cain squandered not a instant.

He funneled virtually every resource and focus into the Royal Guard's cocoon, hastening its advancement to the maximum degree. His own form could bide its time. Unless this peril was neutralized, all else proved meaningless.

With each successive day, the strain across the Ocean of the Blood Sun mounted relentlessly. Dispatches from the northern front kept streaming in, every update sketching an ever more alarming image of the Crown Prince's relentless push. His dominating triumphs compelled the Aztorus Kingdom's armies to withdraw time and again, underscoring his terrifying prowess. Yet, a narrow beam of optimism surfaced.

At long last, reinforcements materialized.

A lofty, lithe Royal Blutlinie touched down amid the fray, escorted by a complete squad of premier Blutlinie soldiers—and twin colossal ebony obelisks that emanated archaic, domineering aura.

Mirena's mouth twisted into a grin upon spotting the arrival.

The blood avatar formed at her side, and jointly they gripped hands prior to inclining their heads.

"Brother Kriz," Mirena greeted fondly, "I'm overjoyed they dispatched you."

"Naturally," Kriz responded evenly.

Lean yet strikingly elevated, he maintained a stiff and dominant bearing. Bypassing the blood avatar without a look, he fixed his stare on the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

"This stands as a vital element in our conflict," he proceeded. "You've tended it admirably. Such an asset must not be permitted to perish unused."

His tone laid bare his perspective with utmost clarity.

To him, the crimson sea and the Blood King amounted to little beyond instruments.

Nonetheless, Cain upheld the avatar's courteous poise and welcomed Kriz with respect. Merely after the protocols concluded did Kriz direct his focus to the blood avatar.

"Based on our reports," Kriz stated, "you possess the ability to

bolster any within your domain."

"Correct," the avatar answered fluidly. "I can sustain the bolster for two hours upon one entity now, or apportion that

duration across various targets."

Kriz dipped his head singly before uttering in a resolute, authoritative manner.

"I want to see it."

He wasn't inquiring—he was directing Cain to infuse his might into

him.

Concerning potential hazards, Kriz ignored them completely. Mirena displayed no ill impacts, and his overweening pride convinced him the Blood King lacked the means to injure him, even deliberately.

Cain eagerly consented.

In a flash, vigor and life essence poured into Kriz's form.

"BOOM!"

A surge of golden potency exploded encircling him, rattling the very atmosphere. Kriz's eyes expanded, and a expansive smile bloomed on his visage as he perceived

the tremendous surge in strength.

"Outstanding," he announced. "This might is truly deserving of combat."

Cain tilted the avatar's head appreciatively.

That Kriz persisted in regarding him as a simple implement held no significance. In

Cain's view, Kriz, Mirena, and the rest of the Blutlinie valued far

less than that.

Without hesitation, Kriz and Mirena reconfigured the tactical layout encircling the Ocean of the Blood Sun. The pair of obsidian obelisks were

erected at its core, establishing a formidable barrier and

enhancement matrix.

Though the influx of support provided brief solace, the anxiety swiftly reemerged.

The Crown Prince had ultimately fortified the northern line.

Having repelled his adversaries, he and his horde shifted their complete

focus onto the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Seven days elapsed.

Then, ultimately, the warriors positioned over the scarlet expanse detected it.

The Crown Prince advanced.

As Sky Terror materialized along the skyline, an crushing tide of terror engulfed the arena. The gigantic Omen Beast's simple existence shattered resolve. Its armor shimmered with daunting durability, causing numerous lesser Blutlinie to question whether their fiercest blows could merely graze it.

This entity could dispatch them with trivial effort.

Satan, Hades, Mirena, and Kriz each elevated their auras to maximum as

they fixed their sights on the silhouettes perched upon the beast's summit.

A colossal, asphyxiating aura enveloped the Ocean of the Blood Sun.