The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2416 The last Royal Guard

The fierce clash continued unabated for more than thirty minutes, unleashing waves of savage intensity. Bursts of blood surged and tumbled as unimaginable forces collided repeatedly, tearing apart the heavens above.

Despite the vast life force flowing from the Ocean of the Blood Sun into Mirena and Kriz's bodies, they found themselves utterly outmatched by the horrifying strength of their foes.

It was evident that the fighters who earned spots in the Dark Blood Kingdom were beings of monstrous ability that ignored all logic.

Then-

A piercing wail of utter torment reverberated over the crimson waters.

Kriz gritted his teeth tightly while his left arm burst apart under savage pressure. Fragments of bone and mangled tissue flew through the air, then plunged into the red depths, disappearing under the surface as though they had never been.

The Royal Blutlinie stumbled backward, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. His gaze darted to Sky Terror. Beyond a few gashes on its torso and throat, he hadn't delivered any strike of real impact.

With an arm lost now, any hope of victory in this fight had evaporated completely.

"If I stay and battle on, death is certain."

As soon as that realization hit him, a steely resolve sharpened his features. Kriz spun without delay toward the enormous black stone pillars he had deployed amid the conflict.

These relics had stayed inactive during the entire skirmish, emitting just a subtle hum. Numerous observers had puzzled over their purpose. Yet at this moment, they ignited with light.

In an instant, endless chains burst forth from the obelisks. They surged ahead with astonishing velocity, encircling Sky Terror

and the pair of Royal Blutlinie from the Dark Blood Kingdom.

"Hold your attacks!" Kriz bellowed.

His order halted Mirena, Satan, and Hades right as they poised to exploit the vulnerability and launch their assault.

While bewilderment crossed their expressions, Kriz pressed on, his tone cutting and pressing. "These bindings possess tremendous strength-but they operate via cause and effect. Should the bound foes suffer any assault, the containment will break right away."

A mix of astonishment and regret flickered over Mirena and the Royal Guards' faces. Even so, the reasoning held firm. For an item able to confine a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beast together with two Middle-Stage Royal Blutlinie, its restrictions must be profound.

Though untouched by blows, the restrained three writhed with fury. The chains shook, groaned, and bent from the pressure, showing they couldn't endure much longer.

Mirena, Satan, and Hades looked to Kriz, eager for his scheme-

some tactic to capitalize on this brief window.

However, the development that came next defied their anticipations.

"All soldiers of the Aztorus Kingdom," Kriz yelled, "pull back at once!"

Stunned reactions swept the field of battle.

That declaration revealed the truth: Kriz had triggered the obelisks not for reversal, but to gain moments for withdrawal. He was forsaking the Ocean of the Blood Sun without remorse.

"Elder Brother, we-" Mirena began to object.

Kriz silenced her with an icy stare. "Victory is impossible. And I refuse to sacrifice myself for this mere expanse of scarlet fluid."

Mirena went quiet.

The sway of the Power of Chaos lingered strongly in her thoughts-but not enough to prioritize the blood sea over her life. After a short hesitation, she agreed with a nod and readied herself to fall back. Satan and Hades glared at the two Royal Blutlinie, their anger plain and raw.

These two had been meant as comrades.

But now they were running away, dooming the others to destruction. The fury burned so intensely that thoughts of striking them crossed their minds. Just before either could give in to the urge-

"Hahahaha..."

A steady, resonant chuckle echoed inside their heads.

Cain's tone stayed even, tinged with faint humor. "I warned you already-we rely solely on one another. All others serve as instruments for our aims... or foes destined for elimination."

Initially, Kriz's withdrawal appeared as a crushing setback, yet Cain remained unperturbed, and the cause was straightforward.

"CRACK!"

A thunderous fracture boomed from the core of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, resounding up to the farthest heights of

the heavens.

The whole arena stilled in shock.

In the following moment, a silhouette emerged from the blood sea.

He bore a human-like shape with pale, bone-hued skin, angular traits,

and cropped white locks. His eyes gleamed black, harboring vivid red pupils at their cores, like the blood sea's essence flowed within. Although his stare burned with focus and zeal, it couldn't conceal the rush of exhilaration on his countenance.

His frame rippled with muscle, sculpted to flawless precision-not the bloated form of the Royal Blutlinie, but polished to supreme elegance. Prominent veins traced his limbs and throat, pulsing with unearthly vigor. In his grips, he clutched brief crimson rods.

Every gaze fixed upon him.

But his attention bypassed all those around.

It centered only on the mightiest presence in the fray.

Sky Terror.

Moving with velocity that stunned onlookers, the pale-haired figure blurred away-and materialized right in front of the

Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beast's skull.

"Halt!" Kriz cried out on reflex, urging the stranger to cease.

The pale-haired man simply grinned.

He swung.

The pair of staffs slammed down together onto Sky Terror's crown.

"BOOM!"

The bindings from the obsidian obelisks fragmented without delay. Sky Terror

was flung rearward across the firmament, crimson spilling from its jaws as

its enormous form nearly plunged into the blood sea.

Kriz's eyes bulged in astonishment.

The force of that one blow exceeded by far what he could muster himself.

Even more startling-

He detected zero traces of energy ripples.

That blow had relied entirely on raw bodily might.

Admiration flooded Kriz's core-only to get swiftly overwhelmed by

rage.

"How dare you ignore my directive-"

Before the words could end, the pale-haired man materialized

straight before him.

Those dark-red eyes pinned Kriz, chilling his veins.

"By what right," the man demanded icily, "do you think you can command me?"

The following moment, the Royal Blutlinie unleashed a vicious boot.

It connected solidly with Kriz's midsection.

The Royal Blutlinie sailed through the air like a shattered plaything, spewing streams of blood as he faded into the horizon.