The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2417 Morningstar

Mirena along with the surviving Blutlinie from the Aztorus Kingdom paused, unsure of the proper response.

The recent move by the Royal Guard might well be viewed as outright aggression toward their realm—and a clear breach of the tenuous pact with the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

However, Kriz had basically voided that pact right when he commanded a total withdrawal. By that action, he had basically left the Ocean of the Blood Sun to face annihilation, leaving him without any right to dictate orders to the Royal Guard.

The pale-skinned man appeared completely indifferent on his end. To him, those Blutlinie meant nothing, and regardless of their choice to intervene, he believed he could still turn the battle around and safeguard the blood

ocean.

He remained there with a grin, his features keen and savage, raw bloodlust blazing in his eyes as he shifted his attention to the last two Royal Blutlinie from the Dark Blood Kingdom.

Satan and Hades sprang into action without delay.

Their gazes intensified, and their power erupted wildly while they launched a synchronized assault on Gilgark. Their talons came down from high and low, intersecting in a lethal clamp maneuver.

Right as their blows connected, the restraints holding Gilgark broke apart.

Yet the Royal Blutlinie had scarcely a second to relish his liberation.

The paired talon assaults sliced right into the thick sinews of his torso, shredding thick bands of meat and skeleton before hurling him airborne like a gory projectile.

Gilgark possessed terrifying might. His Ancestor Power enabled him

to merge the muscular bulk of fellow Royal Blutlinie into himself, condensing and honing it into immense power and toughness. But that very ability rendered recovery immensely challenging.

The wound on his torso proved grievous.

For the Royal Blutlinie, though, he lacked even the moment to gauge his wounds.

Satan and Hades closed in on him once more, the Royal Guards igniting their vital essence to claim the fight.

Mirena observed the clash, her hands balling into fists as she redirected her attention to Orfin. Thoughts whirled in her head. Kriz had emphasized that pulling back made sense—but forsaking all her hard-earned efforts stirred deep resentment in her.

Right when doubt nearly froze her in place, Cain's words resounded in her thoughts.

"I

apologize for Morningstar's behavior," he stated evenly. "He was born only moments ago. His sense of self is... vibrant. Still, his presence gives us an opportunity. You witnessed what he can do."

Mirena's eyes tightened.

She couldn't refute it. Morningstar had blasted Sky Terror away with one blow.

"Victory is within reach," Cain went on fluidly. "You can seize this win—and take all the glory. Rise as your kingdom's champion. The savior who toppled the Crown Prince and the fighters of the Dark Blood Kingdom."

Visions of acclaim, success, and acclaim flooded Mirena's mind. Her doubt crumbled, giving way to fierce determination.

In that very second, she burst ahead like a streak of brilliance.

Her punch connected solidly with Orfin's features.

"BOOM!"

A blast wave swept over the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Orfin's bonds exploded as her cranium cracked, and she spun wildly through the sky, crimson trailing in her path.

With Mirena's full commitment, the field of battle flared up anew.

The Prima Deity and Archdeity Blutlinie from the Aztorus Kingdom bellowed as they renewed their charge, cutting down Kalous soldiers and hurling their remains into the blood ocean.

Joy flooded Cain's awareness as the chaos steadied—but it soon shifted to a tangle of reflections as he focused on Morningstar.

"His sense of self and uniqueness outstrip those of Satan and Hades... Does that stem from his superior cultivation, or the Blutlinie essences I employed to raise him?"

Cain pondered the matter for a short while.

Then he set the concern aside.

"What counts above all is his might—and there, he surpasses what I anticipated."

While Mirena and the other Royal Guards dove back into their duels, Morningstar advanced.

He streaked onward like a ray of radiance at Sky Terror, which had recently reclaimed command of its enormous frame and was firing off a storm of

shadowy plasma orbs.

Morningstar's smirk broadened.

He joined his pair of batons, and they merged smoothly into one halberd. With astonishing speed, he plunged at the Omen Beast, evading certain shots and slicing through others, until he slammed into the monster's throat.

His stare fixed on the Crown Prince.

"ZNNNNNNNNNN-"

The noise of rending tissue rang out as Morningstar slashed a fiery trail down Sky Terror's spine, gore erupting behind him as he narrowed the gap, halberd poised to cleave the Crown Prince apart.

In the last instant—

The Crown Prince dissolved into Sky Terror's form, disappearing from view.

Morningstar's eyes narrowed sharply. He lifted his halberd, set to smash the Omen Beast's head and drag the Crown Prince free by main force— When a multitude of barbs burst from Sky Terror's frame. Morningstar vaulted skyward on reflex as thousands upon thousands of barbs shot forth, blanketing the heavens and rushing at him from all sides.

He grinned.

The halberd divided, reshaping into dual slim blades. His limbs blurred beyond visibility, twirling them into a raging vortex that created a spinning barrier around himself.

Each barb that pierced it fragmented.

Cain's thrill mounted as he observed.

In crafting Morningstar, he had drawn from the molds of the Primordials and the Masked Race—two lineages famed for their dominantly robust physiques. Cain hadn't managed to forge a vessel where essence, power, and form united in flawless harmony.

Rather, he had crafted an alternative.

A physique where essence and power were woven straight into each cell

from the instant of creation.

Morningstar was unable to project power outward. He couldn't employ standard skills or talents.

Yet as compensation—

His very form stood at the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.

Regarding the arms he wielded, they were the reshaped fragments of his shattered chrysalis, able to alter into various shapes, each carrying unique traits and impacts.

An ideal armament— For an entity such as Morningstar.