The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2418 Soul Manipulation

The chaos exploded anew across the battlefield hovering over the Blood Sun Ocean—though this round, the upper hand had slipped away from the Kalous Kingdom's warriors.

With unyielding savagery, Hades and Satan hammered their offensive forward. Strike after strike pummeled Gilgark, each impact ripping apart healed gashes and slicing further into ravaged sinew and framework.

Crimson fluid gushed without mercy as the wounds piled up, the enormous frame of the Royal Blutlinie starting to reveal cracks under the pressure.

Without doubt, Gilgark's ripostes proved utterly nightmarish. Each counterstrike fractured skeletons, burst vital innards, and hurled tremors rippling through the forms of Satan and Hades.

Still, while they stayed immersed in the Blood Sun Ocean, the pair of Royal Guards could absorb the punishment unbound. Even should their physiques crumble completely, the sea's life essence would sustain them—hardly operational, yet persisting.

And that sufficed.

Not distant from that savage fray, a brilliant grin lit Mirena's face as she unleashed a mighty thrust into Orfin's torso, the crack of splintering bones resounding through the heavens.

The Royal Blutlinie from the Dark Blood Kingdom gritted her jaws, compelling her body to steady as she hurtled rearward.

Simultaneously, bewilderment clawed at her thoughts.

"How...?"

Her Ancestor Power stood as remarkable. Regardless of how sharp someone's senses or spirit became, spotting her authentic form amid the illusions should prove unattainable.

Nevertheless—Mirena nailed her genuine self with precision every strike.

What escaped Orfin's notice was the faint variance in the Flow.

With Cain freed from channeling all his concentration into fostering the final Royal Guard's cocoon, he could divert some awareness. Via The Flow's might, he pinpointed the tiny ripples signaling Orfin's actual spot—and relayed that insight straight to Mirena's consciousness.

It handed her a crucial advantage.

In the meantime, the fiercest and most ruinous confrontation stayed locked between Morningstar and Sky Terror.

Not even Cain could anymore pinpoint the Crown Prince's precise position inside the gigantic fiend-dragon form. The monster loomed far too immense, drenched thoroughly in essence and vigor.

But such a barrier held no sway over Morningstar.

If tracing the Crown Prince through the monster proved impossible—

He'd just obliterate the whole expanse.

Morningstar conjured a staff within his grip right as a titanic talon swooped down upon him. The talon dwarfed entire metropolises; the staff spanned mere meters.

Still, upon impact, neither gave ground.

Cold, otherworldly murder gleamed in Sky Terror's gaze—an urge not native to the creature, but stemming from a spirit nested far inside.

Without hesitation, the Omen Beast's other limb stirred.

In an instant, the enormous hands slammed shut.

The collision ground all in its midst to dust.

As the palms parted—

They clutched empty air.

"What are you looking for?" Morningstar's tone boomed from overhead.

He plummeted like a comet, crashing his staff against Sky Terror's cranium. The boom of shattering bone echoed over the field as the Omen Beast got hurled right from the clouds.

It crashed into the Blood Sun Ocean.

Monumental surges burst skyward when the colossal bulk hit the waves. Instantly, Cain grasped the chance, channeling his full strength to direct the ocean's fury.

Innumerable crimson currents rushed aloft, hauling Sky Terror down to the profound chasms—toward depths that could melt even a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod.

"ARGHHHHHHH!"

A hellish bellow ripped across the skies.

Sky Terror detonated a colossal burst of shadowy plasma, shredding the blood surges and propelling itself aloft once more. The raw might chilled the soul—Middle Alpha-Omega Overgods would have sunk and vanished in moments.

Yet the Omen Beast bore a steep toll.

That blast devoured a vast reserve of power and vital essence.

Before Sky Terror could gulp another breath, Morningstar loomed present.

His armament morphed into a gigantic halberd as he cleaved it with crushing might, slashing clean through the beast's spine.

The strike held such ferocity that it lopped off one of Sky Terror's wings. A wing that the blood sea devoured in mere heartbeats.

The Omen Beast howled in torment, craning its head to fire a focused ray of shadowy plasma at Morningstar.

Regrettably for Sky Terror, its prime asset doubled as its direst flaw.

Its colossal bulk.

Matching his build with flawless agility and prowess, Morningstar chuckled while vaulting upward, evading the ray effortlessly before diving back to press the attack.

Buried deep in Sky Terror's core, the Crown Prince scowled.

The chill and slayer's urge in his core deepened as he felt the harm ravaging the Omen Beast, grasping that without swift action, defeat loomed. But when his awareness grazed the Blood Sun Ocean, that rage gradually warped into a foreboding grin.

"The soul that has taken the Ocean of the Blood Sun as its host...

It is the one controlling the trio."

His grin stretched broader.

The Crown Prince's authentic Ancestor Power had never involved Omen Beast control.

That served as deception—a handy ruse.

Should anyone uncover his power's real essence, none would venture near him.

"I possess a limited number of slots," the Crown Prince whispered to himself. "I had intended to reserve the last one for my father or the High Prince of the Aztorus Kingdom. But they never appeared."

His stare grew keener.

"This... may be an even greater prize."

Letting Sky Terror battle on raw impulse alone, the Crown Prince lowered the beast's fighting prowess—but it held no importance. Should his scheme pan out, the conflict would conclude in a flash.

He drew a deliberate, calm inhalation.

Then shut his eyes.

His spirit expanded outward, crafting a conduit that linked straight to the Blood Sun Ocean.

"Soul Manipulation."

The instant the phrase escaped him, an unseen link emerged—

binding his spirit to the immense, scarlet awareness below the fray.