The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2421 Danger and opportunity

Kriz's eyes suddenly flew open as the harsh truth hit him like a thunderbolt.

Should the leaders of the Aztorus Kingdom discover that the alliance shattered due to his actions—right when the Ocean of the Blood Sun's forces had strengthened to challenge Late Alpha-Omega Overgods—he'd face dire repercussions. This wasn't some small blunder in talks; it amounted to a total tactical catastrophe.

The fallout might prove devastating.

In the mildest scenario, his command would get revoked, and he'd be pushed aside. In the direst case... the Kingdom could withhold the supplies essential for regrowing his lost arm. Within Paradise, where strength defined value, that kind of penalty equaled banishment.

Fury boiled up inside Kriz's torso.

He whipped around to face Mirena, his stare blazing with accusation and disloyalty. But the lady held her ground under his intense look, her stance composed, her face peaceful—nearly pleased.

Saying nothing at all, Mirena pressed her fist against her chest and inclined her head in respect toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Afterward, she pivoted and departed.

The Prima Deities and ArchDeities from the Aztorus Kingdom had wrapped up their fights already. Noticing Mirena's exit, they trailed after her quietly. Even the fighters who came with Kriz paused just a moment before opting to go along with her.

Once the chaos cleared, it became blatantly obvious who held the upper hand.

Kriz's hands balled into tight fists, his nails biting into the flesh of his palms. He shot a final look at the Ocean of the Blood Sun, loathing and anger churning in his gaze—but he held his tongue. Not with the Royal Guards nearby.

Having no alternative, he spun on his heel and departed.

Not until the entire Blutlinie of the Aztorus Kingdom had pulled back completely did the Royal Guards ease their vigilance.

The three sank gracefully into the Ocean of the Blood Sun, letting its life force and vigor envelop them. Their broken bones mended, torn organs healed on their own, and weary souls steadied while the red waves throbbed with vitality.

"Creator," Hades intoned gravely, his tone laden with worry, "is ending the alliance really the smart move? The Kalous Kingdom stays a power we three alone can't overcome."

Morningstar let out a chilly huff.

"In single combat, I'm sure I could hold my own against any of their fighters."

His tone remained firm, yet his gaze intensified next.

"Plus, thanks to the Ocean of the Blood Sun's present vitality, we'll climb in rank over the coming years. When that occurs, we won't merely hold them off—we'll crush whatever they throw at us."

Cain absorbed their words quietly, a hint of approval awakening in his spirit.

Fierce. Arrogant—but not foolish. Confident, while still peering ahead to what lay beyond now.

Very good.

"The reality," Cain stated evenly, "is that our peril runs deeper than you know."

The Royal Guards tensed up.

"The Crown Prince and his followers' demise isn't just a blow to the Kalous Kingdom. Those were Dark Blood Kingdom warriors. Kalous must account for their end."

Cain's tone chilled further.

"They'll strike back. Using all they've got. It's likely the Kalous King will personally intervene."

The Royal Guards' eyes grew wide, their faces shifting to deep gravity.

"Then why dissolve the alliance?" Hades inquired softly.

Before Cain responded, Morningstar cut in.

"Because it had ceased to work," he declared bluntly. "If we are to face

the full might of the Kalous Kingdom, we need allies who will stand

and fight—not retreat at the first scent of death."

Cain's mouth edged into a slight arc.

"Exactly."

He went on, his words firm and measured.

"We need a pact where their top warriors join the main fight. The Aztorus Kingdom will commit—since battling inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun offers them huge gains."

The three inclined their heads. The reasoning held firm.

Even so, doubt shadowed Satan's features.

"If the Ocean of the Blood Sun turns into the ultimate battleground... the

collateral damage will be immense."

"You are right," Cain answered steadily. "But it does not matter."

His gaze sparkled subtly.

"If all goes according to plan, that clash will act as the trigger I need to finish my new form—driving it past its supposed boundaries."

The Royal Guards agreed promptly with nods. Their trust in the Creator stood unbreakable.

Days slipped by.

The three mended fully from their wounds, coming out more robust than prior. They swept through nearby territories, seizing every area brimming with life essence and channeling it back to the Ocean of the Blood Sun to fuel its expansion.

In the meantime, Cain delved inside himself.

He sifted through the recollections pulled from Orfin and Gilgark with precision.

"Just as I thought," Cain whispered, "the Crown Prince marked them with

soul seals without them noticing."

His gaze turned somber.

"What a fearsome power."

This insight steeled Cain's determination. Paradise's Ancestor Powers posed greater threats than many grasped. Cain bolstered his soul barriers once more, stacking seals layer by layer, ensuring no weak spots remained.

Once he'd drawn out all useful knowledge, he encased Orfin's and Gilgark's souls in golden orbs prior to starting their absorption.

It wrapped up swiftly.

The Crown Prince and his allies' forms melted into streams of life force and power, which Cain funneled into the fourth cocoon. The Ocean of the Blood Sun reacted by surging, its strength visibly expanding.

Following that, the cleansing of their Ancestor Drops took place.

As the ritual ended, Cain halted briefly.

Astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The refined Ancestor Drop from the Crown Prince measured almost three

times larger than the ones from Orfin and Gilgark, even though the pair had superior cultivation bases.

"Purity," Cain pondered aloud, "holds true supremacy."

Excitement coursed through his essence.

"An Ancestor Power's strength and potency link straight to it."

The Ancestor Drop he crafted stood perfect—100% pure.

Cain's breathing eased.

"I can't even fathom the abilities this will bestow."

A subtle grin formed.

"If it boosts speed... that would be ideal."

Staying intent, Cain shifted his focus to the leftover

Blutlinie and pressed on with the procedure.