The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2422 King of the Aztorus Kingdom

Cain swiftly purified all the Ancestor Drops and merged them into his own. With that task finished, he skipped any break and dove right back in, adjusting and bolstering his transformed body while perfecting each detail with intense focus.

The Scarlet King felt sure the Aztorus Kingdom would grasp the importance of shifting the main fight to the Ocean of the Blood Sun, but he wasn't about to hand over his destiny completely to outsiders. Backup plans equaled true strength.

Golden spheres started emerging at vital locations throughout the blood ocean, dipping below the scarlet waves as though stars were being engulfed by a vast red tide.

"I truly hope I won't need to use these just to fend off the Kalous Kingdom," the Scarlet King whispered.

A heavy gravity settled into his spirit as he pressed on with his efforts, widening the Ocean of the Blood Sun and amplifying the strength of his reborn form.

Days slipped by. Then weeks.

Still, no trace emerged of the Kalous Kingdom's top leaders.

That lack of movement stirred unease in Cain.

"Did I misjudge them?" the idea flashed through his thoughts.

Right then, the Scarlet King detected it.

A colossal airborne white citadel was heading straight for the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Its immense scale matched almost ten percent of the blood ocean's vastness. The fortress pulsed with raw might, layers of auras clashing and merging to warp the atmosphere and darken the heavens. Cain's senses scanned it in a flash, picking out scores of powerful entities.

But one presence towered over everything else.

It flared with such ferocity that it twisted the fabric of space around it.

The fortress stopped right at the boundary of the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Seconds later, three forms stepped out from its entrance.

Mirena positioned herself on the left.

Kriz took the right flank.

And in the center... loomed a figure who dominated the moment without a single word.

His white locks cascaded to his shoulders, his build commanding—muscles honed ideally for swiftness, force, and stamina. Each motion hinted at leashed ferocity, reminiscent of a blade that had perfected calm. The most captivating feature was the crimson eye set in his brow, glowing fiercer than even the lost Crown Prince of the Kalous Kingdom's.

The three pressed forward, their feet touching the Ocean of the Blood Sun's surface as a blood avatar ascended to greet them.

A faint grin crossed the middle-aged man's features upon spotting the Blood King's manifestation.

"I am Eonar," he stated evenly. "King of the Aztorus Kingdom."

His tone flowed soft and serene—yet the command laced through it shook the skies.

Cain assessed him in an instant.

"So this is the might of a King of Paradise.

His physical capabilities rival those of the Monster of the Root... but the true source of his power lies in his Ancestor Drops.

And I can't detect them at all.

Dangerous."

Those ideas raced through Cain's mind faster than a single pulse.

The blood avatar pressed its palms together and executed a profound

bow.

"It is an honor to meet you, King of Aztorus."

Eonar offered a slight smile and inclined his head. Then his eyes hardened as they shifted to Kriz.

The Royal Blutlinie had regrown his lost limb, yet his face stayed ashen. The King had stressed that Kriz received aid solely due to the brewing conflict. When it concluded, retribution awaited.

Drawing in a steady breath and choking down his arrogance, Kriz bowed his head.

"I ask for your forgiveness," he uttered rigidly. "My words were rude and in no way represent the will of the Aztorus Kingdom."

The blood avatar gave him a quick glance.

"Apology accepted."

Nothing more.

Cain shifted his focus back to Eonar at once, ignoring Kriz entirely.

"I assume Your Majesty has come to address our alliance."

Eonar dipped his chin.

"I will be direct," he declared. "The Kalous Kingdom used numerous treasures and formations to paralyze the northern battlefield, casting

an energy wall we can not cross. Afterward, our intelligence confirmed they withdrew under the cover of darkness, retreating toward their capital."

His gaze tightened.

"They are consolidating their forces and preparing to march here. There are also confirmed reports that the Kalous King has begun contracting mercenaries from other kingdoms to bolster his strength."

While speaking, Eonar quietly stretched his awareness into the Ocean of the Blood Sun, probing for any ripple of alarm or dread in the consciousness that filled it.

He detected nothing.

Just a steady inclination from the blood avatar.

Eonar gave a light shrug and went on.

"Some among my council suggested we exploit the opening and strike

their capital while it is exposed," he said. "But I had a different idea."

A chill savagery glinted in the King's stare.

"We will move our forces into the Ocean of the Blood Sun and fight

them here—with everything we have."

He motioned at the waters.

"This is our home ground. Your enhancements give us a decisive

advantage. If we play our cards correctly, we will gain far more than

territory."

His tone lowered.

"We will annihilate them."

The blood avatar stayed quiet, though inside Cain, a thrill ignited.

"I won't even need to convince them."

On the surface, though, the blood avatar showed a contemplative look.

"A battle within my domain will greatly benefit your forces," it replied steadily. "But the collateral damage will be immense. It will wreak havoc

on my body and soul."

Eonar acknowledged with a single nod, then flicked his wrist.

Immediately, thousands upon thousands of dazed Blutlinie spilled from the floating fortress, hovering briefly in the sky.

"This should more than compensate for any losses you endure."

The blood avatar's grin broadened.

The volume was overwhelming. While none ranked as Royal Blutlinie, their numbers made up for the absence of top-tier caliber.

"So," Eonar continued smoothly, "we have an alliance?"

The blood avatar nodded right away.

Eonar signaled once more.

The forms dropped.

They plunged.

Myriad surges burst forth as they sank into the core of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, pulled under by its flow, sealed away, and absorbed.