The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2424 Fire and temporal energy
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Eonar's gaze expanded in shock upon seeing the might released by those metal cubes. He knew for sure that the Kalous Kingdom by itself couldn't possibly create armaments of such superior quality.
"A present from the Dark Blood Kingdom?" he pondered darkly.
Considering the history of the Kalous Kingdom's Crown Prince, this stood as the sole logical reason.
Nevertheless, Eonar refused to let his focus waver for an instant. The hovering citadel had endured devastating harm, with huge portions melted into ruins, and it teetered on the brink of plunging into the crimson sea.
Yet it still functioned. Acting swiftly, he shifted the citadel's primary guns, switching aims from the Kalous Kingdom's Royal Blutlinie to the enormous cubes hovering above.
Even as the citadel started descending toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun due to the lingering impact of the assault, it unleashed its volley.
Dazzling beams of power ripped across the heavens, slamming into the pair of dark metal cubes with crushing intensity. The runic formations
etched onto their exteriors broke apart sequentially, and the
devices were hurled far away, spinning wildly before vanishing from the combat zone.
The climactic confrontation of the conflict had just kicked off, yet both factions had already destroyed artifacts strong enough to slay Alpha-Omega Overgods.
This revealed one undeniable fact.
This conflict wouldn't drag on through exhaustion.
No prolonged deadlock or tentative tests would occur.
Instead, it promised a savage, unrelenting showdown where each side threw all their might right from the start.
Across the warzone, Eonar and Lortar met each other's stares.
Not uttering a sound, they disappeared.
Their speed defied containment by space itself. As their punches at last met, a burst of flames and time-based power erupted, twisting the fabric of space-time in the skies. Ripples of force spread out, shredding clouds and warping the terrain beneath.
Cain's vision focused intensely.
He drove the Power of Chaos and the Flow to their utmost, delving past veils of existence to dissect the powers, capabilities, and weaknesses of the rival monarchs. Each piece of data burned itself into his thoughts.
Near the dueling rulers, the remaining Royal Blutlinie charged into the fray.
The firmament burst with hues as myriad special powers erupted. Fire, bolts of electricity, darkness, gore, steel, and emptiness smashed together in awe-inspiring chaos.
Morningstar, Hades, and Satan battled as a unit, arranging in a perfect triangle to confront one foe.
Facing one with three might seem inefficient, but nobody from the Aztorus Kingdom doubted the choice.
For their adversary was a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod.
Javis was his name, heading the hired Royal Blutlinie serving the Kalous King.
His bodily might chilled the soul, but his true peril lay in his Ancestor Gift—total control over shadows. He shaped them into tools of war, crafting cords, swords, lances, and shields on a whim. Even more alarming, those shadows could penetrate Morningstar's toughened body.
Still, the trio of Royal Guards held their ground.
Their coordination shone perfectly, forged in endless fights. Power and life force flowed through them, boosting their might, agility, and reflexes to extraordinary levels.
Morningstar spearheaded the assault.
He possessed the greatest power.
And the supreme velocity.
His silhouette streaked as he shredded shadow lances, bridging the gap in a flash. With his enormous sword, he swung toward Javis's throat.
Yet right before impact, myriad shadow threads appeared, coiling around the weapon and halting it just inches away.
Javis's complexion drained of color.
The sheer force in that blow terrified him.
Even so, he twisted his lips into a broad smirk.
"Something like you can never-"
The Royal Blutlinie failed to complete his words.
A savage boot struck his chin, propelling him upward like
a shooting star.
"Dammit!" Javis bellowed in his mind, his awareness spinning.
Before regaining his balance, Hades and Satan materialized at his side.
One released a thundering rush of dark fire.
The other flung a huge orb of packed power.
"BOOOOOOM!"
The blast lit up the uppermost heavens.
For an instant, victory looked assured.
Then a pair of gigantic shadow palms erupted from the blaze, pounding
into Hades and Satan's torsos with irresistible might. Crimson misted the air as they flew back in ruin.
With the power fading, a huge shadow pod emerged.
Within, Javis panted hard.
Fissures marred the pod's exterior.
His top protection spell had just managed to endure.
"That it withstood their onslaught... suffices," he told himself, yet before he drew another breath, the strike came.
"CRACK!"
The Royal Blutlinie's gaze bulged in dread.
A rod broke through the pod from overhead.
Morningstar plunged down as a deity of combat, his grin icy and pitiless. He channeled extra force into the rod, crashing it onto Javis's shoulder blade. The crack of fracturing bones resounded over the field as Javis soared away again.
Other Royal Blutlinie couldn't resist looking at the group—particularly Morningstar.
This Royal Guard proved a beast.
And he pulled off these feats without relying on outside power boosts.
He wasn't alone in stealing the spotlight either.
Mirena unleashed strength way surpassing the Aztorus Kingdom's
recollections. Her bodily force dominated, and her energy consumption rate daunted—yet it showed no signs of
waning.
The Kalous Kingdom's troops soon uncovered the
reality.
The Ocean of the Blood Sun funneled its essence straight to
her.
Fury boiled in their cores.
Yet in the Aztorus Kingdom's Royal Blutlinie, another feeling
arose.
Covetousness.
A sinister gleam flashed in their gazes.
Wordless signals shot toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
Demands.
The very next moment, the sea responded.
Rivulets of red power flooded their forms, bestowing vast edges over their rivals.
The Scarlet King displayed pure benevolence, seeming keen to
bolster the Aztorus Kingdom's warriors.
But buried in his essence, excitement welled—chill and alluring.
Each fresh bond.
Each spirit tie.
Each strand of reliance.
All drew him nearer to his grand ambition.