The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2426 Soul Sundering Technique

The entire battlefield held its breath in a frozen instant as the dazzling light engulfed the two kings completely.

As the glow started to dim, the Kalous King appeared first from the aftermath. Scars of charred skin marked his form, with his scales fractured and darkened, yet the injuries remained superficial. He wasn't the primary focus of that strike.

Next, emerging from the fading explosion, the Aztorus King rose up.

His state was infinitely more dire.

One side of Eonar's face had turned to inert gray rock through intense burning, the skin incinerated to the point where bits flaked off with each twitch. His left arm had vanished completely, leaving only a rough stump of merged bone and cinders. His majestic armor had fused into his flesh, distorted past all familiarity.

Even with such gruesome injuries, Eonar showed no delay.

The moment he steadied himself, he unleashed the Blade of the End of Times using all his remaining strength.

A pair of enormous curves of solidified time essence ripped across the sky, slicing directly at the metal cubes. Those devices had already drained most of their energy in the earlier assault. Their symbols glowed faintly, incapable of mounting any real barrier.

In an instant, they were sliced to pieces.

Bits of mangled metal and broken symbols poured down into the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Only after that did Eonar bring down his blade.

His eyes avoided Lortar.

Rather, they turned below—to the expansive red sea underneath.

"Useless trash," he snarled, anger simmering under his composed

surface. "If you had lasted just one more second, this fight would have ended."

He forced down that anger.

Dealing with the Ocean of the Blood Sun could wait. Lortar's death came first.

Disregarding the torment raging in his broken frame, Eonar charged ahead. His one good arm gripped the sword tighter, his murderous aura honing to a deadly point.

Lortar suffered severe harm too. Crimson flowed from the intersecting cuts on his torso, his breaths coming in labored gasps. Yet upon seeing Eonar's useless left arm, a fierce glimmer of opportunity flared in his gaze.

His fighting spirit surged alive again within.

A possibility lingered.

Once again, the kings smashed together, their impact sending shockwaves of ruin sweeping through the heavens. Though drained and sorely hurt, every blow they landed held immense power, their resolve outshining all logic.

Over the field of combat, the conflict among the Royal Blutlinie entered its climactic phase.

Both forces were covered in injuries, gore and torn tissue falling ceaselessly into the waters beneath. Still, the Aztorus Kingdom held the clear upper hand. Their greater numbers, bolstered by the life force and power drawn from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, let them overwhelm their foes without mercy.

Cain took in the full scene.

No action slipped past his awareness.

"It's just a question of moments," he mused with icy detachment. "With this ferocity, not one will keep a whole soul. Their Ancestor Drops will be damaged before hitting the sea. The moment has arrived."

Resolve solidified in the Scarlet King.

His mind stretched out, linking to each golden orb he'd crafted during the previous year—relics born from the essences of innumerable Blutlinie and Omen Beasts he'd slain and

processed.

The fighters from both realms were far too engrossed in the fray to detect it.

Yet suddenly, their senses blared in alarm.

A crushing feeling of peril burst in their thoughts, fierce enough to make even Alpha-Omega Overgods flinch back. Fighters pulled apart from their rivals on reflex, creating space

between each other while glancing below.

The sight chilled their veins.

Golden orbs illuminated the expanse of the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

They arranged into circles.

The initial circle had three orbs.

The next one enclosed nine.

The one after that, twenty-seven.

Every following circle grew threefold.

The outermost circle—

—held 19,683 golden orbs.

Perplexity swept over the battlefield. Soldiers from both the

Kalous Kingdom and the Aztorus Kingdom gaped in shock, failing

to grasp the spectacle before them.

Everyone but one.

Eonar identified the formation right away.

His eyes grew wide.

"Impossible," he pondered. "We merely gave him the secrets for the opening three circles. How did he master the Soul Sundering

Technique?"

Stunned, he felt it course through him—but he quashed it at once.

Lifting his sword, Eonar readied himself to assault the Ocean of the Blood

Sun using his last reserves.

But he moved too slowly.

His ruined form failed him.

Before any action, all the golden orbs exploded

at the same time.

A monumental burst of soul energy burst forth. The blasts connected, sphere by sphere, circle by circle, forming a massive golden-and-blue net that covered the whole sea.

The Soul Sundering Technique came alive in full.

A ruinous tide of soul strength rose high, tearing through the clouds and crashing into the consciousnesses and essences of all Blutlinie in the

Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Cries burst from the Royal Blutlinie.

Not cries of hurt—

—but of utter destruction.

Their psyches seemed ripped to shreds, strand by strand. Ideas broke apart. Recollections splintered. The torment was total, erasing any chance of clear thinking.

Regarding the vast multitudes of ordinary Blutlinie—

They didn't even manage a cry.

The soul force overwhelmed them in a flash, knocking them out before response. Their forms dropped like precipitation into the crimson depths below.

The method consumed them.

Essences were absorbed, boosting the Soul Sundering Technique even more. Forms and Ancestor Drops got claimed by the sea, processed, and funneled straight to the pod containing Cain's reborn form.

Strength flowed in.

Transformation sped up.

Eonar and Lortar gritted their jaws, their essences strong enough to

avoid complete breakdown—but the onslaught still made them waver.

Their gazes met.

Awareness flashed between them without words.

Their conflict had been overtaken.

The Blood King never planned to back either faction.

His goal was to devour everything.

Loathing continued to rage between the kings—but for the first time, they

exchanged a grave acknowledgment.

In sync, they faced the Ocean of the Blood Sun, their blades

flaring with deadly purpose.

The grudge between the Aztorus Kingdom and the Kalous

Kingdom wouldn't conclude this day.

Yet first—

They would eradicate the entity bold enough to make them the hunted.