The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2427 The Royal Guard vs two Kings

The two kings were spotted by Cain as they geared up to plunge at him, their murderous aura flaring wildly while they cast aside every inhibition in a frantic bid to obliterate the spirit dominating the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Inside Cain's core, however, fear and alarm were absent; chill resolve alone prevailed.

Suddenly, the Power of Chaos burst forth.

Right then, all the Royal Blutlinie who had earlier drawn the Ocean of the Blood Sun's force into themselves experienced a deep shudder of instinctive dread in their souls. Through permitting Cain's essence to seep into them—by taking in his life force and vigor—they had unwittingly opened a pathway for him right into their essences.

Any shields they possessed proved utterly futile.

There was no requirement for Cain to target their physical forms.

Straight into their souls did he extend his reach.

Full force of the Soul Sundering Technique plunged directly into their cores, evading every obstacle, lineage, and safeguard. "ARGHHHHHH-!"

In perfect harmony, Mirena, Kriz, and the other Royal Blutlinie of the Aztorus Kingdom let out screams while their souls tore asunder. Such total torment caused their awareness to break apart without delay.

Just a moment later, down they tumbled.

Into the Ocean of the Blood Sun their forms crashed, and upon contact with its waves, the golden spiderweb devoured their souls. Power swelled within the Soul Sundering Technique, its potency multiplying at a staggering rate.

"RUMBLE-!"

The fabric of space quaked.

A vast explosion of soul force rocketed skyward, fracturing the heavens while it slammed into the leftover Royal Blutlinie from the Kalous Kingdom—as well as the two kings.

Violently flung aloft went Eonar and Lortar. Crimson trails poured from their eyes, ears, and lips, sight dimming as their inner beings wailed under the overwhelming force.

Even poorer was the state of the Kalous Kingdom's Royal Blutlinie.

Direct infusion of the Power of Chaos had been avoided by them, yet

severe injuries already plagued them. Gradually, each one slipped into

unconsciousness and dropped into the Ocean of the Blood Sun, their plunge boosting the Soul Sundering Technique even further.

Tighter became the web with every soul it claimed.

Denser.

Deadlier.

As their followers plummeted, a fury ignited so intense it eclipsed the torment ravaging their cores. Fists tightened by both kings drew blood from their grips, jaws grinding while they compelled their bodies onward anew.

United in their descent, they plunged with resolve outshining any hopelessness.

No price would deter them from shattering the spirit that ruled the blood ocean.

Regrettably for the pair, three silhouettes blocked their route.

A human.

A dinosaur warrior.

A fiendish dragon.

Side by side the Royal Guards positioned themselves, faces grave as they confronted the duo of kings.

Battered and weary lay the kings' frames, life essence ebbing swiftly, with the Soul Sundering Technique yet nibbling at their souls. Nevertheless, as supreme forces, they retained the ability to slay the three.

Fear found no place in the Royal Guards' gazes.

Hesitation was nowhere to be seen.

Forward they charged.

Toward Eonar sped Morningstar, gripping a huge bastard sword in

his grasp.

"Hmph! Get out of my way, you garbage!" bellowed the Aztorus King, hurling the Blade of the End of Times with his final reserves.

Clash echoed as the weapons met.

Upon impact, endless ages seemed to flood over Morningstar's form. The weight of time bore down, leeching his endurance, weakening his life force, and pulling him toward ruin.

Downward his frame was forced.

But upward he soared in the very next beat.

Roaring fiercely, Morningstar propelled himself skyward once more, denying Eonar any advance toward the blood ocean.

No easier did Hades and Satan have it.

With every arc of Lortar's halberd came blasts of searing blaze

that charred skin, liquefied plating, and scorched skeletons. Flames engulfed their bodies, anguish tearing at them per motion.

Teeth gritted, they pushed ahead regardless.

Each blow they delivered compelled the Kalous King to struggle for

every bit of ground.

At last, the final Royal Blutlinie from the Kalous Kingdom sank into the

Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Everything had been staked by both kingdoms on this field of conflict.

Their armies.

Their elites.

Their strongest bloodlines.

They had believed this would be their ultimate defense.

Gone now was every one.

The Soul Sundering Technique was nourished by their souls.

Vitality for Cain's emerging shape was forged from their corpses.

And above all—their Ancestor Drops underwent purification, stripped of every imperfection and frailty, before being sent to the cocoon beneath the waves.

Truly world-shaking was Cain's accomplishment.

Together, the might of the Aztorus Kingdom and Kalous Kingdom matched the Crimson World's Freedom Path under the Ancient One's command.

Single-handedly had Cain wiped them out.

Complacency had no room here, though.

Toward his form still rushed Eonar and Lortar.

Should any king hammer the cocoon with their utmost, harm could come to his Primordial Essence—or far graver, injury to his budding physique.

Sharpened became Cain's concentration.

Between two vital endeavors, his entire strength split.

First came the finishing of refining the Royal Blutlinie's

Ancestor Drops, blending them with his to elevate it past former bounds. Simple yet prolonged was this. Second involved integrating his Primordial Essence with the fresh body.

Swift progressed that fusion.

And incredibly intricate.

One error might maim him for good.

Precision he demanded.

Over the sea, peril mounted for the Royal Guards in the clash. Ebbing went the Soul Sundering Technique's force, freeing the kings to release greater portions of their actual power.

A profound slash marred Morningstar's torso. From it seeped temporal force,

unwilling to heal, siphoning his life with each pulse.

Regardless, teeth bared, he kept blocking the Blade of the End of Times.

Worse off stood Hades and Satan.

Scorch marks blanketed them, vapors curling from fractured gear and

burnt tissue. Climax struck the bout as Lortar booted Hades aside with irresistible might, then unleashed a savage arc that hacked off Satan's left limb and shredded his wings.

Through the air, gore erupted.

Across Lortar's features, icy savagery gleamed.

A route had at last cleared for him.

Roaring, the Kalous King plummeted with his leftover might. Apocalyptic fury built around his halberd's blaze, reality twisting near the tool as he readied to plunge it

into the Ocean of the Blood Sun—and eradicate it utterly.