The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2429 Standing above time

Eonar and Lortar gripped their fists tightly.

Hesitation gave way to icy determination, with fierce resolve sparking in their

gaze. Not a single word passed between them as they gave each other a firm nod—and then poured forth all their might.

Their powers exploded outward.

A massive surge of fiery red burst from Lortar's form, while a vast spire of intense blue shot up from Eonar. Scorching heat and time's grip intertwined, ripping apart the heavens as the paired columns soared into the skies.

In the very next moment, the two kings disappeared.

They materialized in front of the Blood King amid a warp of twisted space, traveling at such velocity that even a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod would find it hard to keep up. Even with their severe injuries, their pace stayed utterly ferocious.

It happened in under a single beat.

Lortar's halberd and Eonar's blade came crashing down from both flanks, intersecting toward Cain's throat like the jaws of an enormous shear, timed flawlessly to sever his head in one blow. For that fleeting second, the pair of Royal Blutlinie sensed victory. He was theirs.

Then—

Cain disappeared.

He rematerialized several meters back from where he stood, the strikes cutting through nothing but the void left by his former spot.

"Teleportation?"

The identical idea struck both leaders' thoughts.

This shouldn't have been possible. Their powers and Omen Forces saturated the field of battle, distorting space-time to such an extreme that brief jumps through space ought to collapse.

Yet reason had long since failed them.

They confronted a being who had consumed the forces of two entire realms to temper his frame.

With no pause, the duo of kings displayed the expertise honed across endless eras of conflict. They pivoted their forms in mid-strike, channeling their drive smoothly into the follow-up assault as their arms thrust ahead once more.

The halberd and blade ripped across the void like shooting stars that could shatter worlds, targeted straight at Cain's torso.

Cain faded away again.

He popped up a meter off to the side, the edges grazing past him by the barest margin.

Astonishment flooded Eonar and Lortar—but they pressed on.

They struck once more.

And struck yet again.

Their actions flowed without flaw, armaments dancing in ideal harmony, sealing off every avenue of escape. Every blow packed the force to

annihilate an Alpha-Omega Overgod.

Still, each time—

Cain evaded right at the point of collision.

He flickered into view repeatedly, forever just out of their grasp.

Inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun, the Royal Guards drew on its life force to mend their injuries. Hades and Satan furrowed their brows intensely while observing the duel overhead.

What gnawed at them wasn't terror.

It was bewilderment.

"Why are they..." Satan whispered, his dragon-like eyes narrowing. "...acting so sluggishly?"

When the fight first erupted, Lortar and Eonar had blurred with horrifying velocity—so swift that even Satan could scarcely track

them with his vision.

But at this point?

Now they operated just a touch quicker than a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod.

"This has to stem from our Creator's Ancestor Power," Hades stated gravely. "It ties into time. He's dragging them to a crawl."

"No."

Morningstar denied it at once.

His piercing stare intensified, shimmering softly as he scanned the fray.

His tone lowered, laced with wonder.

"He's achieving much more than mere slowdown. Observe the power flows encircling

him."

Hades and Satan concentrated, their perceptions zeroing in on the bursts of force released amid each exchange.

They went still.

The very essence of energy lagged behind.

Fires stretched out in bizarre patterns. Blast waves inched along rather than

bursting. Light itself curved lazily when nearing Cain.

"...The fabric of reality is decelerating," Morningstar murmured.

"And the truly terrifying aspect is this—trapped within that realm,

you remain oblivious to your own reduced pace."

Disbelief spread among the Royal Guards.

For an ability to warp reality's rhythm so stealthily that those ensnared failed to notice—

Such dominion transcended time outright.

It overshadowed all Ancestor Powers they had ever encountered.

Morningstar's judgment rang true.

Eonar and Lortar processed thoughts more sluggishly. Responded more sluggishly. Acted

more sluggishly.

The influence crept in undetected and ruled completely.

Since they couldn't detect it, resistance proved futile.

Naturally, despite this restraint, their velocity stayed daunting—swift enough to slaughter a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod in a flash.

But as reality dragged around Cain, he navigated with total ease.

Not just ease—

He surged at dominating velocity.

So rapid that even Late Alpha-Omega Overgods would falter in tracing him visually.

This confrontation arose not from hubris.

Cain sought this bout to gauge his limits.

It marked the Scarlet King's inaugural real skirmish in Paradise, demanding true insight into his capabilities. To foster his Primordial Essence sufficiently for ascending the Flow, he required vastly superior might.

And he refused to progress at a snail's pace. Millennia or centuries lay beyond his grasp. He aimed to return within decades, forcing cultivation at an unthinkable rate.

That route demanded seizure.

It demanded domination.

It demanded warfare.

As Cain sharpened his grasp of his velocity and command,

Eonar abruptly pulled away.

He rocketed back, manifesting thousands of meters distant in a blink, abandoning Lortar to face the Blood King solo.

On the surface, it seemed like flight.

Cain recognized the truth.

"So he's caught on," Cain mused steadily.

"His command of the Omen of Time must be remarkable to pick up on it."

Eonar's eyes bulged as he created space, jaws grinding as he at last sensed it.

The warp.

The anomaly.

"What sort of ability is this?" Eonar grumbled, thoughts whirling. "It touches time... yet surpasses it."

Myriad ideas flooded his head—but he stamped them down with steely control.

"Fall back!" he bellowed.

Lortar wasted no time.

He broke off right away, withdrawing from Cain's vicinity using every ounce of his leftover strength. His skill with time fell short of Eonar's, yet he'd witnessed plenty.

The odd patterns in energy. The bizarre rhythm of actions.

The reality stood plain.

A chill of fear swept his core.

The two kings shared one look. Words weren't necessary.

No need for them.

They grasped the identical realization. Their strategy had faltered.

And should they persist in this manner— They would perish without grasping the cause.