The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2430 New enemy (I)

Power started gathering within the sword and halberd.

Vast surges of energy swirled violently around the weapons, exploding into fierce blazes and twisting time rifts that shook the heavens and bent reality. The intense force ripped the clouds to shreds, etching trails of broken radiance across the sky.

Eonar and Lortar had come to the identical realization.

Approaching the Scarlet King meant certain death.

In the heart of his territory, their thoughts grew sluggish, their reflexes blunted, and their actions delayed—yet the scariest aspect was their total inability to notice the change. An unseen force was one they had no hope of countering.

Therefore, keeping their distance stood as their sole choice.

Though both rulers had risen from countless close-quarters battles, the overwhelming force of their distant strikes could still obliterate a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod—particularly when combined in unison.

The instant their weapons hummed to life, Cain spotted their strategy. A simple smile crossed his face.

Easing his stance, Cain drew in a deep, steady breath and held perfectly motionless, hovering over the Ocean of the Blood Sun like he awaited a soft wind instead of a world-shaking barrage.

His serene demeanor ignited fury and shame in the cores of Eonar and Lortar.

Still, neither one uttered a word.

They would require every bit of concentration and control to

endure.

Not a moment more was squandered before the power encircling their armaments

erupted.

With full might, Eonar swept the Blade of the End of Times. From its blade burst enormous torrents of time essence, rushing ahead like thundering currents of warped chronology. They advanced at impossible velocities, seemingly carried by the Flow to boost their velocity and force.

Simultaneously, Lortar launched his assault.

Dozens upon hundreds of fiery dragon maws burst forth from his halberd, each bellowing as it charged onward. For each step they covered, their essences sped up even more, devouring warmth and drive until the atmosphere wailed in their wake.

First came the time torrents.

But upon crossing into Cain's realm, their pace halved abruptly.

Not just bodily movement felt the drag. Even skills—raw expressions of might—were hindered by that unseen command. Cain might have evaded them with ease.

Yet his gaze ignited with golden radiance.

He stretched out his left limb.

Beneath Eonar's gaze of sheer terror, the rear of Cain's palm touched a time torrent—and lightly batted it away, flinging it astray like a plaything.

"Impossible..."

The phrase escaped Eonar's mouth before he could hold it back.

And that marked just the start.

Each following torrent of time essence met the identical end, redirected and dispersed as though Cain swept away falling droplets.

Lortar's astonishment ran equally deep.

However, differing from Eonar, his doubt swiftly hardened into icy determination.

Letting out a bellow, he guided the fiery dragon maws while in motion, compelling them to merge. The multitude of strikes merged into one gigantic form—a searing orb of packed ruin as vast as a lunar body.

Right as it neared the boundary of Cain's realm, Lortar set it off.

The reasoning proved straightforward.

Cain might deflect a strike—but an outburst of force lay beyond deflection.

Victory gleamed in Lortar's grin as the growing detonation rushed at the Scarlet King.

Suddenly, the outburst halted.

Blazes stopped in mid-bloom. Pressure waves froze solid. Thermal fury

solidified into quiet.

Before Lortar grasped the sight before him, the iced blaze got pulled in—sucked straight into Cain's left orb.

"How...?"

The syllable hardly shaped before Cain's right orb blazed with searing

golden brilliance.

In the next heartbeat, a detonation burst right before Lortar's torso—matching the strength and essence of his own launch, yet flipped and boosted.

"BOOOOO0000000000OM!"

The surge engulfed Lortar completely.

Blazes, brilliance, and fractured voids consumed the Kalous King, rendering it unclear if his form remained intact.

Cain's grin widened fully.

The method he had employed—a superior variant of Redirection—

demanded far greater effort than the idle uses of his Ancestor Power. Performing it even once had worn him down considerably.

His orbs pulsed with rebound pain, and he realized repeating it would take time.

Instead of regret, Cain experienced contentment.

That very restraint explained his start of this clash.

"Time for the offensive."

Fierce edge and lethal will flared in Cain's stare. Golden radiance poured through his frame, then gathered in his limbs as his strength pivoted entirely to motion and confrontation.

He faced Eonar.

And disappeared.

Eonar at once attempted to pull back, creating space from the Scarlet King—but the chance had already slipped away.

Upon stepping into the realm, his velocity fell without his awareness.

Cain materialized in front of him.

A savage fist smashed into Eonar's visage, the impact jerking his skull

rearward and hurling him toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun's heart.

Before recovery struck, a further hit pounded his side.

"Crack."

Skeletal frames shattered from the strike.

Eonar sought to strike back—but in his view, it seemed ten Scarlet Kings assaulted together, their actions blending and untraceable.

Even as he dominated his foe, Cain's brow furrowed faintly.

His velocity shone superbly—but the force in every blow rated merely fair by his measure.

The logic held.

He had purposefully channeled his form's capabilities into quickness,

rendering assault and guard only passable. Guarding drew aid from the Flow, and though he might amplify hits via the Light of the Flow, it fell short still.

During fights, each hit ought to maim—or end.

Within the Crimson World, he managed it via peak bodily might and Dream.

In the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, via Zero-State Force and

Ego Wave.

Here, the Omens of the Ocean of the Blood Sun belonged to him—but full command escaped him yet.

Not sufficiently to elevate his lethal force to Late

Alpha-Omega Overgod tier.

"I could infuse my Ancestor Power directly into my strikes," Cain

considered.

"That should be sufficient."

The realm he employed was simply an idle outcome of his

Ancestor Power.

He had yet to release it in full.

As Cain readied to invoke that profound command, the blade in

Eonar's grasp quivered abruptly.

The orb set in the hilt's base flew open broadly.

A tremendous surge of might exploded from the Blade of the End of Times.

Cain's orbs expanded.

He withdrew in a flash, the weapon's tip grazing past by scant inches.