The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2432 Cain's Ancestor Power
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
A blaze of white fire kindled in the pupil of Cain's Ancestor Eye.
Right at that moment, the blaze exploded from his form, shooting upward and creating a massive column of pale flames that stabbed into the highest heavens. It climbed without end, like it aimed to scorch right through the boundaries of the Dark Blood Realm.
The might held inside it proved so immense that the two kings
couldn't help but jump back, terrified of getting trapped in its range and turned to ash.
However, the white flames didn't scorch.
They consumed absolutely nothing.
Their impact proved far more dreadful.
These flames vibrated in harmony with time—though they refused to follow it. They operated by laws that towered over time, warping cause and effect, halting all movement, and breaking the fundamental laws of nature. The essence of the Dark Blood Realm quaked as this might burst free, as though the entire realm sensed the rise of a power that could end everything.
This wasn't just raw power.
This represented dominion.
Gradually, the enormous column pulled back. The white flames retreated, streaming into Cain's form and embedding themselves in his muscles, skeleton, veins, and spirit. Once finished, Cain hovered steadily in the air, his presence emitting a serene yet oppressive command.
A broad grin of sheer delight stretched over his features.
"So this is the power one gains after forging a Flawless Ancestor Drop," Cain whispered, his tone laced with clear thrill. "Not even my Zero-State Force—the combined authority of Entropy and Nihility—can compare to this."
His hands balled up, not from anger, but from ecstasy.
Suddenly, he disappeared.
Cain materialized right in front of the two kings faster than an eye could twitch.
Right away, Lortar experienced a rush of terror and shock bursting in his chest. His gut feelings yelled at him louder than ever before.
That white blaze meant death.
No.
It surpassed death.
The shadowy eye set in Eonar's brow picked up the danger too, yet the being inside the Blade of the End of Times understood only ruin. It compelled Eonar's form to charge ahead anyway, lunging at Cain with deadly purpose.
Cain evaded with ease.
With that same shift, he positioned himself straight in front of Lortar.
"His speed... it rose again!" Lortar's thoughts howled in terror.
Yet that wasn't accurate.
Cain's velocity hadn't risen.
As soon as the white flames appeared, the stasis field around Cain had intensified by leaps and bounds—so
crushing that the time cloak created by the Blade of the End of Times could hardly withstand its weight.
The danger of total destruction broke Lortar's fighting resolve.
Terror morphed into wild despair while murderous rage exploded from within him. Letting out a bellow, he lashed out with his halberd toward Cain using every ounce of strength, with fire ripping across the sky.
He wasn't aiming for triumph.
He just hoped Cain would pull back.
To gain some space.
To escape.
Bad luck for the Kalous King, Cain didn't evade.
He lifted his limb and intercepted the halberd's edge with it.
The jolt almost halted Lortar's pulse.
The blade couldn't slice into Cain's skin.
"It boosted his toughness too!?" That insight raced through
Lortar's head—
And it became his final clear idea.
Cain's punch thrust ahead, crashing into Lortar's torso.
Pale flames burst from the collision spot, erupting through
the Kalous King's rear like ghostly blaze. The impact hurled Lortar backward—
yet not like a shooting star.
His motion crawled at an unreal pace.
Like the whole world had sunk into thick syrup.
"What... is happening!?" Alarm seized his thoughts.
His mind processed at regular speed. His perception stayed whole.
But his form lagged in sluggish motion.
Suffering that ought to have ended in an instant dragged into infinite agony, every pulse stretching like ages.
And then—
A savage boot slammed into his skull.
Pale flames exploded again.
This round, Lortar stayed utterly still.
His frame locked in the air.
His gaze stayed wide. His mind persisted. Torment overwhelmed
his perceptions—but his tissue, fluids, vitality, and even his spirit energy got
totally locked down.
Iced over.
Stuck.
"What... is this awful might...?" His wordless cry faded into
emptiness.
Cain looked elsewhere from him.
At that very moment, his other hand darted out, catching the Blade of the End of Times right before it hit his throat.
The shadowy eye on Eonar's brow shook wildly while it fixed on Cain's exposed hand holding the blade—unharmed, unscratched.
Cain's eyes turned to the shadowy eye.
For the initial occasion since its birth, the spirit tied to the Blade of
the End of Times sensed an entirely foreign sensation.
Terror.
It tried to withdraw, to yank free from Cain's hold—but his clasp
clamped down like iron jaws.
Next, Cain's digits flickered.
They hit Eonar thirty times within a split second, pressing
exact spots over his frame.
Initially, the hits looked innocuous.
Then— All those spots ignited at once.
The junctions of vital energy and spirit energy flipped their
usual flow, slamming together with savage force. Inner blasts ripped across Eonar's form, on the verge of shredding it to
bits.
But prior to the ruin taking full shape, pale flames extended
from those spots.
All halted.
Each bit of Eonar's being—form, fluids, vitality, spirit—got
held in total standstill.
The influence reached beyond.
The spirit inside the Blade of the End of Times got iced too,
made entirely unable to fight back.
The field of combat grew quiet.
The Royal Guards never averted their sight even once. Wonder and
devotion swelled in their chests as they gazed upward.
The Scarlet King remained solitary, composed and glowing, as the leaders of
two among the five major realms of the Dark Blood Realm dangled frozen next to him like soulless figures.
The clash had previously raged savagely. Though injured, the kings had battled hard—particularly once the Blade of the End of Times took over
Eonar.
However, the instant Cain unleashed his Ancestor Power...
It all concluded.
Cain drew in a long breath. The pale blaze in his Ancestor Eye dimmed,
disappearing entirely.
Afterward, he grabbed hold of both kings and plunged into the Ocean of the Blood
Sun.
The moment he dove under, his frame eased.
And the following instant, a severe gash split open down his limb.
One more formed over his hand.