The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2437 Royal Blutlinie assassin

As soon as the white flame sphere hit the ground, it exploded. An invisible ripple surged out in all directions.

The city's defensive arrays and guarding seals were all nullified in an instant. They didn't break or crumble—there was just no fight remaining in them. Quietus power didn't annihilate.

It halted everything.

No blast occurred. No cries rang out. No obvious destruction appeared.

All Blutlinie—along with every other thing in the city—were immobilized. Forms stopped in mid-motion. Blades floated still in the atmosphere. Dust particles and floating sparks hung in total immobility. Escape eluded everyone.

Anyone with the strength to evade the spreading white flames had already joined the fight on the battlefield over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Cain's gaze stayed serene while he floated over the hushed city.

He had just sealed the doom of a whole populace.

Mercy had never defined him, yet boundaries existed—particularly for ordinary folks and the young. Luckily, the Blutlinie race fell outside such qualms.

None among them existed without slaying and feasting on others at every chance. Their breeding differed vastly from humanity's. Their pregnancies mimicked the savage ways of apex hunters. Offspring emerged fully developed, with many consuming their littermates inside the womb, shark-like.

Innocence held no place here.

With the Quietus Force locking down the whole city, Cain unleashed his soul energy.

Strands of awareness extended out, connecting to each frozen Blutlinie. Gradually, he pulled them into his spatial

artifacts.

The operation proceeded swiftly and systematically.

In mere moments, hundreds of millions of Blutlinie filled his collection.

Naturally, refining every one of their Ancestor Drops would yield a total worth scarcely matching a lone Royal Blutlinie at the Alpha-Omega Overgod stage.

Still, numbers held importance.

Each sliver of strength would fuel his advancement.

Upon completion, Cain shifted his sight to the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Yet rather than heading back right away, he veered off course.

The Kalous Kingdom's capital became his target.

Tension gripped the air in the Kalous capital.

Unlike Aztorus's oblivious quiet before its downfall, the Blutlinie in this place grasped the peril. Their realm had plunged into a critical conflict with a foe surpassing their might.

Should the Aztorus Kingdom crumble, theirs would follow suit.

Even amid this strain, their essence stayed unaltered.

Slaughter persisted among the Blutlinie, as they slain and consumed each other to boost their prowess. The stress, in truth, intensified the carnage. Fighters clashed with frenzy, seeking sufficient might to flee should calamity descend.

Cain offered no special treatment.

His methods remained equally unforgiving.

He slipped into the royal palace, found the Sacred Vault belonging to the Kalous Royal Family, and emptied it of all treasures.

Next, he lifted his hand once more.

Another orb of white fire dropped like a moon.

Silence enveloped the city.

Existence stilled.

And in short order, Cain gathered up the full populace.

A broad grin spread across the Scarlet King's features as he evaluated his haul.

"After refining the Ancestor Drops from everyone I've seized," he mused, "I ought to drive my cultivation near the peak of the Early

Alpha-Omega Overgod."

His hands balled into fists while thrill coursed through his veins.

By his estimates, attaining at least the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod realm offered his only slim shot at navigating against the current in the Flow.

Each step forward counted.

Moreover, the advantages extended further.

"Their souls will let me advance swiftly in the Omen of Time,

and their vital essence will prove perfect for training the Savitar

Technique."

Content with his progress, Cain didn't delay.

He pivoted and soared toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun, his form

cutting through the heavens like a meteor.

Arrival came swiftly for the Scarlet King.

He halted far overhead the expansive red sea and peered below.

A grin lit his face.

Sea dwellers kept rising from the bloody waves, pursuing

Omen Beasts and hauling their remains down into the abyss. The

whole system was evolving, becoming more potent and streamlined.

No constructed bastion could rival the Ocean of the Blood Sun's utility.

It served as a fortress that expanded alongside him.

Cain lingered in the air, stance at ease, pondering his vast progress over the brief years since entering Paradise.

Suddenly—

"ZNNN!"

Out of nowhere, a lance stabbed through his spine and protruded from

his torso.

The assailant loomed at his rear—a Royal Blutlinie fighter bearing a broad, cruel smirk. Golden fire blazed over his form.

Those flames' might chilled the soul.

As they flared up, nearby atmosphere combusted, and the

heavens over the Ocean of the Blood Sun appeared aflame.

Such a feat showcased immense prowess.

But the assailant's smirk turned rigid.

The body he'd impaled started to dissolve.

It proved merely a lingering image.

"How!?" His eyes widened in disbelief.

Comprehension had no moment.

Right then, a figure with crimson eyes materialized at his back.

Cain unleashed the Blade of the End of Times at maximum force.

A rush of white fire surged forth, swallowing the Royal Blutlinie warrior and hurling him through the air akin to a fiery meteor.

Cain's face held icy resolve laced with murderous aura.

From the instant he'd reached the Ocean of the Blood Sun, an ill foreboding had prickled his senses. Still, the foe had hidden flawlessly.

Failing to pinpoint him outright, Cain opted to lure him by feigning vulnerability.

In the crucial second, he deployed Quietus Power to craft a static

duplicate of himself.

The scheme succeeded.

Though peril had shadowed it.

A single beat slower in response, and that lance could have genuinely breached his flesh.

"BOOM!"

A blast resounded over the crimson sea.

The Royal Blutlinie killer shattered out of the white blaze, golden

fire exploding about him to purge the Quietus Force infiltrating his frame.