The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2439 Chasing after the assassin

The assassin's eyes bulged in utter shock.

Though he sought to eliminate his foe, invoking the Dark Blood Kingdom's name should have triggered total surrender. All inhabitants of the Dark Blood Realm recognized its dominance. Heads bowed low, thanks offered for mercy, and fates accepted without question.

In his darkest fantasies, he had never envisioned facing someone so bold as to keep striking after that name rang out.

Not merely persist.

Cain's murderous aura intensified further.

A wave of primal fear burst inside the assassin's spirit. He sensed it plainly—if that follow-up blow connected, death would claim him.

"Damn it!" he bellowed in his mind.

One ring on his finger cracked without delay.

Dark energy burst forth right away, enveloping his form in roaring ebony fires.

"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

As the Blade of the End of Time clashed against the shadowy blaze, a tremendous blast ripped through the heavens.

Cain showed no restraint. He aimed to slice the assassin apart—disable him, shatter his defenses, then pull every secret from his thoughts before the end. That blow unleashed all his might.

That's why astonishment crossed Cain's gaze when the edge couldn't pierce.

The ebony fires endured.

And right after, those fires unleashed a fierce blast of energy that hurled Cain away, propelling him through the air.

Rage and deadly intent blazed in the assassin's stare. He yearned to rip Cain's heart right out.

Yet he wasted no time.

He spun around and bolted.

"Cursed vermin... You've made me trigger my King's Ring."

His features twisted in bitterness and fury. That ring served as a invaluable safeguard for life, cherished over many years.

Yet it got squandered on an assignment meant to be straightforward.

His velocity surged dramatically.

In mere instants, he hit the coastline and abandoned the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

A subtle wave of ease washed over his core.

Safety seemed closer now.

"When I encounter you again," he growled under his breath, "you'll pay back every debt with interest."

A reply came at once.

"Hmph. I'm right here."

The assassin's eyes bulged as he glanced back.

The Scarlet King loomed just behind.

Cain closed in with horrifying velocity. Scorch scars marred his frame, blood speckled his garb, but those wounds heightened his terrifying aura.

Unfaltering, Cain lifted his blade and loosed huge sweeps of pale fire that charged ahead with unstoppable force.

The assassin scrambled to evade right away.

However, the severe gash on his torso sapped his vigor more than he'd admit. Multiple sweeps hit the shroud of ebony fires encasing him.

No immediate harm occurred.

Yet the ebony fires quivered.

Their shielding might diminished a bit.

"What the hell?" the assassin snarled silently. "Intel said his power would fade beyond the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Lacking its essence and life force, he can't sustain such dominance!"

Fury at the spy web boiled in his chest.

Their oversight included the odd skill that had turned his lance's impact before. Now, it showed Cain could tap the sea's power even from afar.

Naturally, Cain offered no clarifications.

He kept up the onslaught.

Every blow hammered the shadowy shroud, gradually wearing down its vigor. Should he shatter it, the assassin would lack

any way to fight back.

Yet breaking it proved no simple task.

The ebony fires' strength was phenomenal—way past the Third Realm's pinnacle. They touched the absolute threshold... maybe

even exceeded it.

Cain ignored every stray thought.

His pace quickened repeatedly as he hammered the attack without mercy, while the assassin poured all focus into fleeing.

The pursuit dragged on.

Across two complete weeks.

They traversed vast landmasses, shredded gigantic environmental

wonders, and smashed through domains ruled by mighty Omen Beasts.

His goal was plain—to exploit the world's perils

to drive a wedge between them.

But Cain demolished all barriers.

No hindrance delayed him.

All the while, terror swelled deeper in the assassin's soul.

The ebony fires' protection had dipped to a dire point.

His state deteriorated steadily. The chest injury wouldn't mend, with pale fires gripping his skin, endlessly

chilling and upsetting his life essence.

Then—

As hopelessness started to grip—

He spotted it.

A colossal urban sprawl emerged in the distance.

It loomed huge.

A genuine megacity, dwarfing Aztorus Kingdom's seat of power.

Hope flooded his veins.

"I am Averus Coldrien, High Lord of the Dark Blood Kingdom!" he

bellowed at full volume. "Grant me the shelter of the

Heartcram Kingdom!"

Cain's gaze turned razor-sharp on the spot.

Memories from the Kalous King revealed Heartcram to him.

One of five mighty realms governing the Dark Blood Realm.

Its might dwarfed Aztorus by far.

And for Cain's misfortune, though Dark Blood Kingdom's title held no sway over him, it weighed heavily on

Heartcram.

The answer arrived without pause.

Three silhouettes ascended from the urban expanse into the air.

All emanated the essence of Alpha-Omega Overgods.

Leading them was a youthful, stunning female.

Her lengthy silver locks trailed in her wake, her Ancestor Eye glowing steadily on her brow. Her aura felt peaceful, kind, and utterly mismatched with the immense force she exuded.

Hostility absent from her face.

Just tranquility.

She moved ahead a touch and addressed in a gentle, crisp tone.

"My friend," she stated, "steady your spirit. We'll settle this through talk."

As soon as her words reached Cain—

The hold on the Blade of the End of Time eased a fraction.