The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2446 Facing the Fourth Realm (II)

Fists tightened in the hands of the Scarlet King and the Heartcram King when a fresh silhouette emerged high in the heavens over their heads.

The arrival floated down in utter silence, like he'd been part of the scene forever and the world was finally catching up to notice him.

This individual appeared around thirty years old at first glance. His physique had been sculpted to flawless precision—each muscle in harmony, every contour polished, blending raw might with impeccable restraint. Across his exposed torso, elaborate rune designs throbbed subtly under the surface, every mark emitting an intensely pristine bloodline energy. His left eye and right eye stared out pitch black, empty of any gleam.

Yet on his brow, the Ancestor Eye blazed with an intensity that pressed a heavy burden down on the spirits of both Cain and Abraham.

In that short span, not a word passed between them.

Rather, the Scarlet King and the Heartcram King shared a wordless look.

No clue existed for them about the timing of the man's entrance.

Even more alarming, his presence had registered only because he'd decided to unleash his aura.

Had he preferred to sneak in quietly... had he opted to ambush from hiding...

Either king would have endured devastating wounds—or something far graver.

A subtle grin formed on the stranger's lips while he watched their responses.

"Please," he uttered steadily. "Carry on with your talk. It's refreshing to witness Royal Blutlinie who can opt for peaceful talks now and then—particularly amid unclear triumphs."

Cain and Abraham made no move to restart their discussion.

First things first, figuring out this extra interloper took priority.

A quick glow lit the Heartcram King's eyes as he directed his senses toward the figure.

His face changed right after.

"You are... the King of the Dark Blood Kingdom."

The stranger's grin grew a touch broader.

"That's right," he answered, dipping his head. "I'm astonished that folks in this world still recall my features after all this time."

Cain's gaze sharpened at once while he swore inwardly. "Damn it."

An assassin from the Dark Blood Kingdom had targeted him before. And now, rather than using proxies, the sovereign himself had shown up. The timing couldn't have been more disastrous.

Negotiations with the Heartcram King had only just kicked off, yet here stood a being whose presence radiated even greater peril.

Thoughts raced through Abraham's eyes with sharp intent. He advanced without delay and offered a formal incline.

"I offer my humble respects," he stated. "Kindly ignore my involvement. Should you seek dealings with the Scarlet King, I'll step aside without issue."

He halted briefly, and a chilling, deadly spark ignited in the depths of his stare.

"And should there be any way I might help... just say the word." Cain's features grew stormy.

Prior to this, the Heartcram King had considered talks viable since victory over Cain might cost him dearly.

However, a partnership with the Dark Blood King...

A slight furrow creased the Dark Blood King's brow, his voice laced with mild irritation.

"I apologize for that. He was instructed to pass along a message, and strike solely if you displayed aggression."

True shock hit Cain.

Though the regret didn't ease his wariness—it hinted that the Dark Blood Kingdom hadn't planned to view him as a foe from the start.

This sparked a bigger inquiry.

If that's how it stood...

So what brought the Dark Blood King here in person?

The identical wonder flitted through Abraham's thoughts.

Luckily, clarity arrived swiftly.

"With this mix-up resolved," the Dark Blood King

went on, "we can move to the true purpose."

A soft grin touched his features.

"My visit aims to evaluate your strength."

His look shifted to Abraham.

"At first, it was meant as a solo assessment. Yet with both of

you here..."

The grin expanded a bit more.

"I'll assess you together."

For a fleeting second, his demeanor remained composed.

Next, his gaze iced over.

An iciness so profound that Cain and Abraham both sensed chills racing up their backs.

"Give it everything you've got," he murmured softly.

"Should you prove too feeble..."

The atmosphere turned rigid.

"I'll end your lives."

Instinctively, the pair gulped.

The weight bore down completely.

It was like unseen edges hovered at their necks.

Doubt held no place in their heads.

Should the Dark Blood King deem them lacking, he'd wipe

them out without a second thought.

Regarding the motive for this "test"—

No chance remained to inquire.

The era of dialogue had ended.

A quick exchange passed between the Scarlet King and the Heartcram King.

On this occasion, no enmity lingered between them.

Just a quiet consensus.

Auras burst forth from them in unison.

Their Ancestor Drops flared up, unleashing dreadful surges of bloodline

force while the heavens grew dim and the sea churned wildly under their

joint might.

Time warped in Cain's vicinity.

A crushing sea force rose from Abraham.

And right then—

The two kings surged ahead.

Their energy barriers merged as they struck from opposing angles in flawless unity.