The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2449 War in Paradise

Naturally, death held no finality for Cain.

"In the direst situation," he mused with composure, "I'll dispatch my Primordial Essence into the Flow. Sacrificing this Royal Blutlinie form would inflict severe damage and delay my progress by years-maybe decades-yet it beats dying... or facing enslavement."

His gaze intensified.

Within those eyes, unwavering focus and resolve blazed fiercely as he braced for the unknown ahead.

Once more, the Dark Blood King found himself astonished.

Abraham kept his head bowed low, his stance rigid and wary, poised to yield if required. Yet Cain's stare stayed resolute and defiant. No trace of dread appeared there-just pure determination.

For a few moments, the Dark Blood King examined him closely.

Afterward, his body eased.

A broad grin stretched over his features.

"Excellent," he declared. "You've demonstrated your worth. I hereby formally appoint you both as Generals in the Dark Blood Realm."

"Generals?"

A slight furrow creased Cain's brow. The term had come up before, but its significance still eluded him. Regardless, the Dark Blood King's eased manner indicated that his demise wasn't the pressing agenda anymore.

That fact brought some solace.

Noticing their puzzled looks, the Dark Blood King pressed on.

"Are you familiar with the whispers about the contest I'm arranging?"

Abraham nodded at once.

"Indeed, Dark Blood King. From what my spies have gathered, the Dark Blood Kingdom is gearing up for a massive tournament featuring the Ninth Realm's mightiest fighters. The victor supposedly gains a cultivation method that propels them to the Fourth Realm."

He halted for a second, selecting his words deliberately.

"I've been gearing up for it too. Honestly, I figured the prize was overhyped. But seeing your prowess... I'm convinced the Dark Blood Kingdom holds that kind of secret art."

Surprise hit Cain.

Across all the minds he'd probed, nothing like this had surfaced.

"The Aztorus King might have known," Cain pondered. "Still, those recollections were part of the shards I couldn't reclaim."

The Dark Blood King gave a nod.

"Correct. Such tales did spread. I'm aware-since I started them myself."

Shock rippled through Cain and Abraham alike.

Their bewilderment grew thicker.

Luckily, the Dark Blood King didn't prolong the mystery.

"Truth be told," he stated evenly, "the event was pure invention. A complete ruse."

He linked his hands at his back.

"I required the realm's elite to hone their skills while I finalized my plans. Why I seek powerhouses... and generals... is straightforward."

His eyes narrowed keenly.

"We're heading into war."

The declaration boomed like a thunderclap.

Cain and Abraham's eyes bulged wide.

In the Ninth Realm, none dared oppose the Dark Blood King. A war decree from him signaled a clash beyond most imaginations.

A realm-spanning war.

The Dark Blood King acknowledged their shock.

"Inter-realm wars are exceedingly uncommon," he went on. "Traveling between realms in Paradise proves immensely challenging. Even at Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod level, it's a formidable task."

His voice grew icier then.

"Our Ninth Realm will launch all-out war on the Eighth and Seventh Realms."

He stopped briefly.

"Assuming my estimates hold, over seventy percent of the Royal Blutlinie will perish."

The statement fell lightly, like idle chit-chat about the skies.

But its weight was terrifying.

With the realm's top forces facing just a thirty percent survival rate, the impending strife promised utter devastation.

"I'll share more at the First War Council," the Dark Blood King added. "It's set for nine and a half months from now, right in the Dark Blood Kingdom's heart."

His look shifted from one to the other.

"You and your troops must show up. Haul in all your riches. The royal treasuries will unlock, granting access to treasures otherwise out of grasp."

Suddenly, his face grew stern.

"Starting immediately, no Overgod faction clashes inside the Ninth Realm. Anyone sparking fights or civil strife faces immediate death."

The decree rang with finality.

Saying nothing more, the Dark Blood King pivoted-and disappeared.

He skipped asking if they'd join the council.

He skipped any comforting words.

He skipped bargaining.

He was certain they'd appear.

For refusal meant their end.

A torrent of ideas swirled in Cain's head as he absorbed the recent events.

He didn't relish orders from above.

Yet war...

War changed everything.

To a being like him-one who flourished amid killing, growth, and devouring-it presented a golden prospect.

"This battle could serve as the ideal spark," he reflected. "A way to advance my Primordial Essence further."

As the idea took root, he caught Abraham eyeing him.

The Heartcram King's face held wariness, though his gaze pierced sharply.

"With just us here now," Abraham uttered deliberately, "let's pick up where we left off on settling the debt for those Royal Blutlinie you slew."

Earlier, Cain might have consented.

Trading some loot to sidestep a clash with an opponent's full might unknown would have made sense.

But things had shifted...

"Hmph," Cain replied icily. "Are you seriously aiming to ignite trouble?"

Abraham's eyes flared at the charge. On reflex, he shot a look toward the spot the Dark Blood King had vanished from.

The ban on inner turmoil lingered vividly.

Gritting his teeth and curbing his annoyance, Abraham replied with caution.

"We had already-"

"I committed to zilch," Cain cut in bluntly.

Doubt didn't color his words.

He planned to yield not one bit of his spoils.

This stemmed not just from Abraham's inability to strike without courting death.

It also arose because, at the Dark Blood King's arrival before, Abraham had swiftly sided against him. The Scarlet King's essence stayed straightforward.

Offer honor and friendliness, and he'd mirror it.

Display scheming, aggression, or veiled spite- And death awaited you.