The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2450 Peak Alpha Omega Overgod Speed

Killing intent flared in the Heartcram King's gaze upon catching the disrespectful edge in Cain's voice. It was impossible to miss. For an instant, he yearned to rip the Scarlet King to shreds using nothing but his own hands.

However, Abraham managed to keep his fury in check.

He would have paused before striking, even absent the Dark Blood King's caution. Cain's skills posed too many complications. That ability to turn attacks back on their source, the enigmatic golden lotus shield, and the odd profundity in his energy manipulation all rendered him a foe full of surprises.

Facing such a rival loaded with secret methods—particularly one who had already touched upon the secrets of his own Ancestor Power—demanded careful vigilance.

Revenge could be postponed. Staying alive took priority.

Having fixed Cain with a prolonged, icy, and piercing look, Abraham spun on his heel and departed in silence. The Royal Butlinie accompanying him trailed right after, their forms vanishing into the horizon together with their ruler.

Cain paid them no further mind.

Right now, weightier concerns occupied his thoughts.

"A war will serve my interests," he mused steadily. "Yet it carries immense peril as well."

The Dark Blood King by himself had displayed might exceeding the boundaries of the Third Realm. Since the Seventh and Eighth Realms outstripped the Dark Blood Realm in strength, they surely harbored beings who could harness Fourth Realm power.

The recollection of the Ancestor Domain lingered sharply in his thoughts.

That utter void of pitch-black nothingness... the crushing oppression... the utter sense of powerlessness.

Such might genuinely surpassed the Third Realm.

"I must boost my velocity," Cain assessed. "I have to enhance my command of the Omen of Time. And I need to release the Power of Chaos completely."

His gaze tightened a fraction.

"Should I manage to call forth the Matrix of the Realm, my power would surge tremendously."

With a firm strategy outlined, Cain plunged into the Ocean of the Blood Sun to commence his cultivation.

As soon as he took position, his mind shifted inside, heading to the golden spheres he had formed—each holding souls from the

myriad foes he had defeated.

Initially, doubt had plagued him on whether to channel this asset into bolstering the Chronos Flame or save it as energy for the Soul Sundering Technique.

Yet seeing the Dark Blood King's might made the choice crystal clear.

Even driving the Soul Sundering Technique to its utmost extreme wouldn't suffice against such dominance.

With one mental command, floods of souls erupted from the golden spheres and flooded into the Chronos Flame housed in Cain's soul.

The flame consumed it all.

Each shard.

Each recollection.

Each hint of core.

As the Chronos Flame intensified, Cain's grasp on the

Omen of Time grew deeper in tandem. His insight grew keener, his senses broadened, and his grip on time's currents became smoother.

The rate of absorption stunned.

Yet the volume of souls at his disposal matched it.

After all, Cain had razed the heart cities of the Kalous Kingdom, the Aztorus Kingdom, and the Heartcram Kingdom. The gathered yield was vast.

Simultaneously, flows of purified vitality streamed into the

units forming his cellular makeup, advancing the Savitar Technique and fortifying the base of his bodily swiftness.

Months slipped by in quiet training.

Six months on, the last soul vanished into the flame.

Cain's eyes snapped open.

A peculiar glow lit them, like he could witness time's currents

weaving right in front of him.

The feeling was phenomenal.

His Omen Phantom's progression had cleansed and toughened

his soul, rendering it steadier, tougher, and more attuned to

time's twists.

"Now my pace can accelerate more," he reflected. "And I can blend the Omen of Time's force into my Eternum Flame, heightening its ruinous force."

This step forward brought all-around enhancement—just what he required.

Nor did the gains end there.

He had likewise broken through in the Savitar Technique, elevating his motion to the Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod tier.

A subtle grin formed.

"I've gained at least ten percent more might."

But the grin soon dissolved.

"I crave additional time," he conceded inwardly. "Still, I have to depart to arrive at the Dark Blood Kingdom prior to the War Council."

The notion of the gathering drew a soft exhale from him.

War in itself didn't trouble him. In fact, strife offered the quickest route to his development.

What irked him was receiving directives.

It stemmed not from pride.

Cain could readily obey commands from a figure he esteemed—

such as the Demon King from the Crimson World.

But circumstances here diverged.

Adversaries already lurked for him in the Dark Blood Kingdom. The entrenched authorities would no doubt see him as a danger. A fresh arrival who ascended rapidly, amassed excessive power, and drew excessive notice was bound to face suppression.

They would seek to sideline him.

Trap him.

Thrust him into dire straits.

After a pause, Cain gave a slow head shake.

A composed, unwavering look settled over his features.

"No use fretting over issues not yet arisen,"

he resolved. "I'll press on—and handle what arises."

Mind at ease, the Scarlet King emerged from the Ocean of the

Blood Sun.

Satan, Hades, and Morningstar stood ready close by.

The Dark Blood King had instructed him to muster his troops.

These three belonged to him.

Though sparse in count, the Royal Guards had drilled without cease through the prior year. Their strength had swelled notably.

Excellence outweighed numbers.

Cain mounted Satan's head and assumed a cross-legged stance

as the colossal form ascended heavenward.

The trip demanded duration.

Training en route wouldn't bring huge leaps, but the hours wouldn't go idle.

Cain directed his focus inside, to his Ancestor Drop.

He started probing his Ancestor Power more thoroughly, striving

to hone its makeup and craft Ancestor Arts.

The Eternum Flame held great potency.

The Stasis Force Field proved useful.

Yet they fell short. Not for the trials ahead.

To endure the realm-spanning war—

Those abilities needed to advance.