The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2451 The Dark Blood Kingdom

With astonishing velocity, Satan streaked through the heavens of the Dark Blood Realm, resembling a fiery shooting star. The presence emanating from the Scarlet King, merged with the auras of the three Royal Guards, proved sufficient to deter any Omen Beast or stray Blutlinie from

nearing their route.

Still, the realm's inhabitants weren't their sole worry.

The Dark Blood Realm gained notoriety for its savage environmental upheavals—sudden forces that struck without notice and couldn't always be evaded.

Certain areas got engulfed by scarlet sand tempests howling with force capable of stripping flesh from Archdeities. Other spots brimmed with warped illusions strong enough to ensnare the minds of lesser Alpha-Omega Overgods, confining their spirits in perpetual deceptions.

Regions existed where gravitational pulls warped erratically, streams of solidified energy scorched like molten flames, and tempests of Omen shards could demolish mental barriers.

For a powerhouse like Cain, the traversal remained anything but easy.

Nevertheless, Satan pressed on through it all, advancing without pause.

Following two months of nonstop journeying, the party at last arrived at the core of the Dark Blood Realm.

Cain gradually parted his eyelids, halting his cultivation to survey his surroundings.

For the initial time on this voyage, true wonder surfaced on his features.

Energy saturation in this area hit staggering levels. The Omens stood out crisper, keener, and much more vibrant. Each inhalation carried a burdensome weight

of might, as though the atmosphere bore the weight of myriad cultivators.

"The best place for the strongest," Cain whispered to himself.

A subtle grin formed on his lips while his eyes turned to the distant skyline.

Despite being several days distant, the outer barriers of the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital already loomed in his sight.

Labeling them colossal would fall short of the truth.

These barriers ascended from the ground akin to a chain of peaks, climbing skyward until they blended with the heavens above. Enormous rune inscriptions and primordial arrays throbbed along their facade, emitting a force so formidable that even mighty Alpha-Omega Overgods would get ripped to shreds attempting a brute entry.

Satan kept surging ahead.

As they drew nearer, finer particulars emerged.

Myriad settlements encircled the capital, creating expansive bands of urban sprawl. Naturally, "small" applied only in comparison—each settlement sheltered millions of Blutlinie, all thriving beneath the safeguard and sway of the Dark Blood Kingdom.

Cain's gaze intensified.

"So this is what someone with Fourth Realm power can build."

The kingdom posed grave perils—immensely perilous ones.

Yet it brimmed with prospects as well.

Inside these barriers, the insights and assets he required to surpass the Third Realm's boundaries might await.

And that strength...

Such strength proved vital for his ultimate aim.

Years later, the peril of the World of the Root lingered sharply in Cain's recollections. The hazards that assailed his origins persisted unchanged.

To safeguard what he cherished, growth in power became imperative

for him.

And swift progress at that.

Four primary entrances marked the colossal barrier encircling the capital. Cain directed Satan to the southern entrance.

Upon nearing, he sensed it immediately.

Innumerable gazes locked onto him.

The rune setups activated, their might targeting his essence,

poised to release catastrophic strikes if provoked.

Moments afterward, it all powered down.

The enormous portals swung apart.

Such motion drew immediate notice.

From nearby settlements, myriad Blutlinie stared at the

capital in wonder and intrigue. Typically, arrivals and departures relied on teleport arrays. Portals reserved for unveiling only the most eminent and potent figures.

Every gaze now centered on the Scarlet King.

Cain's eyes narrowed a touch.

Extravagant spectacles held little appeal for him, yet clearly the Dark Blood King aimed to thrust him into prominence.

Even so, he brushed it aside promptly.

His focus turned to the youthful Royal Blutlinie female drawing near

with a courteous grin.

She halted a few paces off and inclined her head low.

"Scarlet General, I am Samira," she stated. "I have been assigned as your

personal assistant by the Dark Blood King."

Cain appraised her in a quick scan.

A Peak Archdeity.

"Using someone of this level as an assistant... how flattering."

On the surface, he offered a smile.

Deep down, he grasped the true intent. This went beyond mere aid—this served as oversight. A watchful observer to track his every step.

Yet refusal served no purpose.

He merely inclined his head.

"The War Council will convene in a few days," Cain stated evenly. "I assume there is a residence prepared for me as I wait."

Samira affirmed with a swift nod.

"Yes. As a General of the Dark Blood Kingdom, you have also been

granted the title of Duke. A castle within the capital has been assigned to you and your forces."

During her words, her eyes drifted to Satan, Hades, and Morningstar.

A tangled look crossed her countenance.

"I was informed that you would be bringing your army with you."

Cain affirmed.

"I did. This is my army."

Samira's look grew more intricate.

These three qualified as Alpha-Omega Overgods, yet none bore Royal Blutlinie blood. And regardless, three figures scarcely formed an army.

The Heartcram King had entered days prior alongside ten Alpha-Omega

Overgods plus tens of thousands of Archdeities and Primary Deities.

However, challenging a General's choices fell outside her duty.

She inclined her head once more.

"Please follow me."

She guided them across the capital to a sprawling manor.

The edifice sprawled hugely, boasting broad gardens, drill fields, protective arrays, and various living quarters. It resembled less a fortress and more a miniature metropolis.

"This is your Dukedom," Samira declared.

Cain acknowledged and stepped inside.

From one look, the Royal Guards knew their tasks. They scattered at once to examine various estate sections, isolating Cain and Samira as they headed to the primary dwelling.

"Accompany me," Cain instructed evenly.

He proceeded without delay to the chief sleeping chamber.

Samira felt a mild shock. Cain didn't strike her as one to proceed so boldly—but she trailed without objection.

For Blutlinie, prowess and heritage defined all. Siring offspring with a formidable Royal Blutlinie ranked as a privilege and a boon.

She mentally braced as they stepped within.

Yet once the portals sealed—

Illumination faded away.

Shadow surged into the space, devouring all.

Samira stiffened.

Gradually then, a pair of vivid crimson orbs materialized in the emptiness overhead.