The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2457 Treasures from a Half-Step Fourth Realm organization

Cain positioned himself on the summit of his fortress, wearing a grave look while his thoughts churned ceaselessly over his upcoming strategy.

"The fragment's whereabouts are known to me," he pondered, gaze locked on the far-off skyline. "Yet I'm unable to move freely as desired. Even should I opt to trade it for military merits, explaining its discovery would endanger me without a doubt."

Cain had zero intention of disclosing his knack for detecting additional fragments via the Power of Chaos. That secret could merely summon peril. In the direst outcome, the Dark Blood Kingdom might regard him solely as an instrument—his thoughts confined, liberty revoked, life diminished to a mere device employed at their whim.

Following a few minutes of quiet reflection, an idea started shaping in

his thoughts.

With a deliberate, calm inhalation, Cain lowered himself to the ground in a meditation stance.

Before long, he concentrated on the link created by the Power of Chaos—the identical pathway enabling him to extract life force and vigor from the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Yet now, rather than extracting, he contributed.

Minuscule specks of his spirit and lineage core streamed via the connection, journeying over the unseen tie.

The procedure dragged on and drained him heavily. Almost an hour elapsed until the Ocean of the Blood Sun's surface started to ripple.

Eventually, a shape surfaced.

It consisted of a featureless human-like entity crafted wholly from thickened blood. On initial view, it seemed basic, somewhat rough, yet the energy it emitted

was far from commonplace. Its might could effortlessly overpower Peak ArchDeities, and crucially, its essence was discreet enough to slip past the detection of Alpha-Omega Overgods.

The Blood Avatar raised its head and oriented itself toward the remote spot where Cain had detected the fragment.

In the following moment, its form melted into a scarlet vapor that ascended into the air, blending with the clouds. It advanced openly—yet utterly concealed from any sky-watchers.

Within the fortress once more, Cain gradually unveiled his eyes.

His complexion had turned ashen, and profound weariness burdened his form and essence. Nevertheless, a subtle grin formed.

"While I advance with the primary forces, the Blood Avatar shall fetch the fragment," he mused. "I'll track the troops' progress and ensure the paths diverge completely."

Cain gave a minor nod, content with this approach.

Yet his stare intensified shortly after.

"Regarding the fragments' fate... The Blood Avatar could stash them in zones my troops will scour afterward. That eliminates doubt upon their 'finding.' Alternatively, I might..."

A perilous gleam sparked in his gaze.

He contemplated retaining the Sacred Treasure fragments personally.

Though the allure of ascending to a Sacred King of Chaos and Order proved irresistible, Cain remained unswayed by greed. Such immense authority always demanded a toll—particularly from an primordial entity potent enough to eradicate a whole

cosmos.

Even more vital, his core aim was reentering the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. Achieving it swiftly was paramount.

"Once acquired, I'll determine their use," Cain resolved. "Initially, I must gauge the true potency these fragments bestow."

That issue resolved, he shifted focus to bolstering his own might.

"Lacking the military merits for the Dark Blood Kingdom's elite artifacts or methods, abundant resources remain to elevate my power."

Wasting no moments, Cain called for Samira. He passed her a dimensional band brimming with the extensive spoils captured from the Kalos and Aztorus Kingdoms.

Samira took the band and promptly set off to the Dark Blood Kingdom's trade repository.

Under ten minutes afterward, Cain's gaze intensified as he inspected his Dark Blood Ring. A massive volume of Omen Cores had been

added to his balance.

He might have extracted them to harness their potency for refining his cultivation. But with the Ocean of the Blood Sun providing endless supply, energy surplus was his reality.

Rather, he opted to exchange the cores for targeted artifacts.

Twenty minutes on, Samira came back, bearing a shadowy dimensional band,

which she offered deferentially.

As Cain delved into its holdings, thrill lit up

his eyes.

"These acquisitions rely solely on Omen Cores and my Duke status—no military merits needed," he reflected. "Their caliber remains exceptional. The Dark Blood Kingdom indeed ranks as a Half-Step Fourth Realm power."

Drawing a profound breath, Cain started reviewing his acquisitions.

The initial piece was a duo of odd, azure plasma appendages.

Upon concentrating on them, the appendages disintegrated into energy flows that integrated with his rear. Right away, the Omen of Time's force coursed through him.

"Wings of Time," Cain whispered. "A plain title for a phenomenal

artifact."

He experimented with his motion briefly and sensed the shift at once.

"Speed enhanced further."

His grin broadened as he proceeded to the next—a compact

ruby sphere.

After probing it, Cain applied the sphere to his torso. It submerged into his skin, traversing tissue and skeleton to his core organ. There, it fragmented into nine tinier globes that commenced circling

it.

Instantly, Cain's lineage presence exploded.

The artifact bore the name Nine Bloodline Moons. Post-implantation,

the main nucleus segmented into minor orbs that would steadily amplify the caliber, volume, and promise of his Ancestor Drop.

Certainly, pursuing Royal Blutlinie aggressively yielded quicker gains. Yet this offered passive uplift, ideal for sustained growth amid the absence of major conflicts.

Lastly, the final piece tailored for him materialized from the band.

It formed a complete suit of protective gear.

Considerable time had passed since Cain last pursued armor intentionally.

Typically, his physique proved robust enough that added shielding brought scant advantage.

But this instance varied.

Null Eternum permitted brief invincibility by deferring harm to later—but that harm would strike eventually, potentially catastrophic.

Should armor lessen that postponed injury, his endurance would soar markedly.

The gear was wrought from obsidian-resembling alloy, its shadowy exterior

subtly shimmering with intense crimson glow.

It held no unique powers, no intricate outcomes.

Merely unmatched resilience. Precisely what Cain required.