The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2460 I got you

The revelation of spies from superior realms infiltrating the Dark Blood Realm held profound consequences.

Firstly, it indicated that formidable foes were already traversing this domain. Individuals who had ventured across boundaries in pursuit of the Sacred Treasure were no mere mortals. They must at least hold power at the King Level or near it.

Such beings could threaten Cain's existence if they ambushed him, and they might slay his Royal Guards in open combat.

That was merely the start.

Since they hunted beyond their native domains, it was likely they had already collected nearly all—or possibly every—fragment existing in their original realms.

A single piece posed little issue, yet combining multiple ones could bestow tremendous might upon the possessor, or so the Dark Blood King had informed Cain and his companions.

Matters turned gravely serious when Cain grasped an even more disturbing fact.

The Royal Bloodline spy soared in the precise path of his Blood Avatar.

"A coincidence?"

Cain swiftly gave an order. The Blood Avatar swerved abruptly leftward, surging to top velocity as he maintained focus on the spy's location.

His worry proved true in no time.

The spy altered his path accordingly.

"He senses the fragment!"

A heavy emotion stirred in the Scarlet King's chest.

"Yet another wielder of the Power of Chaos?"

Through the sight he had, Cain noticed no special aura around the fellow. However, range might warp senses. True confirmation required close inspection.

Cain's face darkened as he weighed his choices.

He might alert others to the spy's whereabouts—but explaining his knowledge would expose his skill in detecting fragments.

Still, inaction wasn't viable.

The spy dashed at incredible pace, his course fixed on the fragments borne by the Blood Avatar. Sooner or later, he would overtake and claim them.

Cain's thoughts raced as he hunted for an answer.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened.

Inspiration struck his mind, accompanied by a scheming spark. A scheme formed—perilous and uncertain, yet brimming with vast promise.

Peril had never halted the Scarlet King. A broad, brilliant grin lit his features as he chose his path. He directed a signal to the Blood Avatar. The entity promptly shone brightly, its form blazing from inside as it consumed its own core. This offering boosted its velocity beyond previous limits. Then it veered northwest and raced ahead like a bolt of crimson lightning.

Following that, Cain steadily pursued the task given by General Fausto, acting as if all was normal.

Alongside the Royal Guard, he conquered yet another hazardous sector. The zone got fully purged, and the terrain was probed to confirm no fragments lingered.

Yet rather than pressing ahead right away, a restless look crossed the Scarlet King's countenance—one that Samira and the squadron members plainly saw.

"This pace is too sluggish," Cain stated icily.

He shot a piercing look at Morningstar and Hades.

"You pair will lead half the squadron to the assigned spots. Satan and I shall command the remainder and head for the perilous sectors in the contrary direction."

The Royal Guards assented without delay.

Under usual circumstances, the Blutlinie fighters would protest. Their role involved watching the events and guarding Cain, so dividing the group would hinder supervision. Though direct defiance of Cain was impossible, they might suggest routing the command officially and gaining General Fausto's sanction first.

Such a suggestion was fair—and Cain lacked any valid grounds to deny it.

Nevertheless, subtle hints of crimson glow danced in the depths of the eyes of those Blutlinie warriors who pondered voicing it.

The Power of Chaos quietly warped their minds, easing their hesitations and blunting their wariness.

Ultimately, no one uttered a word.

They merely followed orders.

A faint grin touched Cain's lips as he felt the influence. With no more holdup, he split the troops and guided his portion onward.

Distant from Cain's spot, a Royal Blutlinie hurtled through the heavens at remarkable velocity, his aura deftly masked.

The individual boasted striking good looks, with a slender but robust frame. A profound violet radiance gleamed in both eyes.

He served as the spy, and a deep scowl marked his forehead.

He failed to grasp why the fragment's route had shifted so abruptly. Even more startling was its newfound greater speed.

"Has a native of this realm already claimed it?" he pondered.

After brief reflection, he dismissed the idea.

"If so, they'd carry it toward the Dark Blood Kingdom's heart. This path leads elsewhere."

"A trap?" The notion arose in his thoughts. Working as an operative in enemy lands demanded expecting the direst scenarios.

But that didn't deter him.

Resolve steeled his gaze as he boosted his pace, releasing his utmost swiftness. Concealing his presence grew tougher, yet any hesitation risked forfeiting the fragment forever.

Days slipped by in the chase.

At last, the spy's vision focused keenly.

He had located it.

Ahead, the fragments appeared—encased in an odd blood-formed humanoid shape.

The view was peculiar, yet he wasted no moment.

The spy reached out his palm and gripped tightly.

In that instant, the Blood Avatar halted abruptly.

As though an unseen deity's hold had ensnared it. The force pinned the avatar motionless, stripping all capacity for motion.

"I have you," the spy remarked with a pleased smirk.

But the smirk vanished right after.

For a steady voice echoed from right behind him.

"And I have you."