The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2465 Tricking the Dark Blood Kingdom (I)

Cain started delving into Aerion's soul, hunting for the core principles that drove the Power of Karma.

In typical circumstances, this kind of search would yield nothing useful. Even should Cain secure a full and intricate grasp of Aerion's karma powers, such insight would remain worthless on its own. Absent Aerion's Ancestor Drop, replicating that power proved impossible.

It resembled grasping the full theory of flames without any oxygen, or attaining flawless sword mastery while clutching just a bow.

Should Cain ingest that drop, it would merely bolster his personal bloodline, not bestow the distinct traits of someone else's.

Nevertheless... miracles could still occur.

"The odds of pulling this off are slim," Cain whispered to himself. "Yet attempting it costs me nothing."

Showing no pity or delay, he proceeded to pull out the pieces of Aerion's soul holding the core of his Ancestral Power. These pieces got gently isolated and pulled closer to Cain's spiritual center.

The harm escalated swiftly.

Fissures extended further across Aerion's soul framework, and the Quietus Force's steadying effect started to quiver from the pressure. Evidently, maintaining this rate would soon shatter the soul beyond repair.

Luckily, Cain had seized the essentials he sought—the foundational concepts and rules shaping Aerion's ancestral gift. Choosing caution over rashness, he halted his efforts.

Next, he directed his focus toward the enormous store of details

concerning the Soul Eternal Realm. Army organizations, inner rankings, strength levels, hidden procedures—Cain took them in steadily.

Once he collected enough, he pulled back his awareness, granting Aerion's soul a short respite.

That was when Cain at last eyed the Dark Blood Ring.

He dispatched a thread of his mind into its depths.

"Scarlet King!"

As soon as the link formed, a raging shout burst through the mental channel. The command and fury in it clearly marked its source.

The Dark Blood King.

His tone pressed on, icy and unforgiving.

"Shirking your obligations and deserting your role as a General in the Dark Blood Kingdom counts as a severe offense. Head to the capital without delay, or face branding as a deserter."

The link severed.

No extra warnings followed. No bids for reason. No more details.

The directive stayed straightforward.

Come back to the capital and submit to trial for defying General Fausto's commands.

Or resist—and get pursued like prey.

The Dark Blood King remained a force Cain couldn't challenge head-on. Provoking his ire posed grave risks... perhaps even death.

But rather than dread, a wave of exhilaration surged in Cain's chest.

All events were progressing precisely as he had schemed.

He let the rush build briefly before quelling it. His features stiffened, his stare growing grave and steady—the look of one prepared to atone for his transgressions.

Wasting no time, Cain launched skyward.

His form turned into a blaze of red as he streaked toward the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital, resembling a plummeting comet.

He called upon no Royal Guard. He journeyed solo.

This choice stemmed not from worry over their safety.

Paradoxically, for all their savagery and thirst for blood, the Blutlinie folk seldom attacked the kin or followers of foes. Such restraint arose not from virtue or ethics. It simply struck them as wasteful.

Blood ties held scant value among the Blutlinie.

Siblings slew siblings. Offspring overthrew sires. Vast

empires rose from waves of kin-slaying.

Emotional ties ranked as flaws their race had mostly shed long ago.

The true motive for Cain's solitary trip was far more basic.

Swiftness.

The hidden cavern below ground lay close to the capital. In under six hours, Cain breached the perimeter barriers and

slipped into the metropolis.

Upon entry, he sensed it right away.

Mighty stares fixed on him from various angles.

"They've all been expecting my arrival," Cain mused inwardly.

On the surface, his face stayed composed and grave. Within, though, the excitement only heightened.

He sped onward to the enormous fortress in the city's core

and strode in promptly, making directly for the grand chamber where

the War Council had convened before.

Now, they stood ready.

There awaited the Dark Blood King, General Fausto, General Averus, the Heartcram King, and the Evernight Queen.

As Cain crossed the threshold, a crushing presence swept the room.

The Dark Blood King's aura bore down like an infinite void. Reality twisted. Moments dragged, as though Cain got dragged into a whirlpool where being could just fade away.

Cain's brow creased faintly under the assault on his form and

spirit.

Yet his vision stayed keen.

No terror showed there.

The Dark Blood King's eyes tightened at the sight.

Soon, the suffocating force withdrew, but the fury in his words still erupted.

"In the battles and intrigues ahead, this kingdom will drown in

warfare, strife, and schemes. All Generals serving me must grasp the duties tied to their might and rank."

His stare pinned Cain.

"Disregard for commands and fractures in the hierarchy mark not just the worthless. They spell dangers. And I permit no dangers in

my domain."

Upon concluding, General Fausto advanced.

"Your prowess stands beyond doubt," the serpentine Royal Blutlinie stated evenly. "Yet might by itself falls short. We require leaders who obey directives, who collaborate, and who bolster our troops' cohesion."

His look sharpened.

"You fail as such a leader."

He held for a beat before resuming in a chillier voice.

"Currently, the wisest step involves stripping you of all you hold—your rank, your assets, your station, your essence—and handing them to another. That one might lack your strength, but he'll battle within the ranks, not against them."

Cain scanned the assembly.

General Averus displayed zero response, his demeanor remote and detached, as if Cain's outcome meant nothing to him. The Heartcram King, though, made no effort to conceal his glee.

A subtle grin played on his lips.

Regarding the Evernight Queen, she seemed weary, her eyes wandering, plainly detached from any ruling to come. Cain might have voiced his thoughts.

He could have debated, justified his deeds, or sought to sway

the outcome through cunning speech and intricate plots.

Instead, he merely lifted his arm.

With a surge of energy, the air warped nearby. And Aerion's corpse materialized before the gathered group.