Epic of Caterpillar Chapter 2913 - 2914: The Invasion Of The Chaos Kings
Previously on Epic of Caterpillar...
Kireina scanned the Yomi firmament, observing how the clouds churned with turbulent, chaotic surges of energy. With the Demon King’s demise, his Labyrinth of Madness entered a state of rapid decay and collapse, dragging its scattered remains and immediate surroundings into Yomi. Concurrently, rifts serving as portals to other Underworlds such as Tartarus, Duat, and Purgatory ripped open.
As Yomi shuddered, the Seven Chaos Kings surveyed its vast expanse, sensing that the realm was expanding with every passing heartbeat. Despite hailing from a vastly more expansive Dimension, they had never encountered a plane so saturated with such potent energies.
A collective hunger for dominion took hold of them.
“Well?”
Obhedhrur, the Fifth King of Chaos, spoke. His voice bore a metallic, tenebrous quality. He moved just an inch, yet the world buckled under his presence. Fissures split the earth as entire mountain chains crumbled into dust.
“What is your response, pint-sized Chaos Spawn?”
“Pint-sized?”
Kireina pivoted to face Obhedhrur, a gentle smile gracing her features.
Instantly, her essence surged, expanding his vessel to its peak potential.
The interior of Yomi was vast beyond measure—more than capable of containing such colossal entities.
Confident in her surroundings, Kireina prepared to unleash her true dimensions.
“...?!”
“...!!!”
“...!”
“...?!”
The Chaos Kings stood transfixed in collective awe and disbelief, witnessing as Kireina transformed, revealing a stature five times their own.
Who were the ants now?
“Are you implying I should join forces with you—a group of random thugs who materialized out of nowhere?” Kireina inquired, her expression remaining kindly, her radiant cosmic gown shimmering with ethereal beauty. “You must be joking. And then what? You intend to seize Yomi? To slaughter countless innocents? The only circumstance under which I would ever collaborate with you is if you first swore to abstain from conquest and second, vowed to leave everyone unharmed.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Obhedhrur was the only one possessing a visage—forged from metal and restricted in its range of emotion—that could offer a response through his expression.
He grinned.
“Hah, that is patently impossible. We are the incarnations of chaos,” he laughed, his voice booming. “Requesting such restraint from us is akin to teaching a lion to subsist on vegetables. It is theoretically possible, yet the lion would only waste away. To conquer, to destroy, to slay—these are our nature, our necessity, and our birthright.”
“Then clearly, there is no common ground here,” Kireina declared. She unified her twin blades, summoned the Infinite Heaven’s Sword, and unleashed the Pillar of Celestial Enlightenment, binding it to the depths of her very Heart. “I am finished with the lot of you and your nonsense. I have a realm to preserve, and you are standing directly in my way. Step forward and meet your end.”
“This creature is truly entertaining.”
“Does she honestly think courage is a substitute for strength?”
“How fascinating.”
“Allow me to handle this.”
“Very well, proceed.”
One of the Chaos Kings stepped forth—not the gentlemanly Obhedhrur, but a figure crafted from hardened black stone, draped in long robes of crimson and coal, and sporting a helmet shaped like a black pyramid embedded with a singular, eye-like red jewel.
His fingers, elongated and tipped with sharp, ink-black nails, traced the air. As he gestured, massive, mountain-sized runes composed of pure chaos materialized—runes unlike anything Kireina had ever witnessed.
“Primordial Abyssal Chaos Arcana.”
“First Page – Chaotic Armageddon.”
The spell was both a mystical invocation and a direct assault by the entity itself.
In less than a heartbeat, an eternal void swallowed everything in its path.
Yomi groaned. Mountains, rivers, and even the sky disintegrated down to the subatomic level.
All beings within the radius of the strike perished instantly.
The damage to Yomi was catastrophic; thirty percent of the entire Realm, an area equal to a Universe, vanished into nothingness.
The Seven Chaos Kings hovered within the black abyss, observing the ruin with self-satisfaction.
“Well, that was trivial, was it not?”
“She was dense. The potential to be a true adversary, yet she chose to be a fool.”
“It seems your strategy hit a snag, Obhedhrur.”
“I… would not say that.”
“...?!”
The remaining six kings realized the truth long after Obhedhrur.
He had witnessed everything.
He saw exactly what Kireina had executed.
Anticipating the total annihilation, Kireina had swung her blade.
Yet, everyone had perished—so what exactly had the strike achieved?
It was an attack characterized by a delayed impact.
SLASH!
“Ngh?!”
The Magic-wielding Chaos King let out a cry as a clean, sharp wound tore through his physique.
His eyes widened in shock.
“Wha…!”
From the location where the attack originated, the universe and everything erased by his strike began to re-emerge.
“?!”
SLASH!
Then came a second blow.
SLASH!
Another followed.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Countless slashes tormented the King, his form bleeding profusely in agonizing rhythm. He lashed out with his hands, desperately conjuring wave after wave of magic.
However, the slashes shredded his chaos runes and then severed his fingers.
“This is impossible! What trickery is this?!”
“She…!”
“Is that attack manipulating the flow of time?!”
“No, that is spacetime!”
“No, even that is not quite right…”
“Reality bending?”
Kireina and her allies reappeared from the void. Yomi—previously reduced to nothing—stood restored.
Kireina’s strike had manipulated the absolute laws of reality.
What exactly had she done?
“I understand now.”
Obhedhrur offered a smile, clearly stunned by a technique that defied standard comprehension.
“What?” a fellow King demanded.
“Her maneuver is actually quite simple once you realize she had already expanded a Domain that protected everything within her radius,” Obhedhrur explained. “She simply shaped that domain into the edge of her blade and executed a strike with delayed manifestation. When Serpefelrius obliterated everything, they were indeed erased—only to be restored when her delayed attack struck you, carrying the very essence of that reality with it. Each slash reconstructed the existence our colleague had eradicated, effectively reversing time in the process.”
“How can such a ridiculous thing exist?”
Chaos Kings—entities whose existence was solely tied to destruction—could not fathom a technique that didn't just harm, but actively restored reality and manipulated the timeline.
Kireina, having effectively merged her skills, abilities, and the system, could now weave them into her techniques with total fluidity.
The result was outcomes that bordered on the absurd.
The secret to her success was the combination of her Partial Time Manipulation and her Psyche Ability to resurrect. By applying both to the reality assimilated within her Heavenly Domain, she achieved the impossible.
She had essentially resurrected herself and everyone else via a cascading series of attacks.
Amaterasu and the others gasped, drawing in air. For a fleeting moment, they had been truly erased.
The potency of the Chaos Kings was undeniable; they were monsters exceeding the limits of imagination.
But was Kireina not a more terrifying entity for pulling off such a move?
“I call that technique: Pillar of Celestial Enlightenment – Timeline-Splitting Sword.”
Kireina looked down upon the Chaos Kings, proving clearly she was not someone to be trifled with.
The Chaos Kings erupted with their Auras.
Their eyes burned with intense, crimson light.
She was truly… an Anomaly.
“Good.”
“Not bad at all.”
“Then let us slaughter one another.”
“Let us battle for the fate of this entire Realm!”
“Wager everything you have, Chaos Spawn!”
As they roared with laughter, Obhedhrur, who was becoming increasingly human, felt something shift within his chest.
“Ah, what is this sensation? She was so majestic, so magnificent… yet this feeling is more than just a desire to fight… I wish to understand her, to witness more of her. Her voice… so beautiful. Her presence, so commanding. What is this sensation you have burdened me with, humans?”
Obhedhrur, having incorporated humans, their souls, and even their machines, had grown increasingly “bizarre” to his peers, yet simultaneously surged in strength to the point where they could no longer treat him with disdain.
But at this juncture, something far more anomalous occurred.
“...”
Obhedhrur remained deathly silent.
“Obhedhrur! Why aren't you advancing with us?!”
“She is the greatest prey we have ever encountered!”
“Come, we must destroy her!”
“…Hah, I do wish to fight her, yes. But I have no desire to see her dead.”
“...?!”
The Chaos Kings exchanged looks of profound disbelief.
Without warning, Obhedhrur pivoted and struck one of Kireina’s foes.
“NGH?!”
BOOOM!
His massive mechanical implement—a gargantuan, titanic pile bunker—pierced the Chaos King’s heart, shattering it into countless, inconsequential shards!
“NNGAAAAA?! B-BASTARD! TRAITOR!”
“My apologies, Serpefelrius! But I am merely embracing my new nature! You shall serve as the sacrifice I require!”
Serpefelrius shrieked in agony, desperately conjuring magic to bombard the vicinity with immense explosions of reality-erasing power.
Kireina acted instantly, gathering everyone and whisking them away from the encroaching destruction, shielding them behind a veil woven from her Pillar of Enlightenment.
As the explosions settled…
Obhedhrur stepped forward, unscathed, clutching the cooling corpse of Serpefelrius, the Seventh Chaos King, in his hands—a grizzly offering presented to Kireina.
“I grant thee the remains of the Seventh Chaos King and his shattered core!” Obhedhrur declared, his mechanical, glowing eyes shimmering with strange fascination. “Please, become my mate.”
“Hah?!”
“WHAT!”
Kireina and the five surviving Chaos Kings produced an identical sound of shock.
It was nothing short of absolute disbelief!