The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2344 The Ancient One won

"Adam?"

Cain’s pupils dilated as he overheard the Demon King call the Ancient One by that particular name.

Adam—the progenitor of the human race. The pioneer who steered mankind away from a perishing realm and into a fresh universe. He was the man who forged a trail of slaughter and dominance, paving the way for the Godslayer Humankind to flourish across the stars. He was the figure who brought the Great War to a close eons ago.

The First Master of Chaos.

The mere thought that this mythic icon and the Ancient One were the same person sent a wave of turbulence through Cain’s mind. Naturally, many details failed to align with such a shocking premise.

However, before Cain, the Demon King, or any other witness could process this truth, the orb fashioned from the Ancient One’s shadows began to throb with violence.

That vibration harmonized with every Neo-Angel Core residing within the soldiers of the Freedom Path.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

In a flash, energy erupted into soaring columns of plasma, drenching the heart of Origin Island in a brilliant, blinding radiance. A moment later, these pillars linked together, weaving a vast and complex matrix with the shadow orb serving as its epicenter.

While such a display takes time to narrate, it occurred so rapidly in real-time that the Ancient One had already snatched the orb before the Leader of the Masked Race could even reach him.

A tidal wave of life force flooded his frame.

His strength returned with aggressive speed, mending his injuries—every single one, save for his missing eye. Even more significant, his white plasma wings re-emerged, flickering with overwhelming power.

Instantly, the Matrix of Origin Island manifested its full glory. The entire battlefield began to quake.

"RUMBLE!"

A second later, every person present was forced to their knees by an irresistible weight.

It felt as if every law and principle of the cosmos had been weaponized against them—an unseen pressure grinding down their bodies, their souls, and their very essence, demanding total subservience. Even the Demon King and the Leader of the Masked Race found themselves immobilized, their forms locked by a force that defied conventional logic.

The sheer magnitude of the power was soul-crushing.

Yet, such a display came at a gruesome cost.

The Neo-Angels began to spontaneously combust.

Those who had achieved the rank of Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod or higher barely managed to survive, clinging to their forms. However, those beneath that level were burned alive—their bodies, spirits, and even their True Names were ignited to serve as mere fuel for the matrix.

The suffering was total.

They shrieked, yet no sound could be heard. They fought back, but no defiance mattered.

When they were first transformed into Neo-Angels, they believed they were the chosen ones—exalted into a Supreme Race that stood above all. Only now did the grim reality set in.

They were never special.

They were nothing more than batteries.

They were resources harvested by the Ancient One, prepared long ago for this specific moment.

And he showed no mercy.

No regret.

He simply let out a smile as he turned his gaze toward the Eternity Gate.

Finally, nothing remained to block his path to his objective.

Or so he assumed.

Two figures bearing plasma wings—wings that were hauntingly similar to his own—materialized between the Ancient One and the pyramid.

In an instant, his grin faded.

His strategy had been perfect. His ultimate card should have been impossible to counter. The Matrix of Origin Island had neutralized everyone else—yet it had failed to bring the Master of Chaos and the Master of Order to their knees.

The Crimson Exarch was even more startling.

Unlike his fellow Neo-Angels, he had not been turned into fuel.

The Ancient One’s lone eye narrowed into a slit.

"You really are a clever rat," he remarked with a freezing tone. "You actually found a way to modify your Neo-Angel Core."

The Crimson Exarch offered no reply. He merely tightened his hold on his firearms.

The situation was spiraling into an irredeemable disaster.

They had returned to the starting point, but in a much worse state. His Big Crunch rounds were gone. He was running out of moves.

The Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch were both aware of the stakes.

No reinforcements were coming to rescue them.

If the Ancient One stepped through the Eternity Gate, all would be lost.

Regrettably, there was no time to devise a new tactic.

The Ancient One vanished.

He reappeared in front of the Crimson Exarch with terrifying speed, slamming his knee forward with enough momentum to send the sound of breaking bones echoing across the area.

The Crimson Exarch was sent flying backward, his frame colliding violently with the pyramid’s stone steps as blood sprayed from his lips.

Without pausing, the Ancient One spun around, thrusting his right palm toward an incoming blade.

Cain gritted his teeth as Sky Devourer smashed into that hand.

It felt as if he had struck the weight of an entire galaxy.

Still, Cain refused to back down.

His Wings of Chaos flared with intensity, drawing power from the Matrix as he threw every ounce of his remaining strength into the struggle.

That act of rebellion only made the Ancient One’s gaze grow colder.

The shadow core linked to the Neo-Angel Matrix shone with fervor. His white plasma wings shuddered as a surge of energy traveled through his palm—power saturated with the essence of Negation.

"CRACK!"

Cain’s eyes filled with shock.

The noise was unmistakable.

Divine metal was giving way.

Fractures raced across the blade of Sky Devourer, branching out like a spiderweb before the sword exploded into countless shards right before Cain’s eyes.

The force didn't dissipate there.

It traveled into Cain’s arm, pulverizing bone and tissue before launching him into the pyramid. He crashed into the debris right next to the Crimson Exarch.

Cain coughed up thick mouthfuls of blood.

His Depravita Aura flared up, making a desperate attempt to mend his shattered limb.

It managed to reconstruct the muscle and bone—but that was its limit.

The aura was finished.

Entirely spent.

The Scarlet King would not survive another such wound.

For a brief second, the Ancient One scowled as his white wings flickered—a minor backlash proving that while his body was restored, his soul had not yet fully mended.

But as he observed the expressions of despair and shock on the faces of the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch, his scowl transformed into a smug grin.

He began his walk toward the pyramid.

Toward the Eternity Gate.

There was no one left to get in his way.

No one left to challenge him.

Finally—

Victory was his.