The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2357 The monster that stood above the King of the Root

A colossal gateway manifested before the King of the Root.

It was the legendary Scarlet Throne.

As the doors swung wide, they did not reveal a prison for lost souls. Instead, a sprawling domain of armaments was unveiled—a boundless ocean of swords, polearms, maces, and spears, each one pulsing with a distinct, powerful aura.

"Chaos of the Scarlet Throne!"

Cain’s roar caused the very fabric of the void to vibrate. Intense crimson radiance erupted, and countless portals tore open across the empty space. From within these rifts, spectral figures began to materialize.

Radagon’s pupils contracted in shock.

Before him stood the True Primordial of the Void, the elite warriors of the Scarlet Kingdom, the supreme powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races, and every warrior who had participated in the Invasion of the Heart of the Root. These were the souls who had once battled alongside the Scarlet King.

"GATE OF BABYLON!"

Cain bellowed once more, triggering the Unique Ability he had unlocked upon reaching the realm of Ego Above Reality. This technique channeled every fragment of his being, the collective essence of his allies, and the fundamental power of the cosmos itself.

In a flash, the phantom warriors shifted, transforming into a storm of weapons.

They descended like a lethal rain upon the King of the Root.

A spear imbued with the Primordial Force of the Void led the assault, slamming into Radagon’s chest and forcing the very breath from his body.

Before he could react, a bolt-wrapped lance struck with blinding speed, skewering his shoulder.

Simultaneously, a pair of blades—one shining with holy light and the other drenched in gore—tore into his midsection. A heavy scarlet hammer fell upon his skull, while a halberd wreathed in pale plasma sliced deep into his side.

Six legendary weapons—each representing Anark and the supreme masters of the Six Sacred Races—battered Radagon with devastating precision.

Then, the true deluge began.

An endless stream of armaments hammered the King of the Root, driving him deeper into the crust of the tainted, warped world. Every strike pulverized the corrupted soil and sent tremors through the dimensions.

Genuine terror finally flickered in Radagon’s gaze.

His physical form was being shredded at a velocity that far outpaced his regenerative Cultivation.

"Is this... my end?"

The intrusive thought took root in his mind, and a wave of pure dread washed over him.

That fear brought a grim satisfaction to the Scarlet King.

Even Cain was taken aback by the overwhelming strength of the Unique Ability birthed from the Lucid Dream. It eclipsed the three Innate Abilities enhanced by Resurreccion by a staggering margin.

However, Cain remained focused.

Though his goal was a demonstration of dominance, he would not miss the opportunity to execute Radagon then and there.

He maintained his relentless offensive.

The downpour of Chaos Weapons grew increasingly savage.

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

A series of thunderous blasts rocked the surface of the World of the Root. As the smoke cleared, Radagon’s mangled remains—little more than a head and chest—were buried deep within the blighted earth.

Just as victory seemed certain, the entire planet convulsed.

A new entity rose from the depths of the corrupted world.

This massive horror was a fusion of dragon and demon. Heavy armor was grafted directly into its skin, forming jagged scales that throbbed with dark energy. Great leathery wings spread from its back, their beats threatening to tear space-time apart. Its massive arms gripped two enormous axes, appearing strong enough to cleave through the heavens.

With a strength that defied the laws of reality, the beast swung its twin blades.

With every arc, entire waves of Chaos Weapons were vaporized.

Cain’s expression hardened.

He had never encountered this being, yet its soul signature was unmistakable. It was one of the two masters who had successfully traversed the Gate to the Emptiness.

"I cannot gauge its full depth," Cain thought to himself, "but in terms of raw savagery, this brute is even more dangerous than the Ancient One."

Just as he had gained the upper hand against Radagon, one of the true sovereigns of the World of the Root had emerged—a living manifestation of the world's malice.

Instead of retreating, Cain’s killing intent flared uncontrollably.

If he could slay this monster, the war against the Root would be effectively won.

With a roar, Cain pushed the Gate of Babylon to its absolute breaking point.

Disregarding the destruction of his Chaos Weapons, he burned his remaining Qi to once again summon the armaments representing Anark and the elites of the Six Sacred Races.

The creature’s eyes locked onto those specialized Chaos Weapons.

Rather than retreating, it bared its teeth in a bloodthirsty, predatory grin.

Its power surged. Thick, rotting veins bulged across its body like coiled serpents, forcing its physical strength to peak levels as it charged straight into the path of the weapons.

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

Six world-shaking explosions occurred, each possessing the force of a supernova.

The beast coughed up dark blood. The arteries in its arms ruptured from the pressure, spraying foul fluids into the air. Despite the massive internal trauma, its momentum did not falter.

It simply licked the gore from its maw with a long tongue, maintaining that feral smile.

Then, it lunged forward.

Wave after wave of Chaos Weapons shattered as the monster closed the gap, its axes cleaving through strikes that would have obliterated any lesser god.

Cain’s eyes began to bleed as he poured every drop of power into the Gate of Babylon. Agony pierced his soul, yet he stood his ground, focusing his entire willpower into the strike.

Nevertheless, even against that relentless barrage, the titan standing above the King of the Root broke through, appearing directly in front of Cain in an instant.

Its grin widened as it hoisted a massive axe high, poised to sever the head of the Scarlet King.