The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2375 The second entity that crossed from the Emptiness
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
"Gate of Babylon!"
Cain seized the moment without delay. His fierce shout ripped across the battlefield while he activated his most powerful authority. Over the fractured ground of the World of the Root, innumerable Chaos Weapons appeared in an instant, whipping up a whirlwind of devastation. Every weapon held not just Cain's intent, but also the merged strength, fury, and resolve of all the fighters battling alongside him.
The weapons plunged down like heavenly retribution.
Robuke bellowed in rage as he forced his colossal form past its breaking point. His axes whirled and sliced through the sky, demolishing over eighty percent of the approaching Chaos Weapons. Every impact unleashed tremors that swept over the battlefield.
But that effort fell short.
The leftover twenty percent slammed straight into the terrain.
"RUMBLE!"
All eyes grew wide.
The full First Layer of the World of the Root started shaking fiercely. Fissures snaked like arteries over its face, pulsing with ruinous energy. The core damage had hit a deadly threshold. The realm itself wailed, unable to hold its form any longer.
It was crumbling.
"Use everything you have!" Cain bellowed.
His words resonated straight into the thoughts of every fighter in the Nine Empyren Suns Alliance, sparking their spirits. "Strike with all your might!"
The order broke all hesitation.
Fighters expended their last reserves without a second thought. Chaos Weapons rained down with heightened savagery as Cain funneled all his remaining essence into keeping the Gate of Babylon active. Such a chance was fleeting—wounds to a layer might mend with time, but a total breakdown meant permanent loss.
That was the real goal.
Anark's Primordial Force of the Void swirled like a purple tempest. He slammed Radagon into the ground and hammered away without mercy, each strike engulfing vast areas in violet ruin. Reality warped and howled beneath the assault.
Leonidas, Bael, and Amon poured out all their power.
Their forms fractured and burst as they shoved the High Lords of the Root toward the crumbling earth. Skin ripped, skeletons cracked, and limbs vanished entirely—but they pressed on without pause. Rebuilding their frames would cost dearly in resources and days, yet if it wiped out over ten percent of the foe's domain forever, the sacrifice meant nothing.
Crimson glow flared in the gazes of the Six Sacred Races' warriors.
Their Sacred Organs blazed as they surpassed old boundaries, releasing barrages of unmatched destructive might. The battlefield turned into a maelstrom of flames, chaos, emptiness, and holy energy. Then—
"B000000000000000000000000000000000M!"
The blast reverberated everywhere.
The World of the Root's outer shell broke apart entirely.
The destruction exceeded every limit. The First Layer couldn't withstand the pressure anymore. Whole landmasses vaporized as the exterior caved in, ripping the structure from within.
A spark of victory and thrill lit Cain's eyes, a feeling he hadn't known in ages.
This marked a huge advance.
"One down. Eight to go."
The Scarlet King's murderous aura exploded as he spoke those words from
his mouth.
Then—
His gaze sharpened in shock.
A wave of icy peril flooded through him.
"Retreat!"
The Nine Empyren Suns Alliance's troops were caught up in the rush of battle. Plenty yearned to keep clashing—time remained before the breach in the Wall of Fire and Flesh sealed shut.
Yet the Scarlet King's order held unbreakable sway.
Instinct ruled them.
The fighters pulled back at once.
Even so—
They couldn't move quick enough.
From the profound depths of the World of the Root, enormous twisted dragons burst forth. Their frames were shaped from electric plasma, distorted and tainted, exuding craving and ruin. They surged toward the top with horrifying velocity, their mere aura making seasoned fighters quiver.
Cain sensed the threat right away.
But Robuke was already closing in.
"If a drawn-out fight erupts," Cain thought with icy clarity, "I'll be trapped."
The idea had just surfaced when his determination solidified.
"ARGHHH!"
Cain let out a booming cry and triggered the Gate of Babylon to burst outward. Chaos Weapons burst in every direction, shredding Robuke and hurling the Monster of the Root far away in a
savage detonation.
The surge engulfed Cain too.
In the following instant, a shape rose from the blaze.
Cain's flesh and outer layers had vanished completely. Just his bones and Sacred Organs lingered—yet violet fires ignited right then, remaking his form at a frightening pace.
He darted ahead.
The Zero-State Spear took shape in his grasp, igniting as it drew in
several powers together: Anark's Primordial Void, Leonidas' Sunfire, Amon's Death, and Bael's Life.
The Scarlet King's sinews swelled as he thrust the spear.
A vast curve of obliterating force rushed out, smashing right
into the plasma Root Dragons.
"BOOOOOOO000000000000000M!"
The detonation proved apocalyptic.
Cain got hurled into the air, spewing gouts of blood while huge
swaths of his body disintegrated once more. Agony tore at him—but the strike hadn't failed.
The plasma Root Dragons got driven away.
That brief window sufficed.
The Alliance's surviving members fled into the emptiness.
Cain steadied his position high over the falling First Layer. His face grew somber as he noticed the anomaly.
His wounds weren't mending.
His power stores had dropped to a dire low. Not even the Samsara Immortal Body could revive him now.
He glared at the plasma dragons as they continued climbing.
"So this," Cain whispered darkly, "is the might of the second being that passed from the Emptiness."
Myriad strategies flashed in his thoughts.
Then he vanished into the void.
The gap in the Wall of Fire and Flesh lingered open, letting
all behold the aftermath. The Root Dragons gobbled up the broken pieces of the First Layer, swallowing massive chunks
before plunging further into the depths.
The velocity.
The strength.
The appetite.
It froze the blood of every onlooker.
If they hadn't pulled back—
They'd have ended up as prey.
Even worse came the truth that each devoured piece made the beasts more formidable.