The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2403 Capturing a Royal Blutlinie

Though the arrows seemed to lack significant force, Kameron's instincts suddenly cried out in alarm for an unknown reason. An intense feeling of peril rushed into him, piercing and impossible to ignore. He acted

without delay, expending his vitality to unleash a tremendous surge of icy power ahead.

The Royal Blutlinie trusted that his strike would halt the arrows mid-flight and neutralize the danger completely.

But right before the chilling force could touch them, a burst of golden vitality erupted from the Ocean of the Blood Sun. It ignored the arrows altogether and smashed into Kameron's icy

surge.

Rather than meeting it straight on, the golden vitality pushed the chill aside, compelling its path to veer off course. The redirected assault crashed into an ArchDeity Blutlinie, encasing the figure in ice and hurling his frozen form down into the sea beneath.

"What is that?!"

Stunned disbelief overwhelmed Kameron's thoughts. It represented an odd and unknown force—one unfamiliar to the Royal Blutlinie. Neither an Omen nor Ancestor Power, nor any force he'd faced previously.

Still, he had no chance to ponder it further.

With no barriers remaining, the arrows materialized right before him.

Kameron whipped his bone sword in a burst of velocity, shattering about a third of the approaching missiles. Nevertheless, twenty-one arrows broke past his guard and pierced his form.

Initially, Kameron sensed only a gentle push at the impact spots. No instant agony, no obvious harm. For a brief instant, he thought the assault had missed its mark.

But in the following moment, each hit point exploded at once.

His life force and soul force got brutally inverted, their usual paths savagely wrenched and forced in reverse. The clashing powers battered his insides repeatedly, wreaking havoc internally. Crimson sprayed from every opening on the Royal Blutlinie as his frame seized up wildly.

Terror and fear overwhelmed Kameron's gaze.

The injuries proved so devastating that his form wouldn't obey. His sinews seized, his vitality stalled, leaving him utterly immobilized. Before any recovery could start, a gigantic talon plunged from overhead.

Satan's face held icy ruthlessness, a savage grin etched on his dragon features as he slammed into Kameron using his enormous frame's total might.

The crack of fracturing bones resounded over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Kameron's shattered form tumbled into the abyss below.

His mind struggled to focus amid the splitting of his cranium and blurring sight, yet one urge stood firm—he needed to flee. Rallying his last scraps of vitality, Kameron linked his intent to the ring on his finger.

Just as the relic began to trigger, a colossal aura pressed down.

Shadow engulfed his surroundings entirely.

The surroundings dissolved, supplanted by a pair of crimson orbs that stabbed into the core of his essence. That stare alone froze his thoughts and locked away his vitality utterly. In that halted moment, endless streams of golden blood rushed in, encircling his form and crafting an indestructible shell.

Escape proved impossible.

"Yes! A Royal Blutlinie!"

Thrill and eagerness laced Cain's words. The worth of a Royal Blutlinie's Ancestor Drop outstripped that of ordinary ones by endless measures, surpassing even those at the ArchDeity level.

Once Cain confirmed his own security, he poured his full might into igniting the Flow Art of the Thirty-Three Stars. Though Kameron wielded immense power—his Flow Points far harder to pinpoint so quickly—Cain had merged with The Flow entirely.

His realm had ascended to ridiculous heights.

In mere moments, Cain pinpointed Kameron's Flow Points, all while viewing the Royal Blutlinie from afar.

Certainly, seizing a Royal Blutlinie marked a remarkable feat, yet it fell

short of sufficiency.

Cain's attention quickly turned to the rest of the Blutlinie forces that had ventured into his territory.

"Satan, do not let any of them escape!"

The dragon bellowed back. With a mighty flap of his leathery wings, Satan surged ahead at horrifying velocity and barreled toward the ArchDeities.

Though freshly spawned, Satan drew on the vast vitality and essence of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, pushing his power beyond the Early Alpha-Omega Overgod rank. The ArchDeities stood no chance against him.

His talons ripped their appendages apart effortlessly, while fierce winds from his wings flung them into the crimson waters, where Cain ensnared them sequentially.

As for the Prima Deities, the sanguine limbs and lances handled them with ease.

Soon enough, dread overtook the surviving Blutlinie as they grasped the futility of flight.

Yet praise belonged where earned.

While lesser peoples might crumble under the strain, the

Blutlinie embodied their lineage's savagery. Numerous plunged into frenzy born of fury and spite. Some rushed in as wild fiends, forsaking all sense. Others triggered their own blasts, unleashing huge blasts of power that crushed all nearby.

Cain channeled his soul strength at once, targeting the ArchDeities' psyches directly. He halted their suicides, leaving the Prima Deities to their doom.

When the day concluded, Cain had seized one Royal Blutlinie, twenty-two ArchDeities, and one hundred and forty-eight Prima Deities.

All the rest lay dead.

Satan lingered in the heavens, his breaths ragged and irregular. Scars marred his gigantic frame in abundance. Many stemmed from his clash with Kameron, while others arose from the ArchDeities who had exploded right against him. Gradually, the mighty dragon sank into the Ocean of the Blood Sun. His vast bulk rested atop the waves like firm earth instead of fluid. He peered down into the gloom with a

puzzled look.

"Who are you?" he grumbled.

Then, following a brief silence, his tone—gravelly and harsh, brimming with vast

might yet weighed by turmoil—resumed:

"...Who am I?"