The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2405 Hades

Leveraging the Omen of the Blood Sun, along with his deep genetic knowledge and the insights gained from slain foes, Cain skillfully directed the framework of his emerging form. Right from the start, he prioritized speed as the primary trait, enhancing it across every basic layer.

Through the Flow, he had already gained the power to traverse the cosmos solely with his Primordial Essence. Should he progress more, this capability could soon encompass his corporeal frame too.

This prospect might serve as the crucial link to merge his three forms, enabling Cain to achieve a transcendent leap in both

cultivation and capabilities, surpassing the limits of the First Order Neo-Demon Tier.

"First things first," Cain whispered. "Get powerful enough to head back home."

A rush of resolve and concentration filled the soul of the Scarlet King as he dove back into his tasks.

Naturally, shaping the evolution of his upcoming body and cultivating the Ancestor Drop within the fourth cocoon weren't the sole pursuits occupying Cain.

The Scarlet King kept dispatching his vast aquatic beasts past the edges of the Ocean of the Blood Sun to pursue and gather additional entities. Once Satan mended his injuries, he took command of the Blood Sun's legions, venturing into ever more perilous zones—areas dominated by vastly superior beings.

Excitement and triumph swelled steadily in Cain's spirit as corpses of Alpha-Omega Overgods started plunging into the crimson sea.

These clashes proved anything but simple. Satan had to withdraw and recover after every skirmish, yet the vast quantities of life force and energy extracted from those remains were staggering.

Beyond hastening the development of the remaining two cocoons, it also bolstered the vital reserves of the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Consequently, the Ancestor Drop's expansion and the body's formation quickened markedly—without compromising any future promise.

Four months flew by in this manner.

Cain found it startling how serene the surroundings stayed. Not a single Blutlinie from the Kalous Kingdom launched an assault, even after a Royal Family member's demise.

"The ongoing war could be tying them up," Cain pondered, "or perhaps they're assembling a huge army to wipe me out for good." His eyes tightened.

"I can only hope it's the former."

While Cain pondered the circumstances, his focus abruptly turned to the cocoons. The second one started to quiver.

Due to the essence and vigor it had soaked up, its exterior had shifted to an obsidian-black hue, obviously influencing the life force inside. Cain swiftly channeled every bit of energy he could spare toward it. The cocoon quaked fiercely, fissures racing over its shell, before it burst apart at last.

From within stepped a formidable humanoid figure towering almost fifteen meters high, bearing razor-sharp dinosaur-like traits. His form exuded immense strength and dominance. As soon as awareness lit his gaze, he unleashed a mighty bellow, whipping up a colossal whirlwind across the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

His presence erupted fiercely, syncing with the broken cocoon. Moments later, the debris fully disintegrated and streaked to him, morphing into seamless armor that bonded with his frame. His power swelled anew as he launched upward. He loomed like a divine being restored from ruin.

A colossal armored silhouette floated over the crimson waters, enormous

ebony wings unfurling broadly at his back. His physique seemed carved from stellar rock and iron. A helm of cruel thorns crowned his skull, encircling fiery crimson orbs that gleamed with icy cunning and threat. Razor-edged appendages and thick plating shaped him into a breathing engine of war.

For all his gigantic size, his stance remained measured and restrained, suggesting each action would strike with lethal accuracy. He represented ruin and rule—a mute sovereign of combat, set to plunge down.

Cain studied the fresh birth, a spark of astonishment crossing his features.

In contrast to Satan, who consumed his own cocoon, this being had harmonized with his, turning it into protective gear.

"The Power of Chaos and the Flow reside in his core," Cain noted steadily. "This grants him special talents."

The newcomer scanned his surroundings, dismissing the lesser sea dwellers as insignificant. But when his sight fixed on Satan, his stare intensified at once. Steel talons protruded from his fingers, and an inferno of combat lust and devastation ignited throughout his being.

Satan refused to yield.

His enormous frame blazed with fearsome force, scorching heat pouring out until the atmosphere itself ignited.

Before conflict could ignite, a commanding tone boomed over the Ocean of the Blood Sun—a timbre that pierced straight into the essences

of both beings.

"Heed my command!"

At once, the deity of demise and havoc pivoted toward the crimson

sea and dropped to a reverent pose in the heavens. Freshly awakened though he was, devotion to the Ocean of the Blood Sun had already carved itself into his depths.

"I am your source," Cain proclaimed. "Your Maker. Your existence was shaped to act as my blade, and I shall elevate your might to the peak of this

cosmos."

Words like these might spark doubt or defiance.

Yet to the being's spirit, they ignited sheer exhilaration and

anticipation.

"W-wea...pon..."

He embraced the role with eagerness.

"I bestow upon you the name Hades," Cain went on.

Hades ascended right after. His gaze blazed with a fierce urge

to slay and shatter, the one drive defining his purpose. But in the instant that followed, the rage halted—hardening into a chilling precision that would humble the finest fighters.

Seconds later, Satan wheeled the same way. The presences of the pair honed like blades as they aligned, primed to

slaughter and ravage.

The cause behind their actions was straightforward.

A Royal Blutlinie drew near.

She was female, and her might dwarfed Kameron's by far.