The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2406 The Aztorus Kingdom

Soon after, the Royal Blutlinie materialized high over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Similar to others of her race, white hair framed her features, along with a third red eye positioned vertically on her forehead. But her beauty stood out sharply, drawing every eye the instant she showed up. An

immense force poured out from her form, so powerful that the surrounding space quivered slightly, as though barely holding together against her might.

Satan and Hades watched the female figure with grave looks. Each of them sensed plainly the terrifying bodily might

flowing from her—vast enough that she could probably shatter their barriers with ease should she decide to strike.

The Royal Blutlinie's stare moved from one to the other before locking onto Hades. Her eyes tightened a bit.

"The reports spoke of only one," she stated icily.

A knowing glint flashed in her eyes as she looked toward the bloody sea beneath.

"How many more could it create?"

She didn't bother whispering, voicing her musings aloud before shaking her head and turning her focus back.

"I am Mirena," she announced. "And I've come to talk with the Master of the Ocean of the Blood Sun."

A hush fell for a short while.

Next, a figure shaped purely from blood lifted gradually from the ocean's depths into the sky. Empty red eyes examined the

woman with composure.

"I am the Blood King, and you must belong to the Aztorus Kingdom," Cain responded steadily.

Upon hearing that, Mirena's gaze grew keen.

"What leads you to that conclusion?" she inquired.

Cain's blood form displayed a subtle grin.

"If you hailed from the Kalous Kingdom, they surely would have dispatched more than a single envoy," he answered. "Moreover, your bloodline differs greatly from Prince Kameron's. Any family ties between you seem highly unlikely."

Mirena observed the blood figure for a few moments before giving a nod.

"You possess sharp insight," she remarked. "And your strength is growing."

As she said this, her eyes flicked momentarily to Satan and Hades, then her face set firmly, with keen determination and icy resolve filling

her gaze.

"Still, it won't suffice. Kameron might not have ranked high among Royal Blutlinie, yet he held worth as a breeding asset for the Kalous Kingdom. By eliminating him, you've robbed them of that. For this reason, they'll throw everything they have at annihilating you, and you by yourself can't hold them off."

A serious look crossed the blood figure's features as Cain inclined his head in acknowledgment.

"I'm not so proud as to think I could face a whole kingdom single-handed," he replied evenly. "And it looks like I won't need to."

A grin reappeared on his face as he concluded.

"That's why you've arrived, right?" Cain went on. "To form an alliance."

Mirena wasted no words. She agreed with a quick nod.

"Exactly. The Aztorus Kingdom will aid you in enduring the upcoming conflict with the Kalous Kingdom. In return, we'll turn your body into a fortress—and a combat zone—for assaulting the City of Kalous."

Cain weighed her statement thoughtfully, while his blood form betrayed no hint of feeling, leaving the Royal Blutlinie unable to read his mind.

After a pause, Cain nodded.

"Teaming up with the Aztorus Kingdom seems logical," he said. "But I have conditions."

Mirena's eyes chilled at once.

"Do you really think you're in a position to demand terms?" she snapped. "Without our support, you're doomed."

Cain had plenty of options for countering such direct

aggression.

"Hahaha."

He opted for laughter, its echoes rolling over the blood sea, relaxed and unperturbed.

"Girl," Cain addressed her casually, "I'm not sure I could beat the Kalous Kingdom at present—but I'm positive I'll endure. I've confronted beasts that would squash you flat like a bug, and here I remain. If things go south, I'll ditch this vessel and escape. It'd cost me, sure, but I'd bounce back."

His eyes sparkled dimly.

"And once I recover, I'll settle every score."

To some, those statements might smack of overconfidence, but Mirena detected the unshakeable assurance in them. This wasn't empty boasting—it was the conviction of one who'd weathered disasters dwarfing the Kalous

Kingdom.

She pondered her response with care.

For a fleeting second, the urge to unleash her aura and impose superiority tempted her. Yet, with Satan and Hades nearby,

her assurance wavered greatly. Besides, the Master of the Ocean of the Blood Sun had demonstrated he could slay Alpha-Omega Overgods.

Ultimately, Mirena let out a quiet breath and eased her stance.

"What terms do you seek?" she questioned.

Cain's blood form broke into a broad smile.

"First off," he began, "I require every bit of lore your kingdom holds on soul cultivation—methods, skills, ceremonies—plus all speed-focused body refinement techniques."

Mirena's eyes narrowed a touch before she assented.

Though that lore was vastly valuable, it remained mere information. Sharing it didn't erase it permanently. Duplicates abounded, and data could be duplicated endlessly.

"Secondly," Cain pressed on, tone firm, "I demand offerings. Bodies of Blutlinie."

As soon as he uttered that, Cain detected a surge of icy ferocity in Mirena's eyes. Briefly, it appeared she might lash out.

He hastened to clarify, "Naturally, I'd never presume to request Royal Blutlinie. But surely you have expendable weaklings no one would mourn, or captured foes. All that you provide will bolster the Ocean of the Blood Sun, enabling me to offer much stronger support in the

upcoming fights."

The murderous glint in Mirena's stare gradually ebbed.

The Royal Family's blood in the Aztorus Kingdom was holy—

forbidden to touch, as it underpinned their strength. Yet common Blutlinie held scant value to her, and war captives even less.

The conflict had long since spiraled out of control.

Now, it demanded total annihilation of one faction.

Spare lives offered zero benefit.