The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2414 Last Royal Guard

"That is... unsettling."

A deep and solemn tone filled the blood avatar's voice this time, devoid of any pretense. Cain truly sensed the heavy pressure weighing upon him.

Though Mirena and her Royal Guard could hunt Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beasts, an vast chasm separated those from a Late Stage one. Even more alarming, the Crown Prince's soul fusion with such a beast would elevate its might further, attaining a level capable of ravaging whole battlefields single-handedly.

The havoc it might unleash was horrifying—potentially sufficient to interfere with the development of Cain's new form.

Cain directed his focus to the remaining cocoon of the Royal Guard. A complex look appeared on his features.

He had intentionally meddled with that cocoon's development, purposefully postponing its emergence. By channeling souls and life essence from Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beasts, he had cultivated it to an astonishing extent, pushing its base well past ordinary limits.

"If I rouse him at this point," Cain pondered steadily, "he would already outstrip Satan and Hades. Yet, that would pale in comparison to his potential if granted full gestation."

The blood avatar faced Mirena once more, a vivid crimson light flaring in its empty sockets.

"My lady," it stated steadily, "you ought to check if more reinforcements can be sent. We've made impressive strides, and it would be a profound loss to forfeit it all just as we near Kalous City's edges."

Even though the Power of Chaos let Cain gently sway

Mirena's thoughts, he stayed vigilant.

With the Power of Order, he might have imposed his intent and shaped her choices to his wishes. Chaos, however,

followed distinct rules. It demanded harmony, synchronization, and agreement—no matter how subtle.

Cain had established that link already, though it remained fragile. Press too forcefully, and it would break.

Luckily, his proposal matched Mirena's own goals seamlessly. The Ocean of the Blood Sun's growth marked a clear triumph in battle, and giving it up now was inconceivable. She gave a nod to the blood avatar and promptly sent communications to the main base.

Cain seized every instant.

He funneled almost all his assets and focus into the Royal Guard's cocoon, hastening its progress to the utmost. His personal form could hold off. Without neutralizing this danger, nothing else counted.

Tension mounted day after day in the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Updates from the northern front kept coming, each depicting a grimmer scene of the Crown Prince's push forward. His crushing triumphs compelled the Aztorus Kingdom's troops to fall back repeatedly, underscoring his fearsome strength. Yet, a faint ray of optimism emerged.

Reinforcements had come at last.

A tall, lean Royal Blutlinie arrived on the scene, flanked by a full company of top-tier Blutlinie fighters—and two enormous obsidian obelisks pulsing with age-old, crushing aura.

A smile tugged at Mirena's mouth as she identified the arrival.

The blood avatar formed next to her, and they joined hands before exchanging nods.

"Brother Kriz," Mirena greeted fondly, "I'm thrilled they chose to send you."

"Naturally," Kriz answered composedly.

Slim yet remarkably lofty, he held a stiff and authoritative stance. Ignoring the blood avatar completely, he fixed his eyes on the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

"This stands as a vital element in our campaign," he went on. "You've nurtured it effectively. We must not let such an advantage slip away."

His words laid bare his viewpoint plainly.

In his mind, the blood ocean and the Blood King served merely as instruments.

Nevertheless, Cain kept the avatar's courteous bearing and welcomed Kriz with respect. Only once the rituals ended did Kriz direct his regard to the blood avatar.

"From our reports," Kriz noted, "you possess the ability to

bolster anyone in your domain."

"Indeed," the avatar responded fluidly. "I can sustain the boost for two hours on one person, or spread that

duration across several targets."

Kriz gave a single nod, then issued a resolute, directive command.

"Show me."

This wasn't a request—it was a demand for Cain to infuse his strength into

him.

Regarding any perils, Kriz brushed them aside. Mirena had endured no harm, and his hubris was so profound that he deemed the Blood King incapable of injuring him, even deliberately.

Cain gladly complied.

Immediately, vigor and force flooded into Kriz's frame.

"BOOM!"

A surge of golden might burst forth around him, rattling the atmosphere. Kriz's eyes grew wide, and a wide smile broke over his face as he experienced

the tremendous surge in strength.

"Outstanding," he proclaimed. "This might truly merits the struggle."

Cain dipped the avatar's head in thanks.

Kriz's ongoing perception of him as a simple instrument didn't matter. To

Cain, Kriz, Mirena, and all other Blutlinie held far lesser value

than that.

Without pause, Kriz and Mirena reorganized the defenses encircling the Ocean of the Blood Sun. The pair of obsidian obelisks took position at its heart, creating a potent barrier and

enhancement formation.

While the new arrivals offered some comfort, unease swiftly resurfaced.

The Crown Prince had secured the northern line.

Having driven back his foes, he and his horde shifted their complete focus to the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Seven days elapsed.

Finally, the troops hovering over the scarlet waters detected it.

The Crown Prince drew near.

As Sky Terror loomed on the skyline, a crushing wave of fear engulfed the field. The gigantic Omen Beast's sheer existence shattered spirits. Its scales shone with daunting toughness, leaving many minor Blutlinie questioning if their mightiest strikes could mar it.

This beast could annihilate them with ease.

Satan, Hades, Mirena, and Kriz all channeled their power to maximum as

they gazed at the silhouettes atop the creature's crown.

A colossal, choking force settled over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.