The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2417 Morningstar

Mirena along with the surviving Blutlinie from the Aztorus Kingdom paused, unsure of their next move.

The Royal Guard's recent action might well be viewed as outright aggression toward their realm—a clear breach of the tenuous pact with the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

However, Kriz had already voided that pact by commanding a total withdrawal. Through this, he had basically left the Ocean of the Blood Sun to its doom, stripping him of any right to direct the Royal Guard.

The white man appeared completely indifferent. To him, those Blutlinie meant nothing, and regardless of their response, he believed he could still turn the battle and safeguard the blood

ocean.

His smile lingered as he stood, face etched with a savage edge, raw bloodlust blazing in his eyes while he faced the last two Royal Blutlinie from the Dark Blood Kingdom.

Satan and Hades sprang into action without delay.

Their gazes intensified, power erupting wildly as they lunged at Gilgark in flawless unison. Claws slashed from high and low, intersecting in a lethal clamp.

Right as their blows connected, the restraints on Gilgark broke apart.

Yet the Royal Blutlinie had scarcely a second to relish his release.

The paired claw assaults ripped through the thick muscles across his torso, shredding packed layers of meat and skeleton before hurling him airborne like a gory projectile.

Gilgark possessed terrifying might. His Ancestor Power enabled him

to merge muscle from fellow Royal Blutlinie into himself, condensing and honing it for unmatched power and toughness. But this very ability rendered recovery immensely challenging.

The wound on his chest proved devastating.

For the Royal Blutlinie, though, even evaluating the harm wasn't possible.

Satan and Hades closed in once more, the Royal Guards igniting their vital essence to claim the fight.

Mirena observed the clash, her hands balling into fists as she shifted her attention to Orfin. Thoughts whirled in her head. Kriz had stressed that pulling back made sense—but forsaking all her efforts stirred deep resentment.

Just when doubt risked freezing her, Cain's words resounded in her thoughts.

"I

apologize for Morningstar's actions," he stated evenly. "He has only just been born. His ego is... lively. However, with him, we now have a chance. You saw his power."

Mirena's eyes tightened.

She couldn't refute it. Morningstar had blasted Sky Terror away with one hit.

"We can win," Cain pressed on steadily. "You can secure this victory—and claim all the credit. Become a hero of your kingdom. The one that defeated the Crown Prince and the warriors of the Dark Blood Kingdom."

Visions of fame, success, and acclaim flooded Mirena's mind. Her doubt crumbled, giving way to fierce determination.

In that instant, she rocketed ahead like a streak of brilliance.

Her punch slammed into Orfin's face dead-on.

"BOOM!"

A blast wave swept over the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Orfin's bonds snapped as her head cracked, and she spun through the sky, crimson trailing in her path.

With Mirena's full commitment, the battlefield flared up anew.

The Prima Deity and Archdeity Blutlinie of the Aztorus Kingdom bellowed as they pressed their attack, cutting down Kalous fighters and dumping their remains into the blood ocean.

Joy flooded Cain's awareness as the chaos steadied—but it soon yielded to tangled reflections as he focused on Morningstar.

"His ego and sense of self outstrip Satan’s and Hades’ by far... Does that stem from his advanced cultivation, or the Blutlinie souls I used to raise him?"

Cain pondered the matter for a moment.

Then set it aside.

"What counts above all is his power—and there, he surpasses what I anticipated."

While Mirena and the other Royal Guards dove back into combat with their foes, Morningstar advanced.

He streaked like a ray of light at Sky Terror, which had recently reclaimed command of its enormous frame and was firing off volleys of

dark plasma orbs.

Morningstar's grin stretched broader.

He joined his twin batons, merging them fluidly into one halberd. With astonishing speed, he plunged at the Omen Beast, evading certain shots and slicing through others, before slamming into its throat.

His stare fixed on the Crown Prince.

"ZNNNNNNNNNN-"

Flesh rending rang out as Morningstar slashed a fiery trail down Sky Terror's spine, gore erupting behind him as he narrowed the gap, halberd poised to cleave the Crown Prince apart.

In the last second—

The Crown Prince dissolved into Sky Terror's form, disappearing from view.

Morningstar's eyes honed in. He lifted his halberd, set to smash the Omen Beast's head and drag the Crown Prince free by sheer force— When myriad spikes burst from Sky Terror's frame. Morningstar vaulted skyward on reflex as thousands of spikes shot out, blanketing the heavens and rushing at him from all sides.

He grinned.

The halberd divided, becoming dual slim blades. His limbs blurred beyond visibility, twirling them into a raging shield that spun around him.

Each spike that pierced it exploded.

Cain's thrill mounted as he observed.

In crafting Morningstar, he drew from the Primordials and the Masked Race—lineages famed for their dominantly robust physiques. Cain couldn't forge a unity of soul, energy, and form into flawless harmony.

But he crafted an alternative.

A physique where soul and energy wove straight into every cell

upon creation.

Morningstar lacked the ability to project energy outward. He couldn't employ standard techniques or skills.

Yet in return—

His very form stood at the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.

As for the arms he wielded, they stemmed from his shattered cocoon's remains, able to morph into various shapes, each offering unique traits and impacts.

An ideal armament— For someone like Morningstar.