The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2418 Soul Manipulation

The chaos over the Ocean of the Blood Sun battlefield ignited once again in a frenzy of destruction—yet now, the Kalous Kingdom's forces no longer commanded the upper hand.

With unyielding savagery, Hades and Satan hammered forward in their attack. Strike after strike hammered into Gilgark, each impact ripping apart healed gashes and slicing further into his battered flesh and skeleton.

Crimson fluid gushed out unchecked as the wounds piled up, the enormous frame of the Royal Blutlinie starting to reveal clear fatigue.

Without doubt, Gilgark's retaliations proved utterly terrifying. Each swing crushed bones, burst vital organs, and unleashed tremors rippling through the forms of Satan and Hades.

However, while they stayed immersed in the Ocean of the Blood Sun, the pair of Royal Guards could absorb punishment without limit. Even should their forms collapse completely, the sea's life essence would sustain them—hardly operational, yet persisting.

And that sufficed.

Not distant from that savage confrontation, a brilliant grin lit Mirena's face as she unleashed a mighty thrust into Orfin's torso, the crack of shattering bones resounding through the heavens.

The Royal Blutlinie from the Dark Blood Kingdom gritted her jaws, compelling her body to steady as she hurtled rearward.

Simultaneously, bewilderment clawed at her thoughts.

"How...?"

Her Ancestor Power stood as remarkable. Regardless of how sharp someone's senses or spirit became, it ought to prove impossible to separate her authentic form from her illusions.

Nevertheless—Mirena targeted her real self with every hit.

What escaped Orfin's notice was the faint variance in the Flow.

With Cain freed from channeling all his concentration into fostering the last Royal Guard's chrysalis, he could divert some awareness. Via The Flow's might, he pinpointed the tiny ripples signaling Orfin's genuine location—and relayed that detail straight to Mirena's consciousness.

This granted her a vital superiority.

In the meantime, the fiercest and most devastating showdown stayed locked between Morningstar and Sky Terror.

Not even Cain managed to pinpoint the Crown Prince's precise spot inside the colossal demon-dragon entity. The monster loomed far too gigantic, drenched too thoroughly in spirit and power.

But such a barrier held no sway over Morningstar.

If tracing the Crown Prince amid the creature eluded him—

He would merely eradicate its entirety.

Morningstar conjured a staff within his grip right as a gigantic talon swooped down upon him. The talon dwarfed entire cities; the staff measured merely several meters.

Still, upon impact, neither gave ground.

Cold, otherworldly murderous aura blazed in Sky Terror's gaze—an aura not native to the creature, but stemming from a spirit concealed far inside.

Without hesitation, the Omen Beast's other limb stirred.

In an instant, both enormous paws slammed shut.

The collision ground all in its midst to dust.

As the claws parted—

They clutched at empty air.

"What are you looking for?" Morningstar's tone boomed from overhead.

He plummeted like a comet, crashing his staff against Sky Terror's cranium. Bone-splitting thunder roared over the field as the Omen Beast got hurled directly from the air.

It crashed into the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Monumental surges burst forth when the huge form hit the waves. Instantly, Cain grasped the chance, pouring all his strength into directing the sea itself.

Myriad crimson currents rushed high, hauling Sky Terror down to the profoundest depths—toward a realm where even a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod might dissolve away.

"ARGHHHHHHH!"

A hellish bellow ripped across the skies.

Sky Terror detonated a colossal burst of shadowy plasma, shattering the blood surges and propelling itself skyward anew. The raw might chilled the soul—Middle Alpha-Omega Overgods would have sunk and vanished in moments.

Still, the Omen Beast suffered a steep toll.

That blast drained a vast reserve of power and vital essence

force.

Before Sky Terror could inhale once more, Morningstar had closed in.

His armament morphed into a gigantic halberd as he slashed with crushing might, slicing clean through the beast's spine.

The strike held such ferocity that it lopped off one of Sky Terror's wings. A

wing that the blood sea devoured in mere heartbeats.

The Omen Beast howled in torment, craning its head to fire a focused ray of shadowy plasma at Morningstar.

Regrettably for Sky Terror, its prime asset doubled as its fatal flaw.

Its colossal bulk.

Matching his build with flawless agility and prowess, Morningstar chuckled while vaulting upward, evading the ray effortlessly before diving back to press the onslaught.

Buried deep inside Sky Terror's frame, the Crown Prince scowled.

The chill and slaughterous urge in his core deepened as he felt

the harm ravaging the Omen Beast, and grasped that without swift action, defeat loomed. But as his awareness grazed the Ocean of the Blood Sun, that rage gradually warped into a sinister grin.

"The soul that has taken the Ocean of the Blood Sun as its host...

It is the one controlling the trio."

His grin broadened.

The Crown Prince's authentic Ancestor Power had never involved Omen Beast

manipulation.

That served as deception—a useful one.

Should others uncover his power's real essence, none would venture near him.

"I possess a limited number of slots," the Crown Prince whispered to himself. "I had intended to reserve the last one for my father or the

High Prince of the Aztorus Kingdom. But they never appeared."

His stare intensified.

"This... may be an even greater prize."

Letting Sky Terror battle on raw impulse, the Crown Prince lowered the beast's fighting prowess—but it held no importance. Should his scheme prevail, the conflict would conclude in a flash.

He drew a deliberate, calm inhalation.

Then shut his eyes.

His spirit expanded outward, creating a conduit that linked straight to

the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

"Soul Manipulation."

The instant those terms escaped his mouth, an unseen link materialized—

binding his spirit to the immense, scarlet awareness lurking below the

battlefield.