The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2421 Danger and opportunity

Kriz's eyes suddenly widened when the harsh truth hit him like a thunderbolt.

Should the leaders of the Aztorus Kingdom discover that he caused the alliance to shatter—right when the Ocean of the Blood Sun's forces became strong enough to challenge Late Alpha-Omega Overgods—he'd face dire consequences. This wasn't just a small error in diplomacy; it represented a massive tactical failure.

The fallout might prove devastating.

In the mildest scenario, his power would be revoked, and he'd be pushed aside. In the direst case... the Kingdom could withhold the materials required to regrow his lost arm. Within Paradise, where strength defined value, this kind of penalty equaled banishment.

Fury boiled up inside Kriz's heart.

He whipped around to face Mirena, his stare blazing with accusation and disloyalty. But the lady held her ground under his intense look, her stance composed, her face peaceful—nearly pleased.

Saying nothing at all, Mirena placed her fist against her chest and offered a deep bow of respect to the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Afterward, she pivoted and departed.

The Prima Deities and ArchDeities from the Aztorus Kingdom had wrapped up their fights already. Noticing Mirena's exit, they trailed after her quietly. Warriors who came with Kriz paused just a moment before deciding to join her departure.

In the end, when everything cleared up, it was obvious who held the upper hand.

Kriz's hands balled into tight fists, his nails biting into the flesh of his palms. He shot a final look at the Ocean of the Blood Sun, resentment and anger churning in his gaze—but he held his tongue. He wouldn't risk words with the Royal Guards nearby.

Having no alternative, he spun on his heel and walked away.

It was only once the Aztorus Kingdom's Blutlinie had fully pulled back that the Royal Guards relaxed their vigilance.

The three plunged steadily into the Ocean of the Blood Sun, letting its life force and power envelop them. Broken bones mended anew, torn organs healed on their own, and weary souls steadied as the red ocean throbbed with vigor.

"Creator," Hades intoned gravely, his tone laden with worry, "is ending the alliance truly a smart move? The Kalous Kingdom is still too powerful for us three alone to overcome."

Morningstar let out a chilly huff.

"When facing one of their fighters head-on, I'm sure I could hold my own against anyone."

His tone remained firm, yet his gaze then intensified.

"Plus, thanks to the Ocean of the Blood Sun's present vitality, our ranks will rise in mere years. When that occurs, we won't merely hold them off—we'll crush whatever they throw at us."

Cain absorbed their words quietly, a hint of approval awakening in his spirit.

Bold. Overbearing—yet not foolish. Self-assured, while peering ahead into the future.

Impressive.

"The reality," Cain stated evenly, "is that our peril runs deeper than you know."

The Royal Guards tensed up.

"The Crown Prince's death along with his followers isn't simply a blow to the Kalous Kingdom. Those were fighters from the Dark Blood Kingdom. Kalous must now account for their demise."

Cain's tone chilled further.

"Retaliation will come from them. Using all their strength. It's likely the Kalous King will personally intervene."

The Royal Guards' eyes grew wide, their faces shifting to gravity.

"So why dissolve the alliance?" Hades inquired softly.

Morningstar cut in before Cain could respond.

"Because it had lost all use," he declared bluntly. "If we are to face

the full might of the Kalous Kingdom, we need allies who will stand

and fight—not retreat at the first scent of death."

A subtle curve touched Cain's mouth.

"Precisely."

His words flowed on, measured and purposeful.

"We need a pact that sends its mightiest fighters to the heart of the conflict. The Aztorus Kingdom will provide that—since battling inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun offers them huge gains."

The three gave nods of agreement. The reasoning held firm.

Even so, doubt shadowed Satan's features.

"Should the Ocean of the Blood Sun turn into the ultimate battleground... the

side effects will be enormous."

"That's correct," Cain answered steadily. "Yet it makes no difference."

A subtle glow lit his eyes.

"Assuming all goes according to scheme, that clash will act as the spark I need to finish my new form—driving it past its imagined boundaries."

The Royal Guards inclined their heads promptly. Loyalty to their Creator ran unbreakable.

Days slipped by.

The three mended completely from their wounds, rising even more potent. They swept through nearby territories, seizing every area brimming with life energy and channeling its core back to the Ocean of the Blood Sun to fuel its expansion.

In the meantime, Cain delved deep within himself.

With care, he examined the recollections pulled from Orfin and Gilgark.

"Just as I thought," Cain whispered, "the Crown Prince marked them with

soul seals unbeknownst to them."

Shadows fell over his eyes.

"Such a frightening power."

This insight steeled Cain's determination. Paradise's Ancestor Powers posed threats far greater than many grasped. Once more, Cain bolstered his soul barriers, stacking protections layer by layer, ensuring no weakness remained.

Having drawn out all useful elements, he encased Orfin's and Gilgark's souls in golden orbs prior to devouring them.

The task wrapped up swiftly.

The Crown Prince's body and those of his allies melted into streams

of life force and power, which Cain channeled into the fourth cocoon. In reply, the Ocean of the Blood Sun swelled powerfully, its strength

expanding in plain sight.

Following that was the cleansing of their Ancestor Drops.

As the ritual ended, Cain halted briefly.

A spark of astonishment crossed his gaze.

The refined Ancestor Drop of the Crown Prince measured almost three

times larger than the ones from Orfin and Gilgark, even though the other

pair had superior cultivation ranks.

"Purity," Cain pondered aloud, "holds true supremacy."

Excitement coursed through his essence.

"An Ancestor Power's strength and potency link straight to it."

The Ancestor Drop in his creation shone perfect—utterly pure at 100%.

Cain's breathing grew measured.

"I can't fathom the abilities this will bestow."

A soft grin formed.

"Should it boost velocity... that would prove ideal."

Staying concentrated, Cain shifted his focus to the leftover

Blutlinie and pressed on with the ritual.