The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2422 King of the Aztorus Kingdom
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Cain quickly finished purifying all the Ancestor Drops and merging them into his own. With that done, he skipped any break and right away started altering and strengthening his freshly upgraded form, polishing each part with utmost precision.
Even though the Scarlet King trusted that the Aztorus Kingdom would see the importance of making the Ocean of the Blood Sun the main battleground, he wasn't one to leave his destiny completely in someone else's hands. Backup plans equaled strength.
This explained the emergence of golden spheres at vital spots throughout the blood sea, diving under the scarlet waves as if celestial bodies were being devoured by a crimson tide.
"I really hope these won't just serve to shield against the Kalous Kingdom," the Scarlet King whispered.
A wave of gravity washed over his spirit while he pressed on with his efforts, broadening the Ocean of the Blood Sun and boosting the strength of his renewed physique.
Days flew by. Followed by weeks.
Still, no trace of the Kalous Kingdom's leaders appeared.
This lack of movement bothered Cain.
"Have I misread their intentions?" the idea flashed through his thoughts.
Right then, the Scarlet King detected it.
A colossal airborne white citadel was heading straight for the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
Its immense scale was staggering—almost matching a tenth of the blood sea in size. The edifice emanated raw force, with myriad presences clashing and merging, generating force that warped the atmosphere and shadowed the heavens. Cain's senses scanned it in a flash, spotting numerous powerful entities.
But one presence overshadowed them all.
It flared with such ferocity that it twisted the fabric of reality around it.
The citadel stopped right at the boundary of the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Soon after, three silhouettes stepped out from its entrance.
Mirena positioned herself on the left.
Kriz took the right side.
And in the center... loomed a figure who dominated the moment without a single syllable.
His silver-white locks cascaded to his shoulders, his build commanding—flesh honed ideally for swiftness, might, and stamina. Each motion hinted at controlled fury, akin to a blade that had perfected repose. The most captivating feature was the crimson orb set in his brow, glowing fiercer than even the lost Crown Prince of the Kalous Kingdom's.
The three pressed forward, treading upon the Ocean of the Blood Sun's face even as a blood manifestation ascended to greet them.
A subtle grin formed on the mature man's features upon beholding the Blood King's embodiment.
"I am Eonar," he stated evenly. "King of the Aztorus Kingdom."
His tone flowed soft and serene—yet the command laced through it shook the firmament.
Cain assessed him in an instant.
"So this is the power of a King of Paradise.
His bodily prowess matches that of the Monster of the Root... yet his real strength stems from his Ancestor Drops.
And they're completely hidden from my senses.
Dangerous."
These notions raced through Cain's head in under a second.
The blood avatar pressed its palms and executed a profound
bow.
"It is an honor to meet you, King of Aztorus."
Eonar gave a slight smile and inclined his head. Next, his stare intensified as it shifted to Kriz.
The Royal Blutlinie had regrown his lost limb, though his face stayed ashen. The monarch had stressed that Kriz received just enough aid due to the impending conflict. When it concluded, retribution awaited.
Drawing in a steady breath and choking down his arrogance, Kriz bowed his head.
"I seek your pardon," he uttered rigidly. "My speech was impolite and does not reflect the Aztorus Kingdom's intentions."
The blood avatar eyed him for a second.
"Apology accepted."
Nothing more.
Cain swiftly shifted his focus back to Eonar, ignoring
Kriz entirely.
"I presume Your Majesty arrives to discuss our pact."
Eonar affirmed with a nod.
"I'll be straightforward," he declared. "The Kalous Kingdom deployed various artifacts and arrays to stall the northern front, erecting
a barrier of energy we cannot breach. Then, our scouts verified they pulled back in the night, heading to their heartland."
His gaze tightened.
"They're gathering their troops and readying an advance on this spot. Reports also confirm the Kalous King is hiring sellswords from foreign realms to reinforce his ranks."
While talking, Eonar quietly stretched his awareness into the Ocean of the Blood Sun, probing for any ripple of unease or dread in the consciousness that filled it.
He detected nothing.
Just a steady inclination from the blood avatar.
Eonar gave a light shrug and went on.
"Certain advisors in my circle urged us to seize the gap and assault
their citadel while it's vulnerable," he explained. "Yet I envisioned another path."
A glint of icy ruthlessness sparked in the King's eyes.
"We'll shift our army into the Ocean of the Blood Sun and clash with them right here—unleashing our full arsenal."
He motioned to the waters.
"This serves as our turf. Your upgrades provide us a crushing edge. If we maneuver wisely, we'll claim much beyond mere land."
His tone lowered.
"We'll wipe them out."
The blood avatar stayed quiet, though inside Cain, thrill bubbled up.
"No need to persuade them at all."
On the surface, though, the blood avatar showed a contemplative look.
"A fight inside my realm would hugely aid your army," it replied steadily. "However, the fallout would be tremendous. It would ravage my form and essence."
Eonar dipped his head once, then flicked his wrist.
At that, thousands upon thousands of dazed Blutlinie poured from the airborne stronghold, hovering briefly in the sky.
"This ought to cover any harm you suffer amply."
The blood avatar's grin broadened.
The volume was overwhelming. While lacking Royal Blutlinie, their vast numbers made up for the shortfall in refinement.
"Thus," Eonar continued seamlessly, "do we seal our alliance?"
The blood avatar nodded without delay.
Eonar signaled once more.
The forms dropped.
They plummeted.
Myriad surges burst forth as they sank into the core of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, pulled by its flow, contained, and absorbed.