The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2424 Fire and temporal energy

Eonar's gaze expanded in shock upon seeing the might released by those metallic cubes. One fact stood out to him clearly—the Kalous Kingdom by itself couldn't possibly have created arms of such superior quality.

"A present from the Dark Blood Kingdom?" he pondered darkly.

Considering the history tied to the Kalous Kingdom's Crown Prince, this stood as the sole logical conclusion.

Nevertheless, Eonar refused to let his focus waver for an instant. His airborne stronghold had endured devastating harm, with huge portions melted into ruins, and it teetered on the brink of plunging into the blood sea.

Yet, it still functioned. Acting swiftly, he shifted the primary guns of the fortress, switching aims from the Royal Blutlinie of the Kalous Kingdom to the enormous cubes hovering above.

Even as the fortress started descending toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun due to the leftover impact of the assault, it unleashed its volley.

Dazzling beams of power ripped across the heavens, slamming into the pair of dark metal cubes with crushing intensity. The runic formations

etched onto their exteriors broke apart sequentially, while the

devices were hurled deep into the horizon, spinning wildly before vanishing past the edges of the conflict zone.

The climactic showdown of the war had just kicked off, yet both factions had already destroyed artifacts that could slay Alpha-Omega Overgods.

This fact highlighted something vital.

The fight wouldn't drag on through exhaustion.

No prolonged deadlock or tentative tests would occur.

Instead, it promised a savage, unrelenting confrontation where each side threw their full arsenal right from the start.

Across the field of battle, Eonar and Lortar's stares met.

Not a word passed between them before they disappeared.

Their speeds were so immense that reality itself lagged behind. When their punches finally met, a burst of flames and time-based forces erupted, twisting the fabric of space-time. Ripples of shock spread out, shredding clouds and bending the terrain beneath.

Cain's vision focused intensely.

He drove the Power of Chaos and the Flow to their utmost, slicing through veils of existence to dissect the skills, powers, and weaknesses of the two rulers. Each piece of data burned itself into his thoughts.

Encircling the duo of kings, the remaining Royal Blutlinie charged into the fray.

The firmament burst with hues as myriad special powers erupted. Fire, bolts of electricity, darkness, blood, steel, and emptiness smashed together in awe-inspiring chaos.

Morningstar, Hades, and Satan battled as a unit, creating a perfect three-sided setup against one foe.

Facing a single enemy with three seemed inefficient, but none from the Aztorus Kingdom raised doubts.

For their adversary was a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod.

He went by Javis, heading the hired mercenary Royal Blutlinie serving the Kalous King.

His bodily might proved fearsome, but his true threat lay in his Ancestor Gift—total control over shadows. He shaped them into tools of war, crafting cords, swords, lances, and shields effortlessly. Even worse, those shadows could penetrate Morningstar's toughened body.

Still, the three Royal Guards held their ground.

Their coordination shone perfectly, forged in endless fights. Vital forces and energy flowed through them, boosting their might, quickness, and reflexes to extraordinary levels.

Morningstar spearheaded the assault.

He held the greatest power.

And the supreme velocity.

His figure smeared into a streak as he shredded shadow lances, bridging the gap in a flash. With his enormous sword, he swung toward Javis's throat.

Yet, right before contact, endless shadow threads appeared, coiling around the weapon and halting it just inches from the mark.

Javis's expression drained of color.

The sheer force in that blow chilled him.

Even so, he twisted his lips into a broad smirk.

"A creature like you could never-"

The Royal Blutlinie didn't complete his words.

A savage boot crashed into his chin, propelling him upward like

a shooting star.

"Damn it!" Javis bellowed in his mind, his awareness spinning.

Before regaining his balance, Hades and Satan flanked him.

One released a howling wave of dark fire.

The other flung a gigantic orb of packed power.

"BOOOOOOM!"

The blast lit up the upper atmosphere.

For a fleeting second, victory appeared at hand.

Then, two gigantic shadow fists erupted from the blaze, pounding

into Hades and Satan's torsos with irresistible might. Crimson mist filled the air as the pair flew back in ruin.

As the forces faded, a huge shadow pod revealed itself.

Within, Javis panted hard.

Fissures marred the pod's shell.

His top defense had scarcely endured.

"That it withstood their strike... suffices," he told himself, yet before a single breath could steady him, the event struck.

"CRACK!"

The Royal Blutlinie's stare bulged in dread.

A rod broke through the pod from overhead.

Morningstar dropped like a deity of combat, his grin icy and pitiless. He channeled extra force into the rod, driving it toward Javis's shoulder blade. The crack of fracturing bones rang out over the field as Javis soared away again.

Other Royal Blutlinie couldn't resist eyeing the group—particularly Morningstar.

The Royal Guard proved a beast.

And he pulled this off without drawing on outside power boosts.

He wasn't alone in stealing the spotlight either.

Mirena unleashed strength that surpassed the Aztorus Kingdom's

past recollections. Her raw force dominated, and the pace of her energy drain alarmed—though it showed no signs of

waning.

It wasn't long before the Kalous Kingdom's troops grasped the

reality.

The Ocean of the Blood Sun funneled its essence straight to

her.

Fury ignited in their cores.

But within the Aztorus Kingdom's Royal Blutlinie, a different feeling

stirred.

Avarice.

A sinister gleam flashed in their gazes.

Quiet signals flowed into the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Demands.

In the following moment, the sea responded.

Rushes of red power flooded their forms, bestowing them dominant edges over their rivals.

The Scarlet King offered pure benevolence, seeming keen to aid the Aztorus Kingdom's warriors.

Yet buried in his essence, an excitement rose—chilling and addictive.

Each fresh bond.

Each spirit tie.

Each strand of reliance.

All drew him nearer to his grand ambition.