The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2426 Soul Sundering Technique

The entire battlefield halted in one tense, breathless instant as the dazzling light engulfed both monarchs.

As the glow started to dim, the Kalous King appeared first. Scorch marks covered parts of his form with charred skin, and his scales split open and turned dark, though the wounds remained superficial. He hadn't been the actual focus of that strike.

Next, from the fading explosion, the Aztorus King rose up.

His state was much graver.

One side of Eonar's face had turned to inert gray rock through intense burning, the skin seared so completely that bits flaked off with each twitch. His left arm vanished altogether-shrunk to a rough stump of merged bone and cinders. Even his noble armor fused into his flesh, twisted out of shape beyond repair.

Still, in spite of those ghastly injuries, Eonar showed no pause.

The moment he steadied himself, he unleashed the Blade of the End of Times with all his remaining strength.

A pair of enormous arcs of packed time energy ripped through the atmosphere, slicing directly at the metal cubes. Those relics had already drained most of their energy in the prior assault. Their symbols glowed faintly, failing to build any solid shield.

They shattered right away.

Pieces of mangled metal and broken symbols fell like rain into the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Only after that did Eonar drop his blade.

His stare avoided Lortar.

Instead, it dropped down-toward the expansive red sea underneath.

"Useless trash," he snarled, anger simmering under his calm

surface. "If you had lasted just one more second, this fight would have ended."

He forced down that wrath.

Dealing with the Ocean of the Blood Sun could wait. Lortar needed to fall first.

Disregarding the pain howling through his broken frame, Eonar charged ahead. His one good arm gripped the sword tighter, his murderous aura honing to a deadly point.

Lortar suffered severe harm too. Crimson flowed from the intersecting cuts on his torso, and his breaths came ragged. But spotting that Eonar couldn't wield his left arm anymore, a fierce glint of opportunity flared in his gaze.

The fire of combat inside him surged anew.

A shot at victory lingered.

Once again, the two rulers smashed together, their impact sending blasts of ruin that spread through the heavens. Though drained and badly hurt, every blow held immense power, their resolve shining fiercer than logic.

Over the field of war, the conflict among the Royal Blutlinie entered its closing phase.

Injuries covered fighters on both flanks, gore and torn tissue pouring nonstop into the waters beneath. Still, the edge went plainly to the Aztorus Kingdom. Their greater numbers, paired with the life force and power drawn from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, let them push their foes without mercy.

Cain took in the whole scene.

No motion slipped past his awareness.

"It's just a question of time," he mused with icy detachment. "At this ferocity, not one will keep a whole soul. Their Ancestor Drops will get damaged as they drop into the sea. The moment has arrived."

Resolve solidified in the Scarlet King.

His mind stretched out, linking to each golden sphere he had shaped in the last year-relics born from the essences of myriad Blutlinie and Omen Beasts he had slain and

processed.

The soldiers of both realms stayed lost in the fray, blind to it all.

Yet suddenly, their senses blared.

A crushing wave of peril burst in their thoughts, so fierce it made even Alpha-Omega Overgods flinch. Fighters pulled back from their rivals on reflex, creating space

between them as they glanced below.

The sight chilled their veins.

Golden spheres lit up over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

They arranged in circles.

The initial circle had three spheres.

The next one nine.

The one after, twenty-seven.

Every following circle grew by multiplying by three.

The outermost circle-

-held 19,683 golden orbs.

bewilderment swept the warzone. Combatants from the

Kalous Kingdom and the Aztorus Kingdom gaped in shock, failing

to grasp the display before them.

All but one.

Eonar knew the design at once.

His eyes bulged.

"Impossible," he pondered. "We only shared the method for

the first three circles. How did he master the Soul Sundering

Technique?"

Stunned, he quashed it in a flash.

Lifting his sword, Eonar readied to hammer the Ocean of the Blood

Sun with his final reserves.

He moved too slowly.

His ruined form failed him.

Before any action, all the golden orbs exploded at the same time.

A massive rush of soul energy burst forth. The blasts connected, sphere by sphere, circle by circle, forming a huge golden-and-blue net that spanned the whole sea.

The Soul Sundering Technique triggered completely.

A ruinous pulse of soul strength rushed skyward, stabbing through the clouds and crashing into the psyches and essences of every Blutlinie in the

Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Cries burst from the Royal Blutlinie.

Not cries of hurt-

-but of utter destruction.

Their thoughts seemed ripped to shreds strand by strand. Ideas broke apart. Recollections splintered. The torment proved so total that clear thinking vanished.

As for the vast multitudes of ordinary Blutlinie-

They didn't even cry out.

The soul force smashed them in an instant, knocking them senseless before response. Their forms dropped like precipitation into the crimson depths below.

The method consumed them.

Essences got swallowed, boosting the Soul Sundering Technique more. Frames and Ancestor Drops got claimed by the sea, processed, and funneled straight to the pod holding Cain's reborn form.

Strength swelled.

Transformation sped up.

Eonar and Lortar gritted their jaws, their essences strong enough to avoid full breakdown-but even they reeled from the onslaught.

They met gazes.

Awareness flashed between them right away.

Their conflict got stolen.

The Blood King had no plan to back either faction.

He planned to devour them entirely.

Loathing still flared between the pair-but for the first time, they

shared a grave nod.

Swiveling together toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun, their blades

flared with deadly purpose.

The grudge between the Aztorus Kingdom and the Kalous

Kingdom wouldn't conclude this day.

But before that-

They would crush the entity bold enough to make them into quarry.