The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2429 Standing above time
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Eonar and Lortar gripped their fists tightly.
Hesitation gave way to icy determination, with fierce resolve sparking in their
gazes. No further words passed between them; they simply nodded at each other—and then released all their pent-up power.
Their powers exploded outward.
A massive surge of fiery red shot up from Lortar's form, as a gigantic shaft of intense blue burst forth from Eonar. Waves of scorching heat and time's might intertwined, ripping apart the heavens while the paired columns soared into the skies.
In the very next moment, the two kings disappeared.
They materialized right in front of the Blood King amid a warp of twisted space, traveling at such velocity that even a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod would find it hard to keep up. Even with their severe injuries, their pace stayed utterly ferocious.
It happened in under a single beat.
Lortar's halberd and Eonar's sword came crashing down from both sides, converging on Cain's throat like the jaws of an enormous shear, timed flawlessly to sever his head in one blow. For that split second, the two Royal Blutlinie sensed victory. They had cornered him.
Then—
Cain disappeared.
He rematerialized several meters back from where he stood, the strikes cutting through nothing but the void left by his former spot.
"Teleportation?"
That identical idea raced through the minds of both leaders.
It ought to have been impossible. Their powers and Omen Forces saturated the field of battle, distorting space-time to such an extreme that even brief jumps via teleportation should've collapsed.
Yet reason had long since lost its grip.
They confronted a being who had consumed the forces of two entire realms to temper his frame.
With no pause, the pair of kings displayed the expertise honed over endless eras of conflict. They spun their forms in mid-swing, channeling their drive smoothly into fresh assaults as their arms thrust ahead once more.
The halberd and blade ripped across the atmosphere like meteors that could shatter worlds, targeted straight at Cain's torso.
Cain faded away again.
He popped up a meter off to the side, the edges grazing past him by mere inches.
Stunned surprise hit Eonar and Lortar—but they pressed on.
They struck once more.
And yet again.
Their actions flowed without flaw, arms coordinating in ideal harmony, sealing off any potential escape route. Every blow held the might to
annihilate an Alpha-Omega Overgod.
But each time—
Cain evaded right at the last moment.
He kept reappearing, always just out of their grasp.
Inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun, the Royal Guards drew on its life force to mend their injuries. Hades and Satan furrowed their brows intensely while observing the duel overhead.
What bothered them wasn't terror.
It was bewilderment.
"Why are they..." Satan whispered, his dragon-like eyes narrowing further. "...acting so sluggishly?"
At the start of the confrontation, Lortar and Eonar had dashed with horrifying velocity—so rapid that even Satan could scarcely track
them with his vision.
But now?
Now they operated just a bit quicker than a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod.
"It has to be the Ancestor Power from our Creator," Hades declared gravely. "It's tied to time. He must be dragging them to a crawl."
"No."
Morningstar denied it right away.
His sharp, examining stare intensified, shimmering softly as he scanned the scene.
His tone lowered, laced with wonder.
"He's achieving way beyond that. Observe the power flows encircling
him."
Hades and Satan concentrated, their perceptions zeroing in on the bursts of force released amid each collision.
They went rigid.
The power was decelerating.
Blazes stretched out in bizarre ways. Blast waves inched along rather than
bursting. Even rays of light curved lazily when nearing Cain.
"...Reality is grinding to a halt," Morningstar murmured softly.
"And the worst aspect is this—while trapped in the domain,
you fail to notice your own slowdown."
Astonishment spread among the Royal Guards.
For an ability to twist reality's pace so stealthily that those affected couldn't
detect it—
Such dominion transcended time entirely.
It overshadowed all Ancestor Powers they had ever seen.
Morningstar's judgment rang true.
Eonar and Lortar processed thoughts more slowly. Responded more slowly. Acted
more slowly.
The influence crept in deviously and totally.
Since they couldn't detect it, resistance proved futile.
Naturally, despite this restraint, their velocity stayed alarming—swift enough to slaughter a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod in a flash.
But as reality dragged around Cain, he navigated with total ease.
Not just with ease—
He surged at dominating velocity.
So swift that even Late Alpha-Omega Overgods would falter in tracing him visually.
This confrontation stemmed not from hubris.
Cain sought this bout to gauge his limits.
It marked the Scarlet King's initial real skirmish in Paradise, and he craved insight—a true grasp of his capabilities. To foster his Primordial Essence sufficiently for ascending the Flow, he'd demand vastly superior might.
And he refused to progress at a snail's pace. Millennia or centuries weren't options. He aimed to come back within decades, forcing cultivation at a breakneck rate.
That route demanded seizure.
It demanded domination.
It demanded warfare.
As Cain sharpened his grasp of his velocity and command,
Eonar abruptly pulled away.
He rocketed back, materializing thousands of meters distant in a blink, abandoning Lortar to face the Blood King solo.
On the surface, it seemed like fleeing.
Cain recognized otherwise.
"So he's picked up on it," Cain mused steadily.
"His command of the Omen of Time must be remarkable to sense
it."
Eonar's eyes bulged as he created space, jaws grinding as he at last perceived it.
The warp.
The aberration.
"What sort of ability is this?" Eonar grumbled, thoughts whirling. "It impacts time... yet it looms over time."
Innumerable ideas flooded his head—but he stamped them down with steely control.
"Fall back!" he bellowed.
Lortar wasted no time.
He broke off contact right away, withdrawing from Cain's vicinity using every ounce of his leftover strength. His skill with time lagged far behind Eonar's, yet he'd witnessed plenty.
The odd patterns in power. The bizarre rhythm of actions.
The fact stood plain.
A chill of fear swept his soul.
The two kings shared one look. Words weren't necessary.
No words were required.
They grasped the identical truth. Their strategy had failed.
And if they kept battling this way— They would perish without grasping the reason.