The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2437 Royal Blutlinie assassin

As soon as the orb of pale fire hit the earth, it exploded. An invisible surge radiated out in all directions.

Every barrier array and shielding rune around the city got nullified right away. They didn't break apart or crumble—there was just no fight remaining in them. The Quietus energy didn't wreck anything.

It halted everything.

No blast occurred. No cries rang out. No obvious ruin showed.

All the Blutlinie—along with every other thing in the city—stood immobilized. Figures stopped in mid-action. Blades floated still in the atmosphere. Even particles of dirt and floating sparks hung trapped in total immobility. Nobody got away.

Anyone with the strength to dodge the approaching pale fire had already fought on the field over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Cain's gaze stayed serene while he floated over the quiet city.

He had just doomed a whole populace.

Though he'd always shown no pity, boundaries had existed—particularly for ordinary folks and kids. Luckily, those worries didn't count for the Blutlinie species.

None of them survived without slaying and eating others at every chance. Their breeding differed vastly from humans'. Their pregnancy mimicked the fiercest hunters in nature. They emerged fully formed, and plenty consumed their littermates inside the womb just like sharks.

Innocence didn't exist in this place.

After the Quietus Force locked down the whole city, Cain unleashed his soul energy.

Strands of awareness extended out, connecting to each frozen Blutlinie. Gradually, he pulled them into his spatial

artifacts.

The task proceeded smoothly and systematically.

In mere moments, hundreds of millions of Blutlinie filled his collection.

Naturally, refining every one of their Ancestor Drops would yield a total worth scarcely matching a lone Royal Blutlinie at the Alpha-Omega Overgod stage.

Still, numbers held importance.

Each bit of strength would aid his development.

Upon completion, Cain shifted his sight to the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Yet rather than heading back at once, he veered off course.

The Kalous Kingdom's heart city became his target.

Tension gripped the air in the Kalous capital.

Differing from the unaware calm in Aztorus prior to its downfall, these Blutlinie grasped the peril. Their realm had plunged into a critical conflict with a foe surpassing their might.

Should Aztorus crumble, their end would mirror it.

Nevertheless, despite the strain, their essence stayed unchanged.

Slaughter among the Blutlinie persisted, as they murdered and ingested each other to boost their power. Indeed, the stress merely sped up the carnage. Fighters clashed in frenzy, seeking sufficient might to flee should catastrophe hit.

Cain offered no special treatment.

His moves remained equally brutal.

He slipped into the royal palace, found the Sacred Vault belonging to the Kalous Royal Family, and emptied it of all treasures.

Next, he lifted his hand once more.

Another orb of white fire dropped like a moon.

Silence claimed the city.

Existence paused.

And in short order, Cain gathered up the full populace.

A broad grin spread across the Scarlet King's features while he evaluated his haul.

"Once I process the Ancestor Drops from everyone I've seized," he mused, "my cultivation ought to near the peak of the Early

Alpha-Omega Overgod."

His hands balled into fists amid a rush of thrill.

By his estimates, attaining the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod realm at minimum would grant him a slim shot at defying the current in the Flow.

Each step forward counted.

Moreover, the advantages extended further.

"Their essences will speed my advance in the Omen of Time,

and their vitality proves perfect for training the Savitar

Technique."

Content with the outcome, Cain didn't delay.

He pivoted and soared toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun, his form

cutting through the heavens akin to a meteor.

Soon enough, the Scarlet King reached the spot.

He halted far overhead the expansive red sea and peered below.

A grin formed on his lips.

Sea beasts kept rising from the crimson waves, pursuing

Omen Beasts and hauling their remains down into the abyss. The

whole system strengthened and optimized itself.

No constructed bastion could outmatch the Ocean of the Blood Sun's utility.

It served as a bastion that evolved alongside him.

Cain lingered airborne, his stance at ease as he pondered his progress over the brief span since entering Paradise.

Suddenly—

"ZNNN!"

Out of nowhere, a lance stabbed through his rear and protruded from

his front.

The assailant loomed at his back—a Royal Blutlinie fighter bearing a broad, cruel smirk. Golden fire engulfed his form.

Those flames' might chilled the soul.

As they flared, the nearby atmosphere blazed, and the

heavens over the Ocean of the Blood Sun appeared aflame.

Such a feat showcased immense prowess.

But the assailant's smirk stiffened.

The body he'd impaled started to dissolve.

It amounted to merely a lingering shadow.

"How!?" Dismay widened his stare.

Comprehension eluded him in that instant.

Right then, a figure with crimson eyes materialized at his rear.

Cain unleashed the Blade of the End of Times at maximum force.

A rush of white fire surged forth, swallowing the Royal Blutlinie fighter and hurling him through the air like a fiery meteor.

Cain's face held icy resolve laced with murderous urge.

From the instant he'd neared the Ocean of the Blood Sun, he'd detected a threatening aura. Yet the foe had hidden flawlessly.

Failing to pinpoint him, Cain opted to lure him by feigning vulnerability.

In the crucial second, he deployed Quietus Power to craft a static

duplicate of his form.

The scheme succeeded.

Though peril had loomed.

Had his response lagged by a heartbeat, the lance could have genuinely run him through.

"BOOM!"

A blast resounded over the red sea.

The Royal Blutlinie killer broke loose from the pale fire, golden

blaze bursting about him to incinerate the Quietus Force that had seeped into his frame.