The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2439 Chasing after the assassin
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
The assassin's eyes bulged wide with utter shock.
Though he sought to slay his foe, the instant he uttered the Dark Blood Kingdom's name, complete obedience was the reaction he anticipated. The entire Dark Blood Realm acknowledged its supreme command. Folks would bow low, offer thanks for their lives, and yield to any consequence that came.
Not once, not even in his darkest fantasies, had he imagined running into someone so bold as to keep pressing the assault after that name rang out.
And it wasn't merely persisting.
Cain's murderous aura intensified even further.
A wave of primal fear burst forth inside the assassin's spirit. He sensed it plainly—if that next blow connected, death would claim him for sure.
"Damn it!" he bellowed in his mind.
Acting swiftly, a ring on his finger cracked apart.
A rush of shadowy energy burst out right away, enveloping his form in fierce ebony fires.
"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"
As the Blade of the End of Time clashed against the shadowy blaze, a tremendous blast ripped through the heavens.
Cain hadn't restrained himself at all. His goal was to slice the assassin apart—to maim him, shatter his defenses, and pull out all his recollections before the end. That blow carried every bit of his might.
That's precisely why astonishment flickered in Cain's gaze when the edge didn't slice clean through.
The shadowy fires endured.
And right then, those identical fires unleashed a ferocious burst of energy that hurled Cain back, flinging him through the air.
Rage and lethal intent blazed in the assassin's stare. He yearned to rip Cain's heart straight out.
Yet he didn't pause.
He spun around and bolted away.
"You filthy pest... You made me trigger my King's Ring."
A dark and bitter look twisted his features. That ring served as a vital escape artifact, one he'd safeguarded for ages.
And it was squandered now on a task that should've been straightforward.
His velocity surged dramatically.
In mere seconds, he hit the coastline and abandoned the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
A subtle wave of ease washed over his chest.
Safety felt closer now.
"Next time our paths cross," he growled under his breath, "you'll pay back every bit you owe."
A reply came without delay.
"Hmph. Right here I am."
The assassin's eyes popped open as he glanced back.
The Scarlet King loomed just behind.
Cain closed in with horrifying velocity. Scorch scars marred his frame, and blood streaks soiled his garb, but those wounds only amplified his terrifying aura.
Not breaking stride, Cain lifted his blade and sent forth huge sweeps of pale fire that charged ahead with unstoppable force.
The assassin scrambled to evade at once.
However, the severe gash on his torso had drained him more than he cared to confess. A few of those sweeps hit the shroud of shadowy fires cloaking him.
No immediate harm resulted.
Yet the shadowy fires quivered.
Their shielding might diminished a touch.
"What in blazes?" the assassin swore silently. "The reports said his power would fade beyond the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Cut off from its life force and vigor, he shouldn't sustain such ferocity!"
Fury at the spy ring boiled up within him.
They'd overlooked mentioning the odd skill that had turned his lance's impact earlier. And now it showed Cain could still tap the sea's essence even past its borders.
Naturally, Cain had zero plans to clarify.
He just kept up the barrage.
Every hit pounded the shadowy barrier, gradually wearing down its resilience. Once breached, the assassin would lack any way to fight back.
Still, it proved no simple feat.
The shadowy fires' strength was remarkable—way past the Third Realm's pinnacle. They hit the absolute threshold... maybe even went beyond.
Cain shoved away every stray thought.
His pace ramped up time and again as he hammered the pursuit without mercy, while the assassin poured all focus into fleeing.
The pursuit dragged on.
For a solid two weeks.
They spanned vast lands, shredded through immense weather events, and smashed across domains ruled by mighty Omen Beasts.
His ploy was plain: leverage the wild perils to split them apart.
But Cain obliterated each hurdle.
No barrier halted him.
At the same time, terror swelled deeper in the assassin's core.
The shadowy fires' protection had dipped to a dire point.
His state had deteriorated steadily. The chest injury wouldn't mend, with the pale flames gripping his skin, endlessly chilling and blocking his life force.
Suddenly—
Right when hopelessness started to grip him—
It came into view.
A gigantic city loomed on the distant skyline.
It sprawled hugely.
A grand urban center, dwarfing the Aztorus Kingdom's seat of power.
Renewed optimism flooded his veins.
"I am Averus Coldrien, High Lord of the Dark Blood Kingdom!" he bellowed at full volume. "Grant me the Heartcram Kingdom's shelter!"
Cain's gaze turned razor-sharp right away.
From the Kalous King's extracted thoughts, he recognized Heartcram.
One of the five mighty kingdoms governing the Dark Blood Realm.
Its might eclipsed Aztorus by far.
And to Cain's misfortune, though the Dark Blood Kingdom's title held no sway over him, it held great sway for Heartcram.
The reply arrived without pause.
Three forms ascended skyward from the urban sprawl.
Each emanated the essence of an Alpha-Omega Overgod.
Leading them was a youthful, striking female.
Her lengthy silver locks trailed in the wind, and her Ancestor Eye gleamed steadily on her brow. Her demeanor stayed peaceful, kind, and utterly mismatched with the immense force she exuded.
No aggression marked her face.
Just tranquility.
She moved ahead a bit and addressed him in a gentle, crisp tone.
"My friend," she said, "steady your spirit. We'll settle this through talk."
The instant her words reached Cain—
The hold on the Blade of the End of Time eased a fraction.