The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2445 Facing the Fourth Realm (I)

Cain drew in a profound breath while ascending high into the heavens over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Beneath him, Morningstar, Satan, and Hades stayed submerged in the

blood-red waves. Their faces held a frosty, impassive demeanor, but the vast power building within them stood poised to burst forth instantly should the need arise.

From the distant horizon, three silhouettes approached.

Yet just one among them seized Cain's full focus.

The figure in the middle exuded a presence so domineering that the heavens quivered beneath its weight. The ground far below split open and quaked, as though a massive legion was trampling across existence instead of merely one person.

Soon enough, the group arrived at the edge of the swelling blood sea.

At their forefront stood the Heartcram King himself.

His stare pierced sharply and icily, fixing on Cain. With a faint motion, he commanded the pair of Royal Blutlinie trailing him to hold their positions as he moved forward by himself.

Cain's gaze sharpened.

"He's formidable. Mightier than Eonar in his prime. One slip from me... and death could claim me."

In an instant, the Blade at the End of Times materialized within his grasp. The Omen of Time coursed fiercely through him, hastening his senses, honing his mind, and boosting his agility to such heights that minor shifts across the field of combat fell entirely within his command.

The Heartcram King stayed equally vigilant.

As soon as Cain unleashed his ability, he detected the warping in time's current surrounding the area. His gut instincts blared an alarm—if he ventured nearer, he'd plunge into a hidden realm where the Scarlet King dominated completely.

Keeping a cautious gap, the ruler addressed him.

"It required effort on my part, but I've uncovered details about you. The intellect orchestrating the Ocean of the Blood Sun—the force that consumed the

Aztorus and Kalous Kingdoms."

Cain felt no shock.

He'd disclosed his moniker, and for a sovereign of the Heartcram Kingdom, linking the rise of the Blood King to the myth of the Scarlet King posed no great challenge.

Moments later, Cain inclined his head, clenching his hold on the blade.

"Indeed. And you lead the realm bold enough to meddle in my journey... Abraham."

A scheming gleam flickered in Cain's eyes.

"Your Ancestor Power bestows a Water Body upon you. A basic gift, frequently dismissed. But you've pushed it past its boundaries. You wielded it to slay your sibling and claim the crown."

Abraham's face stayed unaltered—yet the chill in his stare plunged at once.

The reference to his brother's demise didn't faze him. Something deeper unsettled him.

The insight into his Ancestor Power.

To any Royal Blutlinie, the Ancestor Power formed the essence of their might. Though Omens and skills might broaden their prowess, the inherited force shaped their fundamental core. Hence, these abilities remained shrouded in utmost confidentiality.

During combat, lack of knowledge spelled doom.

The clash between Cain and the frozen trio from months back had demonstrated that truth.

"Evidently, my subjects shared more than they should," Abraham uttered with icy detachment.

Cain offered no reply.

Truth be told, nobody had uttered a word. He'd merely delved into their essences.

Naturally, he'd never disclose such a secret.

Nor would he admit that should the fight sour for him, he stood ready to incinerate every soul in his collection and deploy the Soul

Sundering Technique capable of slaying the Heartcram King.

For a fleeting instant, the murderous aura encircling Abraham surged.

Then, equally swiftly, it faded away.

His features shed all feeling, retaining solely a serene, keen assessment.

"I've delved into the incidents sparking that slaughter," Abraham stated. "Were I in your shoes... I'd have acted no differently."

Cain's fingers clenched harder around the Blade at the End of Times.

That reply stirred greater disquiet in him than fury ever could.

Individuals fueled by wrath proved simple to sway.

Those who held composure amid every cause for loathing posed a graver threat.

"Frankly speaking," Abraham went on, "ordinary Blutlinie mean little to me. Yet slaying three Royal Blutlinie is an act I must address."

While he declared this, his Ancestor Eye started to shimmer.

The heavens creaked as though some unseen force bore down upon the

entire plane.

Cain's Ancestor Eye blazed to life in kind.

In that instant, the air's sound-transmitting ripples decelerated

and warped, like time growing viscous. The essences of these twin forces smashed together, clashing with mounting ferocity. Such overwhelming force compelled the three Royal Guards in the sea—and the duo of Royal Blutlinie on land—to wear grave looks.

Abraham perceived the essence of Cain's Ancestor Power, his senses alerting him to its perilous threat.

Still, no trace of dread showed in his gaze.

"Their demise demands recompense," Abraham declared. "My kingdom can't suffer harm unanswered. Else, I'd turn into the realm's jest."

Cain's eyes tightened.

Negotiation seemed possible.

He harbored no dread of conflict—but evading a showdown with a figure like Abraham marked the shrewder choice.

"What course do you suggest we take?" Cain inquired.

Abraham inhaled deeply and steadily, intentionally easing his aura's weight.

"You plundered the treasuries of the Aztorus and Kalous Kingdoms. Within lay various artifacts and cultivation methods I've coveted for ages."

His stare intensified.

"Surrender them, and I'll view it as a gesture of sincerity. Our strife concludes now."

Cain examined the leader with scrutiny.

Trading some riches to avert war against a force like the Heartcram Kingdom struck a fair bargain.

Gathering assets anew was always feasible. Once Cain amassed enough strength to end the man, he could reclaim them.

He nearly voiced his thoughts—

But his face shifted abruptly.

His eyes flared wide.

All his muscles coiled rigidly.

Simultaneously, Abraham stirred too.

The pair whipped their heads around and gazed upward at the firmament

overhead.