The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2447 Facing the Fourth Realm (III)
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Abraham's force field unleashed a crushing pressure, reminiscent of sinking into the universe's most profound abyss. An unseen burden bore down from all angles, warping space and striving to pulverize everything ensnared in its grasp.
Simultaneously, Cain's force field emanated the Quietus Force's might. Particles across its span decelerated. Actions grew sluggish. Cognition delayed. Flesh and spirit were hauled into a retarded time current, as though chronology itself had turned burdensome and obstinate.
The merged impact of these two realms proved horrifying.
In unison, they sufficed to overpower a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod.
However, the Dark Blood King only displayed a faint grin.
His Ancestor Eye ignited.
In the following moment, a surge of fiery shadows burst forth from his form, encasing him like animated plating. The ebony inferno throbbed
once-
And promptly demolished the sway the dual force fields exerted on his physique, psyche, and essence.
Shock was unmistakable in Cain and Abraham's gazes.
These force fields represented the most refined expressions of their abilities, embodying the fundamental nature of their Ancestor Powers.
Nevertheless, the Dark Blood King had negated them in one effortless action. This struck a severe dent in their assurance.
Still, both stood as seasoned combatants.
Without pause, they retracted their force fields and funneled that vast potency into outright assault.
Cain's gaze gleamed with The Flow's potency, his awareness broadening as he sought to anticipate the Dark Blood King's motions and motives. His blade blazed with pale fires while he darted ahead. Meanwhile, Abraham charged from the opposing flank.
His punch, already laden with compressive force, started to spin oddly, like it lacked skeletal structure. This rotation focused power into one spot, endowing the blow with dreadful penetrative strength.
Cain's edge cleaved toward the throat.
Abraham's knuckles thrust at the brow like a boring lance.
Each strike brimmed with deadly purpose.
In the final instant, the Dark Blood King advanced.
The scorching shadows encircling him exploded outward.
Rather than pulling back, he drew nearer to the approaching blows- Then disappeared.
He materialized a few meters beyond.
Puzzlement raced through Cain and Abraham's thoughts. The shift mimicked instant relocation, but neither detected any spatial ripple.
"His Ancestor Power."
That was the sole rationale.
Yet awareness offered scant aid.
They pressed on undeterred.
Cain whirled his sword anew, unleashing a cascade of pale fire crescents
that inundated the heavens and rushed at the Dark Blood King.
The Dark Blood King's stare intensified.
He lifted his right arm.
Again, the scorching shadows flared.
The instant the Eternum Flames, infused with the Quietus Force,
contacted the shadows-
They dissolved.
Not scattered.
Not repelled.
Obliterated.
Cain's core clenched. The pale flames bore conceptual might.
Countering them so effortlessly proved profoundly disturbing.
But the volley had never aimed to slay.
It served as a feint.
The moment the Dark Blood King annihilated the fire crescents, his gaze
flared marginally.
Concealed amid the blaze of pale inferno-
Abraham had positioned himself.
The Heartcram King's knuckles launched ahead.
"BOOOOOOM!"
The blow connected squarely with the Dark Blood King's brow.
The collision erupted across the firmament like a imploding celestial body, tremors expanding for leagues.
Still, Abraham's face shifted right away.
The Dark Blood King wasn't hurled back.
His frame quivered from the hit, yet he stayed rooted in
position.
Before Abraham could pull away, icy gleam filled the Dark Blood
King's stare.
His knuckles surged in retaliation.
Abraham's core quaked. The might packed into that reprisal
was ruinous.
In the ultimate second, his torso melted, morphing into fluid and contorting bizarrely. The Dark Blood King's knuckles traversed the fluidic bulk rather than shattering his frame.
The Dark Blood King's gaze tightened at the peculiar talent.
But he showed no delay.
As his limb drew back, his limb lashed out.
The boot connected with Abraham's crown.
The potency was colossal, propelling the Heartcram King hurtling through the
heavens.
Yet his form undulated like a sea, diffusing the blow across
his whole being and distributing the vigor uniformly, sharply lessening the
harm.
The Dark Blood King observed the outcome.
"...Like striking an ocean," he whispered.
Then he faded from view.
Scorching shadows amassed around his knuckles as he streaked after his
tumbling foe, aiming to conclude the clash before Abraham
could regroup.
But right before the hit connected-
Cain materialized in their midst.
Using just his left fore and middle digits, he halted the
oncoming knuckles.
The collision jarred his whole limb, but rather than opposing the potency, he rerouted it- funneling the drive via his form and into
his blade.
Then he unleashed the full force at close quarters.
The Dark Blood King's gaze constricted.
"That redirection ability..."
He elevated his right arm to parry.
The surge of pale flames detonated against his hand. The scorching
shadows soaked up some of the might, but not the entirety.
The leftover vigor flung him rearward through the ether.
A profound gash split his hand and trailed along his torso.
Abraham steadied himself shortly after and rejoined Cain's flank. A grin formed on his features as he offered the Scarlet King a quick incline. The Dark Blood King possessed tremendous strength-immensely tremendous.
But he wasn't impregnable.
With flawless teamwork...
Victory might truly be theirs.
The pair of kings shared a look.
Both grinned.
Both inclined.
Their presences exploded anew.
A pair of enormous energy spires rocketed skyward as they drove
their might to the utmost. Their Ancestor Drops flared more vividly than before, their lineages thundering at peak intensity.
Then they lunged as one, their advances flawlessly aligned.
The Dark Blood King observed their advance.
Their stares brimmed with resolve.
They genuinely held faith in overcoming him.
He offered no withdrawal.
He launched no reprisal.
He merely held his stance amid the firmament.
And as the duo bridged the last gap-
He clasped his hands.
His digits meshed, crafting an archaic gesture.
His Ancestor Eye flared. "Ancestor Domain."