The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2449 War in Paradise

Indeed, for Cain, death itself wasn't the ultimate conclusion.

"In the worst possible situation," he pondered with composure, "I can dispatch my Primordial Essence straight into the Flow. Giving up this Royal Blutlinie form would inflict severe damage on me and delay my progress by years-maybe even decades-yet that's infinitely preferable to dying... or ending up in chains."

His gaze intensified.

Within those eyes, a fierce concentration and unwavering resolve blazed, solid as stone while he braced for the unknown ahead.

Once more, the Dark Blood King found himself astonished.

Abraham kept his head bowed low, his stance rigid and wary, poised to yield if required. Yet Cain's stare stayed resolute and unshaken. No trace of dread lingered there-just pure determination.

For a few moments, the Dark Blood King examined him closely.

Afterward, his body eased up.

A broad grin stretched over his features.

"Excellent," he declared. "You've demonstrated your worth. Now I can formally appoint you both as Generals in the Dark Blood Realm."

"Generals?"

A slight furrow creased Cain's brow. The term had come up before, but its significance still eluded him. Even so, the Dark Blood King's eased attitude implied that his demise wasn't on the agenda anymore.

That fact brought some comfort.

Noticing the bewilderment etched on their expressions, the Dark Blood King pressed on.

"Have you two caught wind of the whispers about the tournament I'm putting together?"

Abraham nodded right away.

"Indeed, Dark Blood King. From what my spy network reports, the Dark Blood Kingdom is gearing up for a massive contest featuring the Ninth Realm's mightiest fighters. Legend has it the victor will claim a cultivation method that propels them to the Fourth Realm."

He halted for a moment, selecting his following statement thoughtfully.

"I've been gearing up for it too. Honestly, I figured the prize was overhyped. But seeing your strength firsthand... I'm convinced the Dark Blood Kingdom really holds that kind of secret art."

Cain felt a jolt of astonishment.

Even after scanning numerous souls, nothing like this had surfaced for him.

"Maybe the Aztorus King was aware," Cain mused inwardly. "However, those recollections were part of the shards I couldn't reclaim."

The Dark Blood King gave a nod.

"Correct. Such tales did spread around. I should know-I started them myself."

Cain and Abraham alike were stunned.

The puzzlement in their looks grew even thicker.

Luckily, the Dark Blood King didn't let the mystery drag on.

"In all honesty," he stated evenly, "that tournament never existed. It was all made up."

He linked his hands at his rear.

"I required the realm's top powerhouses to concentrate on building their might as I finalized my own plans. Why I seek strong allies... and generals... boils down to one thing."

His stare grew piercing.

"We're heading into battle."

Those words hit with the force of a storm.

The eyes of Cain and Abraham bulged wide.

Defying the Dark Blood King was impossible in the Ninth Realm. His call for war signaled a clash beyond most imaginations.

A clash spanning realms.

Observing their shock, the Dark Blood King nodded.

"Inter-realm warfare is an uncommon occurrence," he went on. "Traveling between realms in Paradise proves immensely challenging. Not even the mightiest Peak Alpha-Omega Overgods could manage it easily."

Next, his voice chilled further.

"The Ninth Realm-where we dwell-will launch all-out war on the Eighth

and Seventh Realms."

He stopped for a beat.

"Assuming my estimates hold true, over seventy percent of

the Royal Blutlinie won't survive."

The statement left his lips lightly, like chatting about the sky.

But its weight was terrifying.

With the elite forces facing just a thirty percent shot at living through it,

the impending strife promised to be utterly devastating.

"I'll reveal more at the initial War Council," the Dark Blood King added. "It's set for nine and a half months from now, right in the heart of the Dark Blood Kingdom."

His eyes shifted from one to the other.

"You and your troops are required to show up. Haul in every bit of your riches. The king's treasuries will unlock, granting access to treasures usually out of grasp."

Suddenly, his face grew stern.

"Starting immediately, no fights between Overgod groups inside the Ninth Realm are allowed. Anyone sparking fights or civil strife faces death."

The decree rang with finality.

Saying nothing more, the Dark Blood King spun around and faded away.

He skipped asking if they'd join the meeting.

He offered no comforts.

He made no deals.

He was certain they'd appear.

Failing that, he'd end them.

A torrent of ideas swirled in Cain's head as he absorbed the recent events.

Orders from above didn't sit well with him.

But warfare...

That changed everything.

For a being like him-one who flourished amid killing, growth, and devouring-it presented a golden chance.

"This war could serve as the ideal spark," he reflected. "A way to advance my Primordial Essence further."

As the idea took root, Cain spotted Abraham eyeing him.

The Heartcram King's face held wariness, though his gaze cut keen.

"With just us here now," Abraham uttered deliberately, "let's pick up where we left off on the payout for the Royal Blutlinie you slew."

Earlier, Cain might've gone along.

Trading some loot to dodge a scrap with an opponent of unknown full might would've made sense.

Yet things had shifted...

"Hmph," Cain replied icily. "So you're aiming to ignite trouble?"

Abraham's eyes flared at the charge. On reflex, he peeked toward where the Dark Blood King had gone.

The ban on inner turmoil echoed loudly still.

Gritting his teeth and bottling his annoyance, Abraham replied with caution.

"We'd already-"

"I committed to zilch," Cain cut in bluntly.

Doubt didn't color his voice.

He planned to surrender not one iota of bounty.

This stemmed not just from Abraham's inability to strike without courting doom.

It also arose because, at the Dark Blood King's arrival before,

Abraham had swiftly moved to side against him. The Scarlet King's essence was straightforward.

Offer honor and kindness, and he'd mirror it back.

Display scheming, aggression, or concealed spite- And death awaited you.