The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2450 Peak Alpha Omega Overgod Speed

Killing intent blazed in the Heartcram King's gaze upon catching the disrespectful edge in Cain's voice. For an instant, the urge to rip the Scarlet King limb from limb with his own hands surged through him.

However, Abraham managed to keep his fury in check.

He would have paused before striking even absent the Dark Blood King's caution. Cain's skills posed too many complications. The ability to turn assaults back on their source, the enigmatic golden lotus shield, and the odd profundity in his energy handling rendered him a foe full of surprises.

Facing a rival harboring numerous secret methods—particularly one who had peered into the secrets of his own Ancestor Power—demanded careful vigilance.

Retaliation could be postponed. Staying alive took priority.

Having fixed Cain with a prolonged, icy, and piercing glare, Abraham spun on his heel and departed in silence. The Royal Butlinie accompanying him trailed right after, their forms vanishing into the horizon with their ruler.

Cain paid them no further mind.

Right now, weightier concerns occupied his thoughts.

"A war will benefit me," he mused steadily. "But it will also prove incredibly perilous."

Just the Dark Blood King had shown might exceeding the Third Realm's boundaries. The Seventh and Eighth Realms outstripped the Dark Blood Realm in potency, so they surely harbored beings who could harness Fourth Realm strength.

The recollection of the Ancestor Domain lingered sharply in his thoughts.

That abyss of utter blackness... the crushing dominance... the utter sense of powerlessness.

Such might genuinely surpassed the Third Realm.

"I must boost my speed," Cain assessed. "I must heighten my command of the Omen of Time. And I have to completely release the Power of Chaos."

His gaze tightened a bit.

"If I manage to call forth the Matrix of the Realm, my power will soar immensely."

Armed with a solid strategy, Cain plunged into the Ocean of the Blood Sun to commence his cultivation.

Once positioned, his mind shifted inside, heading to the golden spheres he had formed—each holding souls from the

myriad foes he had defeated.

Initially, doubt had plagued him on whether to channel this asset into bolstering the Chronos Flame or save it as energy for the Soul Sundering Technique.

Yet seeing the Dark Blood King's might made the choice crystal clear.

Even driving the Soul Sundering Technique to its utmost peak, it couldn't rival such heights.

In one mental command, floods of souls erupted from the golden spheres and streamed into the Chronos Flame inside Cain's soul.

The blaze consumed it all.

Each shard.

Each recollection.

Each hint of core.

With the Chronos Flame intensifying, Cain's grasp on the

Omen of Time grew deeper in tandem. His senses honed, his insight broadened, and his grip on time's currents turned more precise.

The devouring pace stunned.

Yet the volume of souls at his disposal matched it.

In truth, Cain had razed the heart cities of the Kalous Kingdom, the Aztorus Kingdom, and the Heartcram Kingdom. The gathered

yield proved vast.

Simultaneously, currents of purified vitality streamed into the

bits forming his cells, advancing the Savitar Technique and fortifying the base of his bodily swiftness.

Months slipped by in quiet training.

Half a year on, the last soul vanished into the flame.

Cain's eyes fluttered open.

A peculiar glow lit them, like he could witness time's currents

unraveling right in front of him.

The feeling proved remarkable.

His Omen Phantom's transformation had cleansed and toughened

his soul, rendering it steadier, tougher, and better suited for

time-based control.

"Now I can push my speed even more," he reflected. "And I can blend the Omen of Time's force into my Eternum Flame, boosting its

ruin potential."

This step forward brought all-around enhancement—just what he required.

And the gains kept rolling.

He had broken through in the Savitar Technique too, elevating his travel pace to Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod tier.

A subtle grin formed.

"I'm stronger by no less than ten percent at this point."

Yet the grin soon vanished.

"I wish for additional time," he confessed inwardly. "But I must depart to arrive at the Dark Blood Kingdom ahead of the War Council."

Contemplating the council drew a soft exhale from him.

Battle in itself didn't trouble him. Quite the opposite, strife offered

the quickest route to his development.

What irked him was taking directives.

It stemmed not from pride.

Cain could readily obey commands from a figure he esteemed—

such as the Demon King from the Crimson World.

But conditions here varied.

Enemies already lurked for him in the Dark Blood Kingdom. The

entrenched forces would surely see him as a danger. A fresh arrival who ascended rapidly, amassed excessive might, and

drew excessive notice was bound to face suppression.

They'd seek to sideline him.

Trap him.

Thrust him into dire straits.

After pausing briefly, Cain gave a slow head shake.

A composed, firm look settled over his features.

"No use fretting over issues not yet arisen,

yet," he resolved. "I'll press on—and handle whatever arises."

Mind at ease, the Scarlet King emerged from the Ocean of the

Blood Sun.

Satan, Hades, and Morningstar stood ready close by.

The Dark Blood King had commanded him to muster his troops.

These three belonged to him.

Small though their ranks, the Royal Guards had drilled without cease through the prior year. Their strength had surged notably.

Excellence outweighed numbers.

Cain mounted Satan's head and assumed a meditative pos

e as the enormous form ascended heavenward.

The trip demanded duration.

Training en route wouldn't bring huge leaps, but the

period wouldn't go idle.

Cain directed his focus inside, to his Ancestor Drop.

He started probing his Ancestor Power more thoroughly, striving

to hone its form and craft Ancestor Arts.

The Eternum Flame held great might.

The Stasis Force Field worked well.

Still, they fell short. Short for the trials ahead.

To endure the realm-spanning war—

Those abilities needed to advance.