The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2455 The Power of Chaos and the Sacred Treasure's fragments

Once he had ensured that all present knew he was no one to be trifled with, the Scarlet King retracted the power of Null Eternum, causing the Quietus Force to fade away from the hall.

In ordinary circumstances, Cain would have demonstrated his strength far more harshly, yet such an approach would be imprudent on this occasion.

Despite his firm belief in his own capabilities, the Scarlet King still hadn't discovered a method to counter the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Domain. Until he grasped the complete scope of that force, prudence remained essential.

Luckily for him, a broad grin spread across the Dark Blood King's features as he gave a nod of approval.

"The Scarlet King speaks truly. Both the Kalos Kingdom and the Aztorus Kingdom succumbed to his might. Any aid they could have offered would seem insignificant compared to what he can provide single-handedly."

Though the statement rang like commendation, a piercing glint quickly flickered in the Dark Blood King's eyes.

"That's exactly why I'll keep a keen eye on you," he went on steadily. "You'll have to show that you're just as capable as those two kingdoms in the upcoming conflict."

Cain swiftly grasped the caution veiled within the praise. He locked eyes with the king and responded with a grave nod.

With the issue resolved, the Dark Blood King shifted his focus to the assembled group once more.

"A vast tide of slaughter looms ahead," he declared. "Yet prior to the outbreak of war, our top priority must be retrieving the fragments dispersed throughout the Dark Blood Realm."

As he uttered these words, a flicker of irritation crossed his countenance.

"The troubling aspect is that pinpointing these fragments proves an exceedingly challenging endeavor."

The Dark Blood King gestured with his hand. In the next instant, a gauntlet materialized within his grasp.

It appeared ancient and battered, its exterior marred by corrosion. At a casual look, it resembled nothing so much as a thrown-away relic from some novice fighter.

"Feel free," he instructed. "Probe it using your divine sense and your souls."

The Heartcram King, Evernight Queen, and Scarlet King promptly directed their perceptions toward the gauntlet. Yet, not one of them sensed anything out of the ordinary. It came across as utterly commonplace. Had they stumbled upon it in another setting, they would have overlooked it entirely.

The Dark Blood King then flung the gauntlet in the direction of the Heartcram King.

"Channel your Ancestor Drop's power into it."

Abrahman inclined his head in agreement. Upon doing so, an odd seal manifested above the gauntlet—a luminous emblem akin to a yin-yang sun.

"That," the Dark Blood King clarified, "marks a fragment of a Sacred Treasure. We can't perceive its special nature through vision or soul sense. The seal only emerges when Ancestor Power is infused."

A touch of weariness crept into the Dark Blood King's demeanor as he pressed on.

"True power from these Sacred Treasure fragments awakens solely when two or more are collected and merged. Until that happens, they masquerade as this—indistinguishable from everyday items!"

His eyes roamed over the gathering at the table.

"It's possible you've already brushed against one without ever knowing it."

"Why design it with such complexity?" the Heartcram King inquired while handing the gauntlet to the Evernight Queen for her to inspect the symbol herself.

The Dark Blood King merely shook his head.

"Who can say? Certain tales claim the Ancestor valued fate above all, hiding the fragments so only the destined one would assemble them."

A subtle, enigmatic smile curved his mouth.

"Or maybe it was just the Ancestor's peculiar brand of amusement."

"Speculating on the hardship serves no purpose," the Evernight Queen stated evenly. "Instead, we ought to concentrate our resources, unite our troops, and deploy our sharpest strategists for the hunt."

She proceeded to pass the gauntlet to Cain.

The Scarlet King took hold of it, his face growing grave. He scrutinized it thoroughly with his divine sense, finding nothing amiss. Even attempting to probe it via the Flow yielded the same outcome—utter void.

Right as he prepared to hand it back, a sudden thought struck him.

"No harm in giving it a shot."

With a light shrug, his crimson eyes flared as he channeled a sliver of the Power of Chaos into the fragment.

The instant that force touched it, his senses erupted outward.

His consciousness surged over immense expanses, spanning myriad kilometers in a flash, until it arrived at a distant coast in an unknown land. There, partially submerged under heaps of sand, rested a shoulder guard.

Cain exerted all his restraint to maintain a composed facade. The astonishment flooding his thoughts was profound, yet not a trace showed on his features.

With deliberate nonchalance, he gave the gauntlet back to the Dark Blood King.

Thankfully, nobody appeared to detect the anomaly. The Dark Blood King tucked the fragment away without a hint of doubt.

"Our initial goal," the king went on, "involves scouring every corner of the Dark Blood Realm for odd or peculiar armor remnants. They might look like worthless debris at first, but they'll respond to Ancestor Power—and nothing can destroy them."

His gaze intensified.

"Securing every fragment in our domain is crucial. As war ignites, these Sacred Treasure pieces will bolster our might and greatly boost our odds of victory."

He halted for a moment before resuming.

"During the previous opening of the Ancestor Tomb, we uncovered six fragments. Still, there's no assurance those were all that existed. Agents from rival realms might have sneaked in and claimed some before our eyes."

His tone turned icy.

"The sole method to confirm we've collected everything is to unite them and craft the full Sacred Treasure."

At this juncture, the Dark Blood King directed his attention to General Fausto.

The robust Royal Bloodline held the king's stare and surveyed the assembled kings. His aura weighed heavily, radiating dominance, and his words boomed with unyielding command.

"In this endeavor," General Fausto declared, "unity among all our forces is vital."