The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2459 Spies from the higher realms

Having completed the survey of the metallic mountain range without discovering anything noteworthy, Cain led the squadron onward to the subsequent quadrant.

To observers, he seemed composed and vigilant, mounted on Satan while keeping pace with the formation. Unbeknownst to others, he shut his eyes and plunged into profound meditation.

His actual attention was directed elsewhere.

Over the course of a full day, the Blood Avatar glided quietly across the ocean depths, propelling itself at astonishing velocity under the surface. Upon surfacing at last, Cain directed the Power of Chaos into the fragment borne by the avatar.

As in previous instances, visions flooded his consciousness.

However, on this occasion, the sight did not draw his mind to the capital of the Dark Blood Kingdom. Rather, it indicated an entirely new path.

A rush of thrill and eagerness filled Cain's chest. His hypothesis proved accurate—the Power of Chaos indeed linked him to the closest fragment.

Spanning immense expanses, the vision traversed peaks, fields, and waterways, ultimately reaching a modest town.

Residents there were Blutlinie cultivators, yet their power scarcely attained the Divine Realm. Against the troops under Cain's control, the whole community amounted to nothing.

The vision led him within a simple dwelling. There, in a neglected storage nook coated in dust, rested a piece of forearm armor.

It sat mingled with a pile of inferior armors—cast-off gear deemed worthless by all.

Cain nearly erupted in laughter.

Within an isolated town, regarded as mere junk, one of the universe's holiest artifacts lay hidden.

Shaking his head in astonishment, the Scarlet King commanded the Blood Avatar to proceed.

As the avatar advanced to claim the second segment, Cain and his forces reached their latest designated area—a sprawling marshland.

The terrain was inherently poisonous, shrouded in venomous fog and tainted liquids, though that wasn't the primary peril.

The genuine hazard stemmed from the Omen Beasts dwelling in the area.

Certain ones had attained the Alpha-Omega Overgod Realm.

While Royal Blutlinie fighters typically surpassed Omen Beasts of equivalent rank, the gap wasn't decisive. The monsters hidden in the marsh could slay Early Alpha-Omega Overgods, which explained Cain's deployment to this sector.

The Scarlet King acted swiftly without delay.

He instructed the battalion to fan out along the swamp's fringes, patrolling the borders initially before pushing deeper inside. As they progressed, their senses extended, probing every nook and ensuring thorough inspection.

In the meantime, Cain together with the Royal Guard forged directly to the core of the territory.

Conflicts ignited right away.

At the periphery, Samira and the supporting Blutlinie fighters stared in awe as thunderous blasts resounded from the swamp's depths. The blasts were so intense that vibrations rippled across the whole zone, quaking the ground like far-off quakes.

Their amazement grew when they witnessed a silhouette ascending skyward—one of the white-armored Royal Guards—confronting a gigantic nine-headed hydra.

The Omen Beast emanated the presence of a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod. The force emanating from its gaping jaws was so fearsome that even remote watchers sensed fear gripping their souls.

Nevertheless, the Royal Guard merely grinned.

Clutching a enormous greatsword, Morningstar lunged ahead without pause.

Though Blutlinie cultivators frequently scorned other races as lesser, they were wired to honor superior might. And the prowess shown by the Royal Guard was irrefutable.

Morningstar's sword ripped across the hydra's enormous form, unleashing cascades of blood that poured from above. Every impact rattled the nearby marsh, and every blow delivered crushing power.

Beneath on the soil, Cain observed the fight with a pleased grin.

No matter his own advancement and the horrifying potency of his physique, Morningstar—his most formidable Royal Guard—remained able to battle by his side.

Cain refrained from intervening.

He permitted Morningstar to gauge his increasing power, sharpen his fighting reflexes, and drive himself to extremes against a fitting adversary.

The confrontation stretched over a few hours.

Ultimately, Morningstar claimed triumph.

He promptly dropped onto the hydra's colossal remains and started devouring it. Though the beast was as vast as a mountain, the Royal Guard ingested the whole carcass in mere moments, transforming its life force and essence into his personal reserves.

His presence strengthened markedly soon after.

With the swamp's dominant creature slain, the leftover Omen Beasts mounted scant opposition. Lacking the resolve or capability to oppose the Royal Guard, the full territory fell under control rapidly.

Having neutralized the main menace, the battalion continued its hunt, meticulously examining the swamp's every section.

Cain fulfilled his obligations too, yet the bulk of his mind stayed locked on the Blood Avatar.

When the avatar arrived at the little town, securing the forearm piece was a simple task. The stealthy visitor went undetected as it slipped into the storage, seized the artifact, and departed unseen.

Cain's hand tightened into a fist, a spark of elation flashing in his gaze.

Should the fragments align correctly, their potency would prove immense.

Regrettably, upon inspecting the two items in detail, his features grew rigid.

One piece was from the right arm.

The other came from the left.

The Scarlet King's eye flickered before a bitter grin crossed his lips.

“I guess my fortune was destined to even out at some point,” he mused. Even so, he refused to let the disappointment derail him.

After wrapping up the swamp inspection and allowing the fighters some recovery, Cain concentrated his energy once more. He infused the Power of Chaos via the Blood Avatar into the pair of fragments at the same time.

Luckily, the segments failed to harmonize with one another.

Rather, the energy triggered anew, dispatching a fresh flow of visions into his thoughts.

Guided by the sight, his perception journeyed over great spans toward yet another fragment.

“Good,” Cain reflected steadily. “It’s not the one held by the Dark Blood King.”

The visions persisted briefly before unveiling the site.

The sight that met Cain caused his eyes to narrow sharply.

It wasn't a grand territory.

It wasn't a concealed relic site.

It wasn't a settlement at all.

The fragment rested with a Royal Blutlinie.

Such a circumstance wouldn't have startled him alone.

What truly astonished Cain was another detail. This fighter hailed not from the Dark Blood Realm.

A chill gleam surfaced in the Scarlet King's gaze. “Spies from the higher realms.”