The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2461 Fourth Realm Asura Form? (I)

"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"

An enormous blast of white fire burst forth, engulfing the whole region and spreading in all directions. The sheer force could terrify even the Alpha-Omega Overgod.

But the ground stayed intact.

The trees remained whole.

The heavens held steady.

All that the white fire touched merely turned solid ice.

The very movement of substances got compelled into total immobility. Atoms came to a stop. Power ended entirely. Even the breeze froze mid-flow, trapped in a quiet, icy instant.

Just one silhouette kept moving.

The agent from the Royal Blutliline slammed hard into the soil, digging a deep furrow through the dirt. A streak of blood followed his trail, gushing from a severe gash that ran from his shoulder to his waist.

Though the damage was grave, the man quickly regained command over his form. He pushed himself up and assumed a fighting pose, his stare fixed on the distant standing figure.

There stood he.

A youth with fiery red eyes and azure plasma wings that emanated temporal might. Clad in full armor, he held a dark blade wrapped in white fire.

"If not for my armor, that slash would have destroyed my internal organs." A grave gleam entered the agent's eyes as he grasped the immense power behind the foe's sword.

He was Aerion, a highly adept infiltrator. With his Ancestor Power, he had entered many kingdoms and territories unseen, always staying ahead of his adversaries.

Yet this time was different.

"I didn't sense him. That shouldn't have happened. I could perceive even the silent approach of His Highness... so why did it fail now?"

Doubts surged through Aerion's thoughts, but he shoved them away. His stare grew keener, and his aura gathered tightly around him.

Now, just one priority counted.

He needed to eliminate his foe before backup arrived.

Using the Flow's Aspect of Resonance, the Scarlet King detected the strain and swirling ideas in Aerion's head, and a subtle grin formed on his mouth.

Though he had a solid reason to block the agent, he had zero intention of summoning aid. For his scheme to work, he required victory over the man in isolation, far from onlookers, and just as vital, he craved the shard the agent carried.

No delay from the Scarlet King; he clenched the Blade of the End of Time, activated Null Eternum, and launched ahead.

But mere moments into his lunge, Aerion lifted his hand, aimed directly at him, and balled his fist.

Similar to the earlier Blood Avatar—

Cain halted.

"This is my chance," Aerion thought, with murderous intent burning in his gaze. "While he tries to decipher my Ancestor Power, I will—"

His mind stopped short.

"What are these purple threads?"

Cain spoke with clear wonder.

Innumerable slender violet strings coiled around his limbs, torso, and skull, holding him fast.

Aerion's orbs bulged in astonishment.

He couldn't credit what he heard.

In his native realm, his Ancestor Power ranked among the most enigmatic and perilous gifts. Its top asset lay in its unseen quality. None could detect the strands he wielded, and many perished without knowing.

Yet this stranger—one he'd never encountered—not only detected

them.

He beheld them.

And ere Aerion could respond more—

Cain gripped the sword tighter.

The white fire flared.

The violet strings broke.

The restraints crumbled as Cain escaped and pressed his assault

forward.

Horror and fear flooded Aerion's gaze. He swiftly fell back,

unleashing extra strands to bind his adversary.

Yet Cain severed them all.

Over and over.

And he advanced without pause.

Aerion ground his teeth and switched strategies right away.

"Ancestor Art: Sundering Karma!"

On his order, thick bunches of violet threads erupted from his digits and raced ahead with frightful velocity, cleaving everything in their course.

The atmosphere cleaved.

The earth ripped open.

Unseen edges swarmed the field of battle.

Cain's gaze tightened as danger escalated. All the same, he refused to yield ground. The energy coursing through the Blade of the End of Time amplified as he sliced every incoming strand. The strands proved lethal mainly due to their invisibility. Most rivals had to depend purely on gut feeling to endure.

But Cain faced no such weakness.

For him, the strands appeared as plain as the soil under his boots. Aerion pressed the assault without mercy, hurling barrage after barrage of fate strands, yet failed to halt the Scarlet King.

Cain pierced the barrier.

In a blink, he closed the distance.

The sword gleamed.

A profound, gory X ripped over Aerion's torso.

Agony warped Aerion's face, but the next event proved far graver.

Cain's spare hand thrust out and hit the crux where the

two incisions crossed.

White fire burst forth.

The Eternum Flame swallowed Aerion's form entirely.

Cain's grin broadened, assurance gleaming in his eyes.

He'd not only dealt major bodily harm, but the impact also

inundated Aerion's flesh and spirit with Quietus Force. This energy would arrest atomic motion and seal the bits of his soul in stasis.

Even powerhouses like the Heartcream King or the Evernight

Queen would battle hard against that state.

"He was strong," Cain mused steadily, "but somehow, his Ancestor Power acted defective against me."

He shook his head, careless about the cause, and readied his following move.

But before he could act, a pulse thundered with the might of a

thousand bursting stars.

Ere Cain could react, the flood of white fire encircling

Aerion detonated outward.

The following moment—

A punch slammed into Cain's helm.

The blow crushed everything.

The armor caved in, and the Scarlet King got flung rearward, tumbling wildly over the terrain and gouging a huge ditch through the soil as he soared away.