The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2472 Returning to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe (II)

The abrupt arrival of the woman puzzled everyone on both factions.

Her identity remained unknown, as did her origins and the manner in which this formidable being had appeared right in the heart of the conflict without any prior sign. For just a second, bewilderment showed in her gaze, suggesting that her travel to this realm had been far from easy.

Yet that doubt vanished in a flash.

Determination and keenness swiftly took over. Her eyes, glowing gold, scanned the chaos of the field, absorbing the vast ruin, the forces battling in emptiness, and the immense might radiating from each side.

Afterward, her stare fixed on two individuals.

Anark.

Robuke.

"Redemption Incarnation."

As soon as she uttered those words, her energy surged forth explosively.

Impressive wings erupted behind her, shining brilliantly while instilling fear. Every wing embodied the core of a Seven Deadly Sin—wrath, pride, envy, greed, lust, gluttony, and sloth—blended into an odd yet dominant unity.

Next, her gaze flared with golden radiance.

A force that the two armies identified right away.

"The Flow!"

This technique was the Scarlet King's possession. It served as one of his main arms, and alongside the Power of Chaos, it explained why he was seen as the mightiest being in existence prior to leaving.

A wave of optimism filled the fighters of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance.

Since she commanded the Flow, she must link to the Scarlet King somehow.

The Champions and High Lords from the Root arrived at the identical thought.

However, what stirred in them wasn't optimism.

It was lethal intent.

And that deadly anger burned fiercest in the Monster of the Root's core.

Usually, Robuke's fury proved beneficial. It boosted his power and pushed his savage fighting approach to new extremes.

Despite his vast combat wisdom, this marked his initial encounter with a True Depravita.

If not, he would have realized the peril of allowing dark feelings to rage unchecked inside.

He was on the verge of discovering it.

"ZNNNN!"

The rip of flesh resounded through the emptiness.

Meylin materialized right behind Robuke, her speed beyond sight. A blade crafted from mental energy and her vital essence plunged into the Monster of the Root's rear, slicing through thick muscle and bone toward his vital core.

For the first time in ages, fear crossed Robuke's vision.

The edge blazed with an eerie force—one that devoured, strengthened, and wrecked simultaneously. Meanwhile, a crushing mental assault slammed into his thoughts and spirit, magnifying all his dark moods and twisting them into arms against his resolve.

"ARGHHHH!"

Robuke bellowed like an injured animal.

All his muscles clenched hard. Skin, sinews, and bones squeezed around the injury, halting the sword's progress barely enough to prevent it from hitting his heart.

Simultaneously, he contorted his form at an unnatural bend and hurled his enormous battle axe at the winged figure.

Meylin's gaze sharpened as she sensed the horrifying resilience of the Monster of the Root. Knowing she couldn't end him with this attack, she pulled back right away and lifted her sword into a guarding position.

A dark lotus featuring seven blooms unfolded around her, each one emitting the might of a fatal sin.

The axe demolished every one.

Nevertheless, the shields sapped a good deal of its drive. The leftover impact hit the True Depravita and hurled her across the void—but she steadied herself nearly at once, halting elegantly and floating steadily as though the hit had merely delayed her.

Robuke's stare blazed with slaying purpose.

Getting caught off guard and almost slain in the first clash sparked profound shame in him. He yearned only to rip the woman to shreds.

"Do you really think you have time to daydream?"

Robuke's eyes bulged.

These were precisely the phrases he had thrown at Anark before, dripping with scorn.

Now, they bounced back at him.

The True Primordial of the Void streaked before him like a purple shooting star. His punch collided with Robuke's features with crushing strength, splintering bone and flinging the huge monstrosity rolling over the warzone.

Anark advanced to press the attack—but he halted.

Something far more pressing demanded his focus.

He pivoted to the winged woman, his trio of purple eyes brimming with examination and interest.

The woman drew a calm inhale. Then she regarded Anark—and past him, toward the members of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance.

"I am Meylin Laurifer," she declared, her tone firm and resolute. "Wife of the Scarlet King, Cain Laurifer. I have come from the Crimson World to fight by your side."

Astonishment spread through the Alliance.

Yet in the upper echelons of the Scarlet Kingdom—and among figures like Anark—a significant gleam emerged. They were aware of Cain's voyage outside their cosmos.

Even so, numerous queries flooded their thoughts.

But no one voiced them.

"Enough words," Anark's voice boomed through the emptiness. "Let's fight!"

No elaborate address. No theatrical vow.

Simply an order.

That defined his command—straightforward, unyielding, and total. His statement sliced away uncertainty and delay, instilling pure intent. Meylin gave a solid nod and positioned herself next to him. Her presence kept climbing, constant and resolute, as she readied to stake her existence without pause.

Such resolve was essential to confront the terror of the Root.

Opposite them, Robuke's broken cranium mended as he stood gradually. Fury still smoldered inside—but now, he suppressed it. The horror wouldn't succumb to that flaw once more.

His tone chilled deeper than the void.

"KILL!"

The swarms of the Root bellowed and charged ahead again, the slaughter flaring up anew over the field.

"FIGHT!"

Anark's reply roar resounded in the void.

But this time, his call wasn't from a leader staring down certain loss.

It came from a fighter who at last glimpsed a spark of hope amid the shadows.