The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2486 Facing a Limit Alpha Omega Overgod

Intu’s teeth ground together as he watched Sanzon make his escape. He had previously abandoned his hunt for the other King-Tier powerhouse present on the battlefield, deciding the outcome wasn't a certainty. Sanzon, however—a battered Peak Alpha Omega Overgod—was meant to be his target. While eliminating him wouldn't dictate the conclusion of this war, it would have been a significant triumph.

Now, the window of opportunity had closed.

And it was all because of the mysterious figure in the red mask.

A flash of burning rage ignited within Intu’s mind, yet it was extinguished just as quickly.

He was a King-Tier Royal Blutlinie.

Emotional volatility held no place in his status.

Gathering the full weight of his focus and spirit, Intu steadied his heart. He raised his massive bastard sword in a slow arc, settling into a combat stance. Beneath them, the ocean shuddered in reaction.

The environment around the two began to warp.

A sensation akin to gravity intensifying by orders of magnitude weighed down upon the entire area. Even the movement of the air became sluggish, as though the very atmosphere were transforming into solid matter.

Cain’s gaze grew sharp.

Gripping the Blade of the End of Times tighter, he engaged his White Mantle. The Eternum Flame shifted into a white plasma that coiled around his frame, its luminosity so potent that it seemed to bind the very passage of time.

His recent advancement allowed him to maintain the White Mantle for a significantly longer duration.

Yet, he refused to drop his guard.

Memories harvested from Almor had granted him deep insight into Intu. The Soul Crushing King’s Ancestor Power did not merely involve gravity—it was the mastery of weight.

The premise sounded simple.

The execution was anything but.

Weight was not a basic cosmic force like space or time. It was a conceptual existence, one that could be employed in an infinite variety of ways, rendering it wildly unpredictable and lethal.

He could force weight into the vacuum of space, crushing it until the resulting explosions propelled him at impossible speeds. He could condense that weight into his blade, forcing the mass to fluctuate so immensely that a single strike could shatter the skeletal structure of a Peak Alpha Omega Overgod.

It was a technique capable of turning the mundane into the cataclysmic.

The Scarlet King and the Soul Crushing King held each other's gaze for a fleeting moment.

Then, they both vanished.

Each reappeared directly in front of the other, their weapons already swinging.

The broad, heavy blade of the bastard sword clashed against the Blade of the End of Times.

A massive wave of crushing pressure erupted outward in every direction—only to halt abruptly in midair.

Intu’s Ancestor Power locked Cain into place with sheer weight, while the Quietus Force radiating from Cain stifled Intu’s momentum and fluidity. The battlefield seemed to slow, as each combatant attempted to force the world into their own twisted rhythm.

Cain grit his teeth, straining against the heavy sword.

The Light of The Flow provided a massive boost to his physical stats, raising his destructive power to that of a Late Alpha Omega Overgod focused on strength. Even so, the sheer, crushing mass behind Intu’s blow sent him reeling backwards across the horizon.

Intu’s eyes glowed with murderous intent.

The space behind him fractured as he crushed it with concentrated weight, utilizing the shockwave to launch himself forward. He arrived before Cain in a heartbeat, bringing his blade down toward his opponent's head.

A cruel, savage grin played on Intu’s lips. He could already visualize Cain’s skull fracturing beneath the impact.

But a mere split second before the strike connected—

Cain disappeared.

In the next moment, he emerged directly behind Intu.

Intu’s eyes widened, but the realization came too late.

The Blade of the End of Times ripped through his back, severing skin and muscle before slamming him down into the crushing depths of the ocean.

"Teleportation? No... that was just raw speed!"

As he plummeted, Intu’s mind worked feverishly. Survival depended on understanding the capabilities of his opponent.

His analysis was cut short as white flames began to bloom from the wound on his back. They seeped into his veins and arteries, chilling his blood and clouding his clarity.

His eyes burned with unadulterated fury.

With a guttural roar, Intu detonated his bloodline power, using his sheer force of will to suppress the Quietus Force. He twisted his body in mid-fall, landing on the seabed in a heavy crouch; the impact shattered the ocean floor beneath his fist.

He swung his bastard sword without a moment's hesitation.

Vast swathes of the ocean began to rotate around the metal of the blade. The concentrated weight twisted the fabric of space and time, warping the surrounding water into a deadly, spiraling vortex.

Cain’s eyes widened in surprise as a massive tornado spiraled up from the depths, heading directly for him.

He struck out, cleaving the swirling water in two. The Quietus Force locked the shards of water in place, ensuring they couldn't be reformed.

But that was merely the start.

Intu unleashed wave after wave of tornadoes, turning the entire ocean into his personal armory. Each vortex packed a weight capable of pulverizing entire cities to dust.

Cain fought back tirelessly, striking down each barrage and freezing the debris so it couldn't be recycled.

His gaze grew piercing as he focused on Intu, waiting far below.

The Soul Crushing King accelerated the rotation of his bastard sword, manifesting a titan-sized typhoon that enclosed Cain. The vortex surged toward the heavens, its walls thick and impossibly dense.

It began its contraction.

The spinning storm compressed until Cain barely had room to stand. Walls of heavy, hyper-condensed water pressed inward from every angle.

Escape seemed impossible.

Naturally, Cain had no intention of retreating.

Intu launched himself from the seafloor, shattering space repeatedly to build devastating momentum. Like a cannonball, he shot upward, reappearing right in front of Cain.

The confined space left only one path for the attack.

No matter how fast Cain might be, avoiding the bastard sword in such a restricted space was an impossibility.

Intu swung his weapon with his full strength.

The blade radiated a power that could shatter a lesser cosmos. Space itself groaned under the pressure of the rising weapon.

And then—

All of that gathered power simply vanished.

As soon as Cain’s index and middle fingers brushed the edge of the bastard sword, the crushing weight, the massive force, and the stored-up momentum slammed into Cain’s left arm.