The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2492 You are the Red King

The Scarlet King drew in a deep breath while resting his hand on the armor fragment. The instant his palm met the chilly metal, his eyes lit up as the Power of Chaos stirred awake inside him.

Gradually and meticulously, his power permeated the piece of the Sacred

Treasure.

This fragment belonged to a Fourth Realm treasure. Typically, even Ancestor Power couldn't truly impact such an item. Its framework operated on a plane far exceeding normal laws.

However, to Cain's astonishment-and subtle delight-the Power of Chaos demonstrated its ability to meddle with it yet again.

The chaotic force wove through the artifact's tiniest layers, exploring its makeup like a hidden surge. Via this link, Cain detected vague traces of the other pieces dispersed throughout the realm.

And even more crucially, he rendered this fragment open to his control.

Channeling the Power of Chaos, Cain gradually infused another energy into the treasure: the Power of Karma.

Slim threads of karmic force streamed into the armor together with bits of his soul.

The procedure carried immense peril.

Any error might trigger a fierce rebound that could injure him severely. Simply upholding the fragile equilibrium among Chaos, Karma, and the artifact's inherent framework required total concentration. Nevertheless, Cain pressed on without pause.

He stayed within the Time Lake for weeks, pouring all his focus into the effort.

Day by day, the chaotic force polished the fragment as karmic strands wove into its core structure. Bit by bit, almost unnoticeably, the armor started embracing Cain's essence.

At last, following weeks of grueling labor, Cain's eyes snapped open, and he pulled back his hand.

He gazed at the hovering chest armor piece before him.

A broad grin stretched over his features.

"It should work," Cain whispered to himself. "But I'm facing beings who can call upon the power of the Fourth Realm. Anything might occur."

He halted briefly before nodding decisively.

"Even so, I place my faith in myself."

Cain shifted his focus to the laws of Paradise.

Right away, he perceived something that broadened his smile further. "At last."

The Realm Barrier's strength had increased.

The further one attempted to drop through the realms, the tougher the barrier proved to breach. Presently, the divide between the Eighth Realm and the Seventh had intensified to the point where crossing it was nearly unfeasible.

A perilous gleam flickered in Cain's eyes.

"That ensures no one from the Seventh Realm can descend to meddle," he murmured.

"And above all... no one from the Eighth Realm can flee."

All elements were aligning perfectly.

His scheme advanced precisely as planned.

Yet plenty remained unfinished-and the riskiest phase was just starting.

Cain directed his gaze toward the far-off bastion of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

"For this to triumph," he pondered steadily, "mystery shall serve as my mightiest tool."

Should no one uncover the true origins of the Red King, it would forge a formidable shield around him. The enigmatic often instilled greater fear than any known foe.

The Nirvana Crown Prince wouldn't rashly confront an unforeseeable threat while the Eternal Soul Kingdom poised to pounce on any hint of frailty.

Cain lifted a hand and lightly traced the mask over his face.

As his fingertips grazed it, recollections flooded his thoughts. He remembered the dominating aura from the Red King's incarnation within the Sacred Dimension.

That aura had exuded terror and grandeur-an entity appearing to transcend fate entirely.

Cain concentrated his full intent on replicating that sensation.

He reined in his innate temperament, compelling his mind and soul to mimic that icy, foreboding essence.

"You are the Red King," Cain murmured gently.

"You are the Red King."

Over and over, he chanted the phrase, immersing his mind further into the persona.

His mind quieted. His feelings ebbed.

Without his awareness, faint ripples coursed through his Primordial Essence.

A subtle trace of the Power of Order seeped from his being, extending across the Time Lake. The usually turbulent waters settled into flawless harmony beneath that unseen force.

But Cain remained oblivious.

For three full days, he persisted in molding his psyche.

Eventually, his eyes opened.

In that moment, he rocketed skyward.

His stare held serenity-profound and boundless, akin to a crimson abyss. Every sentiment inside was utterly mastered, perfectly attuned.

A crimson trail sliced through the skies as Cain soared overhead.

He made no attempt to conceal his aura.

To observers, it resembled a fiery red star streaking the heavens.

His target stood evident.

The Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's stronghold.

Soon, the enormous fortress loomed on the horizon.

As Cain entered its sensing perimeter, the stronghold stirred.

Dazzling glows burst along its walls while myriad defensive arrays ignited. A colossal force shield enveloped the fortress, reinforced by intricate rune grids and annihilating energy batteries.

Each targeted Cain squarely.

Poised to unleash instantly.

Cain's gaze intensified mildly as he surveyed the defenses.

Evidently, they offered no warm reception. Nonetheless, he advanced until his form became plain to all within the stronghold.

The Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's fighters regarded him with awe mingled with fear.

Tales of the Red King's might had already circulated the realm.

Though his latest deeds struck the Eternal Soul Kingdom, none dared relax vigilance.

Shortly, numerous Royal Blutlinie elites ascended from the core palace.

Among them, Cain spotted Sanzon.

Yet Sanzon didn't head the party.

That position fell to a striking young woman at the forefront.

She possessed cropped hair, golden eyes, and an aura eclipsing all nearby.

Her demeanor projected the command of a genuine King-Level expert.

The woman balled her fists while glaring at the Red King.

The second their gazes locked, her heart quaked.

'What kind of monster is this...?' she wondered.

'And why must he show up right now of all moments?'

Though the weight bore down heavily, she compelled composure.

"I greet you, Red King," she stated with respect.

She pressed her palms together and offered a slight bow-a startling act considering her rank.

"I am Kyra, second in command of this fortress."

"The Nirvana Crown Prince cannot receive you now.

Thus, I ask you to come back tomorrow."

"Then we may converse properly as allies."

Cain caught every syllable.

Still, he stayed utterly mute.

Rather, he simply strode onward across the sky.

Kyra's brow furrowed.

Her tone sharpened as she called out once more, this time wielding sharper command.

"I speak for the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom!"

"Depart at once!" Regrettably for her, the Red King displayed zero response.

Her commands-and the fortress beyond-seemed nonexistent to him.

Kyra gritted her teeth.

Myriad ideas raced through her head until her face hardened with determination.

She lifted her hand.

At once, innumerable rune arrays throughout the stronghold flared.

In one heartbeat, enormous blasts of ruinous energy burst from the fortress.

They lanced the sky like godly lances-

All locked straight on the Red King.