The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2503 Wounding the Worlds of the Root

Anark and Meylin pressed forward at the forefront, propelling the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's troops toward the Worlds of the Root.

The Root's withdrawing forces crumbled beneath the merciless onslaught.

Increasing numbers of abominations got ripped to shreds while the coalition armies surged across the void, their strikes shredding the malformed beasts with brutal precision. Forms exploded, tainted blood surged over the battlefield, and the void quaked under the

devastating surges of might.

At last, the forward-moving host arrived at the Wall of Flesh and Fire encircling the Worlds of the Root.

For countless years, this bulwark had served as an unbreachable shield.

A nightmarish edifice it was—a boundless barrier forged from writhing flesh melded with furious scarlet flames. This shield throbbed like a breathing entity,

endlessly healing and consuming every bit of force hurled at it.

Since the Scarlet King's disappearance, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's warriors had failed utterly to break through. Yet now... the situation had shifted.

Determination blazed in Anark's gaze.

His hand lifted high.

Instantly, countless blades materialized around him, assembling into a colossal pentagram array within the emptiness.

As soon as the array took shape, the gazes of all mighty experts from the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance lit up.

With no delay, they fired off rays of their personal might into the array.

Flows of gold, scarlet, purple, and argent power merged into the pentagram.

The array drank it in completely.

Blades shook fiercely while the formation shone ever more intensely, its strength climbing to horrifying heights.

At length, the pentagram unleashed its strike.

An enormous energy ray burst ahead.

The immense force packed inside that ray caused the whole void to shudder.

This strike lacked great speed. Building power and concentrating its ruinous might took moments, rendering it less useful versus nimble

foes.

Yet facing a fixed mark such as the Wall of Flesh and Fire...

Perfection itself.

The ray crashed straight into the shield.

Over a few heartbeats, the wall wailed.

A dreadful, fleshly howl resounded over the field of battle as the barrier's tissue writhed and scorched beneath the

crushing force.

Next, the ray bored right through.

A huge gap tore open straight through the protective wall.

In the distance, Robuke and Mikela gaped in shock.

Their eyes bulged upon witnessing the rupture.

Before this, solely the Scarlet King had managed to puncture the Wall

of Flesh and Fire.

And that had come solely through a bizarre force that twisted the Universal Matrix.

Lacking him, the Monster of the Root and the Warlock of the Root

had long trusted they could fall back securely behind it as needed.

That assurance now lay in ruins.

"Where did they get that thing?!" Mikela bellowed, her tone laced with bewilderment and fury.

Her stare fixed on the odd artifact that had slipped back into Anark's space treasury.

Naturally, Anark had zero plans to divulge the reality.

The Samsara Arsenal Module ranked among the alliance's topmost enigmas. He would never disclose how the Root's abomination remains had fueled the Fortune for this

artifact.

Rather, the True Primordial of the Void just unleashed fresh power.

His presence surged out, bolstering safeguards versus the tainting aura of the Worlds of the Root.

Then came another assault.

The Primordial Force of the Void detonated under perfect command, obliterating all within range, warping space-time, and sending the heavens near the Worlds of the Root into chaos.

Anark cleaved through the horde of horrors and closed in on

Robuke, delivering a savage blow to the Monster of the

Root's torso that hurled him crashing into the terrain.

Meylin alongside the alliance's other supreme experts refused to lag.

They scorched vast portions of their leftover energy stores, raining cataclysmic blows over the chaos.

Escaping abominations turned to dust.

Fouled expanses extending from the Worlds of the Root shattered amid torrents of ruinous might.

Death and ruin poured down like a storm.

Regrettably, the onslaught proved brief.

Though the champions

of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had become

strong enough to resist the Root worlds' foul aura

briefly...

Limits still bound their endurance.

Nevertheless, broad grins spread over numerous faces.

This day marked a grand triumph.

For the first instance since Cain's vanishing, they inflicted a gash upon foe lands.

A huge stride ahead lay claimed.

Anark shot a last lethal look at Robuke and Mikela.

His hand swept forth.

The myriad slain abomination husks strewn about the

battleground abruptly soared to him. Body by body, they dissolved into his spatial treasury.

Merely after scooping up all did Anark withdraw with the army.

Robuke and Mikela glared after the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's retreating ranks, eyes aflame with killing wrath.

Yet under that wrath...

Lurked dread as well.

Fortunes soured for them now.

As memories turned to the war's pivot, both recalled one silhouette.

A youth bearing white locks.

Crimson gaze.

And a broad, chilling grin.

If anyone topped their loathing for Anark...

The Crimson Exarch claimed that spot.

They neared consuming their third Empyrean World when he materialized, towing the True

Depravita of Original Sin.

All shifted thereafter.

Still, such musings faded swiftly.

Robuke and Mikela traded looks.

A perilous accord sparked betwixt them.

Should this persist, Root powers faced piecemeal downfall.

Such an end must not come.

A somber exchange unfolded far inside the Worlds of the Root while the vast rent in the Wall of Flesh and Fire gradually mended.