The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2506 A third party enters the battlefield (I)

Over the following months, the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe descended into greater turmoil and volatility. Fierce battlegrounds erupted across vast star territories, where colossal powers collided with such ferocity that Empyrean Worlds quivered from the tremors.

However, unlike earlier years, the Root was not fueling this intensification.

The alliance was.

Through their innovative runic formations and enhanced bloodlines, Anark along with the alliance's top powerhouses managed to delve deep into the upper strata of the Root's Worlds, sowing destruction everywhere they went.

Numerous seasoned fighters couldn't help recalling the war's initial phase—when they followed the Scarlet King himself. Cain had then commanded them to completely annihilate the upper layer of a Root world, a deed once thought impossible.

Now, they trod that same path anew.

Of course, the pace was considerably slower this time.

Following the merger of two Empyrean Worlds, the Root's Worlds had grown vastly tougher. Their frameworks were fortified by inconceivable corruption and twisted matter.

Even more troubling, resistance to corruption fell short of true immunity.

In spite of their engineered bloodlines and defensive runic formations, the alliance's warriors could endure inside the tainted worlds for roughly one hour before the venomous aura started overpowering their forms.

Once that boundary was hit, they had no choice but to withdraw.

This approach demanded tremendous effort.

Nevertheless, each return from combat revealed mounting ruin on the Root worlds—the broadening fissures over their exteriors, the broken continents, and the gradually crumbling cores—filling their hearts with intense exhilaration.

Victory was no mere far-off illusion.

It grew certain.

Warriors from the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance charged back into battle repeatedly, every incursion etching deeper gashes into the adversary.

For a solid five months, the conflict zeroed in almost entirely on the Worlds of the Root.

What an impressive accomplishment.

Only a handful of years back, the Root had commanded the war, compelling the alliance into a purely defensive stance throughout the universe. Now, the tides had fully turned.

The alliance drove the offensive.

And today—

They stood poised for a game-changing push.

Anark hovered in the void, confronting the nightmarish Worlds of the Root.

Behind him sprawled the complete forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, their innumerable fighters forming an immense tide of strength that banished the void's gloom.

Shimmering runic formations etched their armor and skin, as newly ignited bloodlines surged with potent vitality underneath.

During these months, their tolerance for corruption had advanced leaps and bounds.

They could now withstand the cores of the corrupted worlds for hours rather than minutes.

That one advancement transformed the entire dynamic.

Because today, Anark planned to claim the war's first resounding triumph.

Today, they would fracture the upper layers of the Worlds of the Root.

With a measured sweep of his hand, the Myriad Sword Treasure manifested above.

Countless blades arranged into a gigantic pentagram within the void, exuding crushing murderous aura.

At once, the alliance warriors channeled their energies into the treasure.

Torrents of power flowed forth like raging rivers.

The treasure shuddered as it drank in the colossal influx of energy. Its brilliance flared until it mimicked a small sun.

Then—

It launched.

A titanic energy crescent exploded from the Myriad Sword Treasure.

The assault was so vast that it could have sundered Primary Worlds as

if they were nothing more than pebbles.

The crescent slammed straight into the Wall of Fire and Flesh that

surrounded the Worlds of the Root.

Instantly, the hideous mouths set into the wall started

screaming in torment.

The assault ripped through the shield, gouging a huge breach in

its vital flesh. Yet it pressed further.

The crescent surged ahead—

Impacting the upper layer's surface directly.

Whole continents crumbled under its might.

Mountains exploded apart.

Seas of tainted flesh evaporated.

Cataclysm unfolded at planetary magnitude.

"KILL!"

Beholding that splendid breach, Anark bellowed at full volume.

His aura burst forth like a ferocious violet tempest while he rocketed ahead as a comet of ruin.

Meylin flanked him.

Enormous wings erupted from her back as she swiftly invoked Redemption Incarnation, opting to unleash her utmost power right from the fight's outset.

Their leaders' bold charge fired up every warrior trailing them.

The full army surged with might and resolve as they

hurtled onward.

Yet the Root hadn't stayed passive.

From the corrupted worlds' depths, infinite swarms of monstrosities streamed out to clash with the oncoming alliance.

Unlike the alliance—whose commanders led the forefront—the

Root banked on sheer volume.

The monstrosities served merely as expendable fodder, dispatched to drain the foe prior to the real clash.

This was a tactic Robuke and Mikela had employed repeatedly before.

And it had frequently succeeded.

But today—

Circumstances had shifted.

Meylin's eyes blazed as she drove the Sin of Gluttony to its

utmost extreme.

In the following moment, her form melted into an expansive green haze that

spread over myriad kilometers.

The sentient haze collided head-on with the nearing swarm.

Shrieks resounded instantly across the void.

The haze consumed all it touched.

Monstrosities broke down into pure energy and vitality, which the haze

gulped eagerly.

Each devoured beast empowered the haze further.

Robuke and Mikela's eyes bulged at the horrifying display.

The True Depravita of Original Sin had never revealed such a power

previously.

Either she had just unlocked it—

Or she had concealed it purposefully for now.

Either option spelled trouble.

Grasping the peril, the duo's commanders swiftly commanded the monstrosities to disperse, forsaking the disposable array.

Simultaneously, they had to step forward themselves, escorting

the Root's Champions and High Lords. Meylin gorged on as many foes as possible before the haze swiftly reconverged.

Her form rematerialized precisely as Mikela neared.

Her whole being shone with pilfered vitality and amassed

energy, in such excess that explosion seemed imminent.

One sword stroke released it all.

A huge energy crescent thundered ahead, swallowing the Root's Warlock and hurling her brutally into the terrain beneath.

The collision sparked ruinous quakes over the polluted

expanse.

Meylin plunged after her without pause.

"Damn it!"

Robuke bellowed furiously.

Yet distraction was a luxury he couldn't indulge.

For Anark had materialized right in his path.

The Root's Monster channeled every ounce of his might into his colossal axe,

delivering a ruinous blow.

Anark countered without delay.

His eight arms merged into a pair, focusing his strength to the

pinnacle.

His fist rocketed like a imploding star.

As fist met axe—

The void quaked violently.

Enormous shockwaves burst out, hurling closeby fighters

everywhich way and hollowing a vast emptiness around

the pair of giants.