The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2510... to worse

"I need to finish him!"

Anark cast a quick look at Robuke, whose skull kept rebuilding itself. Flesh and bone writhed together in a hideous manner while the vitality from the Worlds of the Root surged into the Monster of the Root, mending him fragment by fragment.

Killing intent burst forth from the True Primordial of the Void.

Yet before Anark could strike, Jason closed in on him. The middle-aged hybrid spun wildly in the air, building force before delivering a savage kick.

Anark just barely guarded against it using his forearms.

A brutal shock rippled through his whole frame. His arms quivered wildly, and agony flickered in his gaze. Jason smirked.

"I might be older than Elizabeth," the hybrid remarked lightly, "but don't underestimate me."

His smirk stretched further as he spun in midair and hammered down another kick with ruthless velocity.

Anark evaded the blow, realizing his luck in doing so.

The instant Jason's foot hit the ground, the whole landmass under them shattered.

The top layer of the Worlds of the Root had already endured catastrophic harm. Huge cracks spiderwebbed over the tainted continent while vast areas started collapsing into the levels below.

Jason showed no concern whatsoever.

It felt odd.

This man seemed to aid the Root's forces by shielding Robuke, yet he displayed zero worry for the world's own ruin.

Anark lacked the moment to question the hybrid's real motives.

He lunged ahead without delay.

His fist blasted toward Jason's chest with immense force.

The punch connected solidly.

Jason's form hurtled backward across the heavens, blood gushing from his lips.

Even with the injury, the hybrid recovered swiftly. In mere moments, he steadied himself and charged back into the fray like the hit never occurred.

The duel between the True Primordial of the Void and the hybrid intensified wildly.

Every clash unleashed shockwaves sweeping the battlefield.

The destruction reached such heights that they punched numerous breaches through the upper layer of the Worlds of the Root, revealing the shadowy, tainted domain underneath.

In usual times, this would spell great fortune for the alliance.

Anark found no comfort, however.

For he detected it.

A colossal wave of furious power exploded afar.

His gaze snapped over.

Robuke stood tall once more.

The True Primordial of the Void gritted his teeth as he felt the

searing stare of the Monster of the Root fixate on him.

The burden of confronting two horrifying foes simultaneously pressed down hard.

Then something unforeseen occurred.

Rather than charging at Anark-

Robuke shifted his attention to a different battlefield.

There, the Champions and High Lords of the Root battled the alliance's top fighters.

A chilling, malevolent grin crept onto the monster's features.

Anark's eyes bulged wide.

"You coward!" he bellowed in rage.

Robuke's grin broadened even more.

With a mighty beat of his bat-like wings, the Monster of the Root rocketed skyward and descended on the battlefield like a harbinger of doom.

His axe gleamed.

A Runic War Avatar got instantly skewered and ripped to shreds.

The gigantic construct burst into shards as the strike's power obliterated countless mighty warriors within. Corpses tore apart, limbs flew skyward while the fiendish axe slashed through all in its way.

"YOU DAMN COWARD!" Anark thundered once more, his heart ablaze with fury.

Yet he remained rooted.

Jason's fist barreled toward him.

The hybrid's prior smirk had faded. His eyes flicked briefly toward Robuke, revealing obvious contempt.

Still, he obstructed Anark's way.

Robuke's grin expanded as he saw his freedom to rampage.

He arced his axe viciously, felling multiple strong warriors who endured the Runic War Avatar's fall. The Monster of the Root prowled like a wolf amid sheep.

And he planned to relish it all.

Honor held no value for him.

Why battle the mightiest foes upfront when the weak begged for slaughter?

But right as he geared up for more carnage-

A halberd wreathed in scorching crimson flames plunged from above.

Robuke lifted his axe to parry.

The collision boomed over the battlefield.

The Monster of the Root squinted at his assailant.

It was Leonidas.

The Knight of the Scarlet Throne faced him, his armor aflame with Scarlet Path might.

Leonidas knew full well he couldn't match Robuke.

Wounded or not, the Monster of the Root outclassed him vastly.

That changed nothing.

While the Scarlet King endured, Leonidas could never perish for good. Body destroyed, he'd reform in time.

And if offering his form saved his kin- He'd embrace it instantly.

No matter the eons of dark slumber.

The resolve and bravery blazing in the Knight's eyes only stoked Robuke's rage fiercer.

With a bellow, the monster batted the halberd away and slashed with his axe.

Leonidas hoisted his shield to defend.

The force hurled him across the battlefield, flinging him through the air as his every bone rattled.

Yet before a second ticked by, the knight flipped midair, shed the surplus force, and barreled back at the monster.

"Fine, little ant," Robuke growled. "I'll squash you first!"

Another fierce wing flap propelled the Monster of the Root ahead, slamming straight into the Knight of the Scarlet Throne.

The crash sent Leonidas soaring anew as Robuke hounded him without mercy.

Distant, Meylin observed all unfolding in the Worlds of the Root.

But return proved impossible.

Her foe moved with blinding speed.

Each clash drained Meylin utterly.

Worse still, the woman's strikes didn't just wound her flesh-

they disrupted her True Depravita Constitution's healing, delaying her injuries' mend.

Meanwhile, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's state worsened swiftly.

Leonidas anchored the battle formation holding back the Root's High Lords. Lacking him, the array crumbled.

Fresh injuries multiplied among alliance fighters as enemy pressure mounted.

"BOOOOOOM!"

As though troubles weren't dire enough, a colossal blast roared from the Worlds of the Root's depths.

The foul domain quaked violently.

Vast rivers of flame erupted from the planet's heart.

Mikela had regained her combat strength.

Like when she repelled Cain long ago,

the Warlock of the Root drew on the Worlds of the Root's life essence.

Her eyes shone with lethal intent as she targeted the alliance's primary force.

Around her, colossal fire dragons materialized- immense, dreadful beings forged from the Root's fiery core. And they hungered to storm the battlefield.