The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2511 I am the one who stands above kings

Anark took in the full scope of the battlefield, and for a split second, time seemed to grind to a halt.

Every detail unfolded before him in chilling precision.

He beheld the colossal Root Flame dragons surging upwards at the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's army, their scorching forms primed to devour thousands of Prima Deities and ArchDeities within a torrent of annihilation.

He witnessed the Monster of the Root, Robuke, hoisting his axe for a fatal blow that would pulverize Leonidas, the Knight of the Scarlet Throne.

He observed Meylin fighting fiercely against her foe's bizarre and unfathomable force.

And he even spotted Jason charging straight at him, a crushing strike already building that might fracture the bones of his face.

All that could possibly fail... had failed catastrophically.

The assured triumph that once loomed large now teetered on the brink of total collapse.

The True Primordial of the Void shut his eyes momentarily. A soft sigh slipped from his lips.

A peculiar wave of acceptance swept through him prior to uttering two plain words.

"I agree."

"RUMBLE!"

As soon as those words escaped Anark's lips, the Worlds of the Root and the encircling void shook fiercely, like an immense force had abruptly invaded existence. Bewilderment rippled across the battlefield.

Fighters from the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, Root abominations, and even Jason and Elizabeth all glanced around in astonishment.

Then the event transpired.

The gigantic fire dragons hurtling at the alliance forces—each infused with the dread essence of the Worlds of the Root—were abruptly engulfed by a golden whirlpool.

In one flash, they disappeared.

Gone.

Utterly consumed.

The whole battlefield plunged into awestruck quiet.

Yet that marked merely the start.

Jason stood equally stunned like the rest, but the hybrid refused to falter. His punch pressed onward with relentless might.

However, right as the strike neared the True Primordial of the Void—

A hand cloaked in golden radiance materialized.

It seized Jason's fist.

The luminous hand adapted seamlessly, matching the myriad energies and auras pulsing from the hybrid's assault.

Then, with fluid ease, it wrenched.

Jason's form spun wildly through the air like a plaything tossed away carelessly.

"What is going on?"

The thought had scarcely formed in the hybrid's head when a mighty kick crashed into his back.

His spine quaked fiercely as the impact hurled him far away, blood spraying from his mouth.

Every gaze on the battlefield fixed upon the arrival.

The man who had just thwarted the hybrid that had driven Anark

to his utmost limits.

The Crimson Exarch had come.

His white hair billowed softly amid the battlefield's turbulent winds.

Red eyes blazed with serene ferocity, while vast golden-crimson plasma wings unfurled behind him like blazing stars.

The aura enveloping him radiated both holy dread and terror.

But his actions continued.

Noah shifted his stare to the void.

His right eye ignited with light.

The vast power absorbed from the ingested

Root dragons coursed through his frame.

Then he unleashed it.

The force exploded right before Elizabeth.

Her eyes bulged as the detonation engulfed her.

Escape proved impossible.

The blast enveloped her entirely.

The eruption was so immense that its shockwaves flung Meylin from the battlefield, hurling her spinning through the void.

Silence descended once more over the ravaged domain.

Root abominations and Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance warriors alike gaped in utter disbelief.

The Crimson Exarch's entrance—and the staggering might he unleashed—had rattled all who witnessed it.

Yet Noah appeared utterly unconcerned by the surrounding awe.

Instead, he faced Anark with a broad grin.

"So it's a deal, then."

The True Primordial of the Void regarded Noah with a complex look before nodding deliberately.

"Yes. But you have to fight with everything you have."

"Hahaha."

Noah laughed softly and inclined his head.

"Of course."

His grin expanded.

"Besides, testing my strength against a Curse Eater from the Tenth

Empyrean World sounds like perfect training."

Jason had barely reclaimed command of his body when those words reached him.

His eyes flared wide in horror as he fixed on Noah.

His heart quivered.

The dismay intensified upon beholding Noah's plasma wings and sensing the cosmos itself responding to them.

"The Power of Order..."

Murderous intent flared within the Curse Eater's core.

He balled his fists.

Behind him, the spectral figure bearing hundreds of faces and thousands of arms, exuding fiendish might, materialized anew. "Who are you?" Jason demanded.

Noah regarded him with a brilliant smile.

"I am the flood that will cleanse the universe."

Golden and crimson energy swirled about him.

"I am the one who stands above kings."

The Power of Order and the Flow burst forth around his silhouette.

"I am Noah."

In the instant that followed, his form blinked away in golden brilliance.

He rematerialized right behind Jason.

"Teleportation?!"

Before the Curse Eater could process it,

two golden weapons pressed against his back.

They discharged together.

Dual streams of golden plasma hammered Jason, propelling him skyward with savage force.

Without pause, Noah merged the weapons into a gigantic cannon.

A subsequent blast roared out.

The strike hit Jason at point-blank range, flinging him far into the void's depths.

But Noah pressed on.

The device in his grasp morphed anew, becoming a hybrid of cannon and sniper rifle.

A colossal surge of energy amassed inside it.

The armament siphoned directly from Noah's Neo-Angel Core, yielding in return a horrifying shot.

A plasma orb that streaked ahead at superluminal speed.

Its ruinous force seemed poised to obliterate even a Peak Alpha Omega

Overgod from being.

Jason gritted his teeth, fighting to muster defense.

But recovery eluded him.

Yet as the lethal barrage closed in—

A shadowy trident emerged.

The spear cleaved the plasma orb, bisecting it and rescuing Jason.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

"RUMBLE!"

The split remnants erupted shortly after, their blasts quaking the void's essence.

As the glare dimmed, Elizabeth materialized.

Her visage bore burns from the Root's tainted fires, but her gaze pierced sharp with resolve as she locked onto Noah.

A beat later—

Jason materialized at her side, both glaring at the Crimson Exarch with unadulterated killing intent.