The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2512 The Crimson Exarch vs Curse Eaters

The Crimson Exarch cast his gaze upon the two Curse Eaters positioned in the void.

Their fused killing intent proved utterly dominant. It swept over the battlefield resembling a shadowy tempest, so dense it forced even mighty fighters to shiver.

However, Noah's sole response was a broad grin.

The instant after, he advanced with one step.

His form broke apart into rivulets of golden glow.

Jason and Elizabeth's brows furrowed right away as Noah disappeared from view. Their senses were finely tuned to space-time flows, but they detected zero disturbance, no shift, no wave in reality's weave.

It seemed the man had just vanished from their dimension entirely.

"On your six."

A soft voice resounded from behind them.

The pair of Curse Eaters whirled around without delay to confront the origin.

Noah stood there.

Tranquil. Grinning. Utterly at ease.

Jason and Elizabeth exchanged a silent look.

For the first instance on this battlefield, unease started seeping into their cores.

The dynamics had shifted.

No longer were they the ones bewildering and captivating their foe.

Now, they pondered the nature of the strength confronting them.

And matters were set to worsen further for the duo.

A dazzling beam of light streaked across the void.

Meylin reappeared on the battlefield.

Her blade shimmered with vast might as she landed next to Noah, her wings emanating the essence of Original Sin.

Elizabeth had barely subdued Meylin before, but the clash had demanded enormous effort from the Curse Eater to claim the upper hand.

Challenging this enigmatic arrival in her depleted state would prove much tougher.

Yet right when it looked like the duo from the Crimson World would face the Curse Eaters from the Tenth Empyrean Worlds as one—Noah spoke up abruptly.

"Go into the Worlds of the Root," he instructed steadily. "They will need you more than me."

Meylin's eyes flared open a bit.

Yet she showed no delay.

With a quick nod, she plunged down via the enormous breach in the Wall of Flesh and Fire, vanishing into the tainted realms below.

Seeing this ignited fury and shame within the Curse Eaters.

They faced outright disdain.

Openly so.

Nevertheless, despite the insult, it offered a silver lining.

Should their foe truly underrate them, that error might prove fatal for him.

At once, the Curse Eaters' auras climbed sharply.

Ever upward.

Still higher.

Before long, the void quaked under their might's weight as a devastating surge of spiritual energy radiated out.

Noah observed the inky surge barreling his way.

Then he drew in a measured breath.

His aura burst forth explosively.

Golden luster flooded the void while the clashing powers met like clashing seas.

Light versus shadow raged fiercely, lighting the battlefield as if day and night waged endless war for control.

Deep creases formed on the Curse Eaters' brows.

Thanks to their innate traits, Curse Eaters boasted vast energy pools and soul strength.

Jason and Elizabeth stood far above average in their kind.

They served on the High Council of the Tenth Empyrean Worlds.

Even so—

A lone individual matched them evenly.

The pair shared a glance and nodded in unison.

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

Echoing booms rang from their innards, like bonds shattering deep in their souls.

Their auras erupted wildly.

Streams of soul energy poured from their beings.

Multiple Depravita Auras materialized at once, flawlessly aligned, as if their forms housed several life essences.

Three horrifying silhouettes loomed behind Elizabeth.

One bore a somber crown, her gaze exuding death's icy core.

Flanking her were two more shades, each channeling dread facets of ruin and nothingness.

Jason's display proved more intense still.

Not one or two forms trailed him—

Hundreds manifested.

Thousands, no less.

Each one's aura paled against Elizabeth's trio of dark sovereigns.

But their collective might built to a horrifying peak.

Right away, the shadowy spiritual surge from the Curse Eaters pressed ahead.

Its vastness started repelling the golden glow encasing the Crimson Exarch.

Noah witnessed the shadows encroaching.

Nearer.

Even nearer.

Should it touch him, even briefly, it could shatter his guard—and that instant would let the pair deliver a crippling, maybe fatal blow.

Yet Noah remained steadfast.

Rather, his grin broadened.

He breathed in deeply.

Suddenly, his Order Wings tore into reality's weave. Golden blaze erupted from his Red King Eyes.

Then an astonishing event unfolded.

A huge rift tore open in the void behind Noah.

And through that gash—

A deluge of golden splendor gushed out.

It roared forth like a torrent smashing a broken levee.

Upon slamming into the Curse Eaters' dark spiritual surge, Jason and Elizabeth's hearts quivered.

For they perceived within it something transcendent.

A might binding all creation.

A energy coursing through the cosmos, eternal and boundless. Through the Power of Order, his Neo-Angel Core, and command of the Flow, Noah extended past the battlefield's limits.

Aided by his Red King Eyes, he forged a conduit to vastness beyond.

He tapped a current from the Endless River of the Flow—the universal stream uniting all being.

And he loosed it on his adversaries.

The golden flood demolished the shadows like dawn's initial gleam banishing infinite gloom.

Jason and Elizabeth gritted their teeth, channeling all their strength—and that of the soul-bound Curse Eaters—against the onslaught.

But it fell short.

They couldn't withstand force summoned from such a realm.

Finally, the golden stream struck them squarely.

The collision rattled the void.

The Curse Eaters hurtled backward through space's vacuum, crimson spraying from their lips.

Blood poured from every facial opening amid the crushing spiritual harm.

Noah's grin stretched wider watching them soar.

And then—

He charged ahead.