The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2513 The fall of the First Layer

Jason and Elizabeth had hardly a moment to catch their breath when the Crimson Exarch materialized high above them.

His pair of golden guns merged seamlessly, morphing into a gigantic gatling cannon. Noah squeezed the trigger without a second thought.

A deluge of golden rays cascaded onto the Curse Eaters, resembling a tempest of sacred radiance.

Grimacing, Jason and Elizabeth wrestled control over their wounded forms. Dodging the onslaught was impossible now.

Blocking it was their only option.

Jason summoned his energy into his hand and shoved it skyward. In a flash, countless shadowy phantom palms erupted around his thrust, ascending like a thicket of darkness.

Next to him, Elizabeth poured her strength into her trident. Its three prongs blazed with the horrifying forces of death,

annihilation, and oblivion, birthing a twisting vortex that rushed up to clash with the golden downpour.

The joint barrier from the two Curse Eaters demolished the majority of the falling beams.

Yet some pierced through.

A few golden rays evaded the defense and stabbed into their flesh.

Injuries ravaged them deeply. Agony tore through their nerves.

Still, the Curse Eaters showed no pause.

They lunged ahead right away.

Elizabeth thrust her trident directly at Noah's eyes.

The Crimson Exarch countered in a blink. He lifted one gun barrel as a shield, knocking the trident aside and letting its ruinous force detonate pointlessly overhead.

Simultaneously, Noah pointed his other gun at Elizabeth's midsection, ready to shoot.

But Jason materialized at his side precisely then.

The Curse Eater's fist rocketed toward Noah's temple at deadly velocity. Noah's gaze sharpened.

Swiftly, he switched the right-hand weapon's mode—from pinpoint beam to broad plasma spray.

He fired.

The explosion slammed into Elizabeth's belly, searing through skin and plating alike.

The gun's kickback was immense. It hurled Noah back, letting him evade Jason's strike by a hair.

Elizabeth disregarded the searing gash in her gut.

Side by side with Jason, she chased after Noah without delay.

The Crimson Exarch wielded tremendous might, yet one flaw stood exposed.

His prowess in close quarters lagged far behind his distant firepower.

For the Curse Eaters, this proved a golden opportunity.

They excelled in savage hand-to-hand brawls.

In spite of their wounds, their velocity stayed horrifying. Within one pulse, they bridged the gap to Noah.

But right as they neared attack distance—

Noah's form unraveled into swirling golden strands.

Not even an instant passed before both Curse Eaters' senses blared alarms.

They whirled around at once.

There stood Noah behind them, a gun trained on each.

Then he unleashed hell.

A cascade of scorching golden blaze burst from the muzzles, swallowing the pair of Curse Eaters instantly.

Their forms hurtled through the void, charred patches blooming over their bodies.

Though their hides bubbled under the fierce plasma inferno, Jason and Elizabeth kept their wits razor-sharp.

They had to grasp their foe's nature.

How could Noah vanish and reform elsewhere in a mere heartbeat, untouched by space or time's rules?

Naturally, the Crimson Exarch kept his mysteries veiled.

He simply rocketed after them.

While pursuing the two Curse Eaters through the emptiness, Noah seized every instant to overload his weapons, pumping in more energy blended with The Flow's potency.

Yet the void wasn't the sole arena.

The Curse Eaters' retreat didn't quiet the chaos within the Worlds of the Root.

A dramatic change had swept through, though.

Free from Jason and Elizabeth, Anark and Meylin turned their undivided fury on the Monster of the Root and the Warlock of the Root.

The True Primordial of the Void's eyes blazed with insatiable murder lust as his strike hammered Robuke's chest dead-center.

The impact pulverized ribs and flung the Monster of the Root into the shattered terrain, boring straight through to the layer beneath.

"ARGHHHH!"

Harrowing as the wounds were, Robuke endured.

Furious bellows escaped him as bat-wings unfurled, propelling him skyward anew. His war axe's aura detonated while he cleaved it at Anark's fists.

The clash quaked the field.

Anark gritted his teeth fiercely.

Every shred of his power strained to counter Robuke's might.

Early in their duel, Anark had dominated clearly.

But that short, savage bout with Jason had carved deep scars into body and soul alike, sapping his reserves and hindering his Samsara Immortal Body's instant healing.

Regardless—

The True Primordial stood unyielding.

Countless warriors had perished to Robuke's blade.

Innumerable lives lay in ruins.

He was bound to them all to obliterate the monster's essence utterly.

"ARRGHHHH!"

Anark bellowed, erupting with his last reserves of might.

In a savage power burst, he batted the war axe away and barreled into Robuke.

The colossal pair smashed upward into the Second Layer's roof within the Worlds of the Root, rupturing it in a cataclysmic blast.

The collision unleashed colossal quakes rippling across the full First Layer.

Vast landmasses crumbled, plummeting into the abyss below.

Meylin observed the devastation spreading.

A subtle smirk curved her mouth.

The Curse Eaters had snatched away a sure triumph.

But through every hindrance—

Victory seemed poised to crumble the topmost stratum of the Worlds of the Root this day.

Her stare hardened.

With a fluid sword sweep, Meylin bisected a colossal fire dragon charging at her.

Scorching flames parted as she blazed through the fray.

Her focus fixed on one target.

The Warlock of the Root.