The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2518 Nito

Anark's enormous frame rested unmoving in the emptiness, like a hushed cosmic giant while the Crimson Exarch received the Inheritance of the Flesh inside him.

The procedure showed no hint of restraint.

World Strength poured into Noah's form at a horrifying pace. The influx grew so fierce that the surrounding space warped near Anark's shape. A subtle event horizon emerged, curving light and energy as though a tiny black hole formed around the True Primordial of the Void.

But that effect marked just the start.

The Primordial Forces inside Anark's body responded with fury, vibrating in harmony with Noah's being. Bursts of timeless might swelled and receded like oceanic waves from the stars, each surge more potent than before. It was evident already-

Among Primordials, Noah's ascension promised to stand out as legendary.

Still, this wasn't the sole grand occurrence in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

Distant from there, chaos gripped the Worlds of the Root.

The merged life force from the two altered Empyrean Worlds churned fiercely, fighting to mend the devastating wounds from the latest clash.

Salvation eluded the First Layer for the moment.

Yet the real peril lurked in the Second Layer.

Full continents from higher up had tumbled into it, shaking its foundation. Without curbing that harm, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's following strike might demolish the frail layer in

just moments.

The world responded on instinct.

Immense streams of tainted vitality flowed across the layers, bolstering fragile spots and striving to steady the crumbling land.

At the same time, the Root's High Lords and Champions labored without pause to direct that effort, directing the world's power to avert utter ruin.

Buried at the heart of the Worlds of the Root-

Two silhouettes lingered quietly.

Robuke, the Monster of the Root.

And Mikela, the Warlock of the Root.

Each sank deep into the world's core essence, pulling its strength to mend their wounded souls.

Though healing progressed, their faces stayed grim and heavy. Weaklings they were not.

Quite the opposite-they ranked among the Root's mightiest in its order. Both had joined in devouring many universes in the past.

But on this occasion-

They led the charge.

This invasion was theirs.

Their big chance.

Victory would have launched them beyond their present bounds. The Root would have honored them by advancing their forms past the Third Realm, bestowing Emperor of the Root titles.

Just a few such figures existed.

And every one struck terror.

Beings who could dominate whole universes.

Leaders of forces strong enough to endanger even Fourth Realm entities.

Luckily for the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, gaps between universes stretched beyond imagination. Root Emperors couldn't bridge them swiftly. Crossing demanded hundreds of thousands of years without aids.

That's why the Root deployed Hearts of the Root-those gateways linking universes.

Like the one Cain shattered after rousing the Power of Chaos.

But such details held no relevance anymore.

The key lay in the strength present inside the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

And it fell short.

Robuke and Mikela had barely survived their prior fight.

Should the trend persist-

Nothing awaited but demise and nothingness.

They required a shift.

Right away.

As these notions filled their thoughts-

The core's space quivered.

Next-

A shape materialized.

Shadows cloaked him like a vital cloak, hiding

all but a pair of shining purple eyes. Robuke and Mikela's stares turned keen at once.

They knew him.

And rage followed.

"Nito!"

Robuke showed no restraint.

"What was that?!" he bellowed.

His aura exploded outward, stirring the Worlds of

the Root's very substance. Tainted power inundated the space, heightening his wrath into crushing force.

"Your troops were meant to back us against the Nine Empyrean

Suns Alliance!" he pressed on. "But they showed up too late-after we took heavy losses-and got crushed by the Crimson Exarch!"

The force grew denser.

"Why ally with you if you fail your promises?!"

Mikela stayed quiet beside him.

Yet her icy glare said plenty.

Her strength swelled alongside Robuke's, their powers blending into

an asphyxiating whole.

The joint force loomed huge-

Potent enough to crush a Peak Alpha Omega Overgod.

Nito remained rooted.

Unspeaking.

For an instant, he seemed pinned by their merged might.

Then-

His purple eyes flared.

And an object manifested ahead of him.

A wheel.

Nothing like it had crossed their sight before.

The wheel held six unique realms, each depicting a phase of being and renewal. Each segment pulsed with deep cosmic might, capturing a core element of life,

death, and change.

The instant it surfaced- All shifted.

The wheel spun lazily.

And with its turn-

Robuke and Mikela's unleashed pressure warped.

Twisted.

Flipped.

It rushed back at them.

The rebound hit without delay.

They flew back hard, their huge bodies slamming as

blood sprayed from their mouths.

The flip held total sway.

True, prior combat had left them frail.

Even then-

To suffer such utter defeat, right in the Worlds of the Root's core-

Proved horrifying.

Nito regarded them with composure.

He made no effort to mask his look.

Pure scorn.

And revulsion.

"I don't like you," he stated icily.

"I consider you aberrations." "Bottom-feeding mutations."

His tone lacked feeling-just verdict.

"I would rather swim through garbage than work with your kind."

The wheel at his back kept turning, its weight mounting every tick.

"If it were up to me..." His purple eyes blazed fiercer.

"I would have erased your species from the universe long ago."

The force swelled more.

"And then marched into the Emptiness itself..."

"...to purge every last one of you from existence." Each word from Nito amplified the wheel's might.

Robuke and Mikela sensed it piercing their souls.

Unleashed, that wheel's force would ravage their Primordial Essence catastrophically. Its essence eluded full grasp, yet the stellar powers driving it screamed dread. This wasn't mere flesh-rending or regen-overcoming-it surpassed all that.

It struck at existence's root.

Their selves.

Their awareness.

Their resolve.

The truth chilled them. For Root dwellers, that end topped death.

Eons of growth had freed them from their race's chains. Through endless fights and ceaseless devouring, they claimed selfhood-the power to reason, choose, pursue their paths.

To forfeit it...

To revert to brainless thralls beneath the Root's total command-

Was an nightmare beyond endurance.

Thankfully, Nito's domineering might eased.

The wheel's spin eased, the choking force fading bit by bit. Meanwhile, the sharp chill in Nito's purple eyes mellowed-just a touch.

"Luckily for you," Nito declared steadily, his voice laced with subtle command, "my King has decreed that we must support the Root in this war against the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance."

He halted, allowing the statement to settle. "And we will."

His stare hardened anew.

"From now on, you will do everything I say."

Silence hung briefly.

"And if you deviate in the slightest..."

Nito lifted his gaze to the upper strata of the Worlds

of the Root-toward the High Lords' realm.

"I will simply find someone else to take your place."

His voice stayed neutral.

"I am certain there are many who would be eager to assume

leadership of this world."

Robuke and Mikela shuddered.

Not from pain's dread-

But from insight. In the Root's ranks, loyalty rang false.

Obedience alone ruled.

A chain forged by the Root's own decree.

And that chain shifted.

A better fit would prompt the Root to yank their power away. Worse, High Lords would enforce it without qualms-by consuming them. Backed by Nito, ousting them proved simple.

Robuke and Mikela shared a look.

Their faces mixed turmoil.

Conquerors by nature-intruders towering over all,

whose desires would claim universes whole.

But now-

They dwindled to mere followers. Pawns. The shame burned deep.

Yet neither cracked.

A sly, scheming gleam lit their eyes.

They bowed their heads. And agreed.

They would bear it.

Swallow the disgrace.

For the moment.

For they grasped a core truth- Power ruled all.

And upon reclaiming it... Upon hitting their zenith once more...

Upon devouring the Nine Empyrean

Suns Universe's vitality and realms-

They would seize back all lost.

Plus extra.

They masked their feelings masterfully.

Their yielding looked real.

But Nito's purple eyes pierced deeper. He viewed their cores, spotting the grudge and drive. The loathing.

And still-

It meant nothing to him.

For Robuke and Mikela missed one vital fact:

They hadn't grasped who-or what power-the King of the

Tenth Empyrean World truly wielded.