The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2520 The speed of the Flow

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

Deafening blasts reverberated through the battlefield as unending salvos of strikes, each infused with Peak Alpha Omega Overgod might, hammered into a colossal energy barrier. The raw devastation of each assault could ravage Empyrean Worlds—fracturing continents, vaporizing oceans, and obliterating full biospheres in just days.

And yet...

The shield persisted through months.

Such immense power existed solely in a universe perched on a vastly superior plane of being—a domain where Fourth Realm entities dwelled and clashed, where reality's laws were fortified so profoundly that even Limit Third Realm beings' implosions left no lasting scars on the universe.

This was Paradise.

As the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe savored a fleeting tranquility—sparked by power shifts in the Nine Empyrean Sun Alliance and the Worlds of the Root—the serenity in Paradise's Eighth Realm drew to a close.

High above, the Nirvana Crown Prince gazed at fissures spiderwebbing over the force field.

A profound frustration and sense of doom seeped into his core.

He had delayed as much as possible.

Yet now it was evident—the Realm Barriers wouldn't falter until the shield fully crumbled. Thus, just one course lay ahead.

War.

Flight wasn't viable.

Lacking his command, Shakra and his troops would mercilessly butcher the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's fighters. Then... they would pursue him relentlessly. Solo, victory against them was impossible.

The Crown Prince exhaled steadily.

All uncertainty, all reluctance—vanished.

Supplanted by concentration.

By murderous resolve.

Dwelling on the path to this moment served no purpose. History held no sway. The current fight alone counted.

His eyes swept over the fortress.

He examined the assault arrays and the orderly ranks of

the Blutlinie forces. Then he nodded faintly to himself.

These months weren't wasted in idle vigil.

Preparations were complete.

Each array scrutinized. Every flaw rectified. All scenarios covered. The forces poised—and he matched them.

A strategy existed.

A precise, methodical strategy.

But then...

His sight turned to the uncontrollable factor.

A subtle scowl formed as he eyed a far-off spire—the Red King's territory.

That figure had burned through every military token, amassing heaps of cultivation materials. Relentlessly, day in and day out, he had isolated himself in furious training.

Outwardly, this seemed positive.

A ready fighter always proved valuable.

Yet another chance loomed.

He could be gearing up to flee.

And though the Crown Prince trusted his ability to vanquish him, halting an escape—with foes so near—would prove almost unfeasible.

The notion flickered briefly before dismissal.

He drew in a deep breath and transmitted the command.

"It is time."

As those words resounded across the bastion, unease seized the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

Not one favored the Red King.

His hubris knew no bounds, his aura oppressive.

And yet...

His prowess remained undeniable.

He was a beast rivaling Kings. In this clash, his might might tip scales from triumph to doom.

No reply arrived.

Just quiet.

The strain intensified—

Then abruptly—

A streak of golden brilliance streaked over the field.

The next heartbeat, the Red King materialized among them.

His mask hid his features, yet the golden sheen from his eyes shone clear—brimming with thrill, with eagerness. The assembled fighters wavered between mirth and dread.

They teetered on war's edge... Yet he approached like it was playtime.

The Nirvana Crown Prince ignored his demeanor, however.

What disturbed him ran deeper.

That speed.

No spatial ripple detected. No waves, no warps—nothing signaling a warp.

Yet...

His vision failed to track the Red King's dash.

Just two explanations.

Either velocity beyond his sight—

Or translocation bypassing space entirely.

Both chilled the blood.

A perilous idea rose in the Crown Prince's thoughts.

'After this ends... He must die!'

The Red King's surge alarmed too greatly. The Crown Prince couldn't tolerate such a wild card in his realm.

Naturally, no trace appeared on his visage.

But to Cain...

It screamed openly.

Via his golden-eyed shine, every intent pulse exposed.

Still, it fueled his elation.

Far from quelling it—

He reveled.

Under a year since his prior leap, body and Ancestor Path stagnant.

But Flow command...

That evolved.

There, progress bloomed.

And now—

Time to unleash it.

"What are we waiting for?" the Red King inquired, tone steady yet electric with eagerness.

The remark yanked the Nirvana Crown Prince to the moment.

His gaze hardened.

He nodded decisively, scanning his warriors before fists clenched in determination.

That gesture ignited the endgame.

The bastion's force field ignited—flaring fiercer, energy spiking to peaks unknown.

Then—

It burst forth.

A colossal surge of brilliance and force exploded from the shield, smashing straight into the Eternal Soul Kingdom's onslaught. The blast devoured the strikes, stalling them and dazzling the Royal Blutlinie army in blinding glory.

For an instant—

Hush.

Then—

Chaos ignited.

The ultimate clash between Eternal Soul Realm and Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's Inquisition troops...

Had commenced.