The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2521 The speed of the Fourth Realm

The troops of the Eternal Soul Kingdom lost their vision for just one heartbeat.

Yet that brief instant was sufficient for the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's vanguard.

A ferocious barrage of cannon blasts erupted from the fortress. These shots weren't directed at the fighters—Royal Blutlinie moved far too swiftly for such straightforward assaults to hit reliably.

Aiming at them would squander resources.

Instead...

The cannons targeted the war machines.

Enormous rays of concentrated energy ripped through the battlefield, slamming into the gigantic devices fielded by the Eternal Soul Kingdom. One by one, the machines exploded—bursting into countless shards as their cores failed.

The blasts proved devastating.

And amid the chaos, all Blutlinie manning those machines perished in the fireballs. Thousands perished in that instant.

Shakra gritted his teeth, fury blazing in his gaze while he observed the devastation.

Those war machines weren't merely incredibly costly—they held vital importance in the fight. Though their impact on elite foes remained restricted, any interruption in such fierce combat could open gaps... and gaps determined the war's outcome.

Yet no opportunity existed to lament the casualties.

For the Royal Blutlinie from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom had already closed in.

Despite the lingering glare, the Eternal Soul King

could distinctly spot a fiery silhouette plunging toward him—like a comet of flames slicing the chaos.

The Nirvana Crown Prince.

The Eternal Soul King's eyes gleamed with icy resolve as he lunged ahead, his soul energy bursting forth in a spectacular surge of might. Around him, myriad beasts appeared—grand and nightmarish alike.

Initially, they appeared as mere phantoms—energy and soul projections.

But the next moment...

Their shapes grew solid.

Flesh formed. Mass settled. Essence anchored.

And in their gazes, savage cunning flared.

The Nirvana Crown Prince's stare intensified.

He knew it at once.

That was the Eternal Soul King's Ancestor Power—the power to make illusions real.

A fearsome gift.

Still, the Crown Prince showed no hesitation.

His Ancestor Eye blazed to life, radiating fierce brilliance. Encircling his frame, a phoenix's bony outline appeared, sheathing him like ghostly armor.

His presence exploded upward.

He plunged through the approaching soul beasts, shredding them while racing ahead—to confront the Eternal Soul King directly.

Their impact rattled the entire field.

The heavens shuddered.

The ground shook.

A colossal blast burst from their power's meeting, unleashing ripples over the warzone. Fighters from both sides turned instinctively, eyes wide with wonder and respect.

That...

Represented the battle's ultimate might.

Or so everyone believed.

For not even a moment passed—

Before another detonation boomed.

And this blast...

Didn't result in a deadlock.

Gazes whipped toward the origin.

There stood the figure.

The Red King.

He gripped an Eternal Soul Kingdom fighter by the neck, hauling him skyward at blinding velocity that distorted sight. In a flash, they soared high—

Then the Red King unleashed a savage punch to the warrior's face.

"BOOM!"

The strike hurled the fighter earthward like a shooting star, cracking the terrain under the crash.

Even the Nirvana Crown Prince and Eternal Soul King, entangled in their massive duel, spared a glance that way.

Stunned expressions crossed their faces.

For the one just smashed into the dirt...

Wasn't some common soldier.

He was Damian.

The Eternal Soul Kingdom's deputy leader.

Shakra's elder brother.

The second mightiest fighter across the Eternal Soul Realm.

Cain sensed the myriad eyes fixing upon him.

He merely grinned.

His golden gaze fixed on Damian's crumpled form, sparkling with thrill. He hadn't restrained himself—channeling his complete might into that hit, boosted by Quietus.

Nevertheless...

Damian stood once more.

Nearly right away.

His form showed wounds, yet his toughness proved insane. The Royal Blutlinie's defiance against alien energies shone through—

signaling this duel wouldn't end quickly.

But that broadened Cain's grin.

Perfect.

That promised excitement.

He triggered Apollo's Burst without delay.

Golden fire wreathed his body as his velocity spiked to insane heights. He plummeted like a plummeting comet, streaking through the air with relentless force.

Below, Damian ground his teeth.

His Ancestor Power unleashed.

The ground reacted.

Thick roots and limbs burst from the soil, erecting

giant barriers between him and the incoming Red King. Layer after layer of hardened timber and rock fused, forging an impregnable wall.

Damian's command spanned earth and vitality.

He could summon structures from his essence—or pull straight from the environment, magnifying his power.

As the barriers rose, he lifted his palm, amassing energy. "The shields will hold," he thought. "Long enough to charge my attack. And when he breaks through... I'll release it point-blank."

But as that idea formed—

Cain hit the initial wall.

His frame flared with dazzling golden radiance.

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

Four blasts echoed at once. All barriers crumbled together.

And in that precise moment—

Cain's fist connected.

An uppercut hammered Damian's chin with crushing power,

flinging his body skyward anew. The energy he'd amassed scattered, his strike fizzling before launch.

Hush descended over the battlefield.

Stunned disbelief.

Profound admiration.

Both forces gaped, struggling to grasp the spectacle.

The Red King hadn't just pierced layered fortifications instantly—

He'd done it at inconceivable velocity.

That golden glow...

Exceeded mere strength.

It embodied acceleration.

Such prowess demanded breaking the Third Realm's strict bounds.

Not even Half-Step Fourth Realm experts could match it.

No—

That velocity...

Signified the Fourth Realm proper.