The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2527 Terrible luck

Shakra wasted no time.

As soon as Cain materialized in front of him, the Eternal Soul King sprang into action. His palms flew apart, unleashing a spear-shaped Soul Beast from within—its form squeezed tight into a blade-edge sharpness, thrusting directly at Cain's throat.

A knowing gleam flashed in Cain's eyes. The Flow revealed countless patterns for countering the assault.

Dodging right offered the simplest path, letting him unleash a savage counterblow. But he chose otherwise.

A subtle lean left—exact and measured—barely enough to slip past the attack. Right then, his frame spun, channeling all momentum into his leg.

"WAIT!"

The Nirvana Crown Prince's shout rang out over the battlefield, laced with desperate urgency.

Yet Cain pressed on.

His kick landed true.

It smashed into the charred section of Shakra's face with ruinous might.

"BOOOOM!"

Like a plummeting comet, the Eternal Soul King hurtled downward, smashing into the devastated stronghold. The collision wrought havoc, burying him thousands of kilometers deep as the ground cracked open and caved in from the blow's immense force.

"Dammit!"

Rage and a hint of fear filled the Nirvana Crown Prince's curse.

He lunged to pursue—yet his form wavered.

Though healing treasures had steadied him, full restoration remained distant. As a Peak Alpha Omega Overgod boasting vast vitality, killing him proved nearly impossible—but that durability slowed his mending from such dire wounds, making it grueling.

Grinding his teeth, he willed himself to stay aloft while his phoenix wings blazed.

Suddenly, he materialized next to Cain.

"I told you to wait."

Cold tension filled his tone, devoid of thanks.

Cain displayed no worry.

He merely shrugged.

"I was too focused on the fight to listen," he answered offhandedly. "Besides, what's the problem? The stronghold has already lost its purpose. What difference does a little more damage make?"

For a beat, the Nirvana Crown Prince regarded him wordlessly.

Then a slow breath escaped him.

"It's not the stronghold I care about," he stated. "It's what I hid beneath it."

Cain's gaze tightened a fraction.

Yet before any question—

Deep from the crater's abyss, booming laughter resounded.

Both whirled around.

Amid the broken ground, a silhouette started ascending.

Shakra.

Blood streaked his face, that prior kick having shattered the bare bone under his burned skin.

Nevertheless—

A grin lit his features.

Clutched in his grip lay a chest plate—the very Sacred Treasure fragment Cain had sold to the Nirvana Crown Prince.

Recognition sparked surprise in Cain's eyes. He whipped toward the Nirvana Crown Prince, brow furrowing deeply.

"You hid it there?" he demanded. "Why didn't you keep it in your spatial ring?"

The Nirvana Crown Prince, typically haughty and hot-tempered, betrayed none of it this time.

He appeared merely... weary.

"Spatial rings are not as safe as you think," he answered. "After all, the arm Shakra tore off was the one carrying mine."

Shadows deepened in his stare.

"I concealed the fragment beneath the stronghold, layered with

countless wards. Even if we had been forced to retreat, there was a

chance it would remain undetected."

He halted.

Then fixed his eyes on Cain.

"But your battle with Damian weakened the land... and your kick just sent him straight into the chamber where I hid it."

Silence hung briefly between the pair.

Cain held his stare steadily.

"And how was I supposed to know that?" he countered calmly.

The Nirvana Crown Prince's eyes narrowed briefly.

Then he sighed.

And nodded.

The Red King's Ancestor Power held no link to detecting or sensing concealed formations. No chance existed for him to have

breached the wards on purpose.

This...

Amounted to sheer rotten fortune.

Brushing it off, the Crown Prince turned back to the fight.

He maxed out his healing prowess while fixing his gaze on the

bigger threat.

Shakra.

The Eternal Soul King ignored the pair entirely. To him, their doom was sealed.

His smile lingering, he slammed the chest plate onto his torso.

It melded.

The piece blended perfectly with those he already owned, crafting full armor that draped over his chest,

back, and waist.

Power exploded outward from his frame.

His aura soared upward.

His monstrous vitality surged further, elevating his might to yet more horrifying heights.

Yet he continued.

A hand wave summoned a glowing sphere—shining like a thousand azure suns.

He smashed it without pause.

Sky-blue plasma erupted from the sphere, flooding into him. Flesh and blood gave way—remade—into a gleaming metallic framework that bolstered his body.

His strength surged anew.

Cain's eyes sharpened.

That treasure...

Proved remarkable.

To mend wounds from Limit Alpha Omega Overgod clashes—

while bearing a Half-Step Fourth Realm physique—so rapidly...

It stunned.

Though imperfect.

"There will be backlash," Cain whispered low. "But he doesn't care.

Not now."

His eyes flicked back to Shakra.

"With all the fragments assembled... he thinks he's already won." A grave nod came from the Nirvana Crown Prince.

After a pause, he shot Cain a sidelong look.

"I'm surprised you're still here," he confessed. "Honestly, I expected

you to run after seeing me lose."

A faint smirk tugged at Cain's lips.

"I considered it," he admitted. "But I don't feel like spending months

running while waiting for the Realm Barrier to weaken."

His stare intensified.

"So I figured... helping you win is the better option."

"I see..."

The Nirvana Crown Prince eyed him closely for an instant. Something felt wrong.

A detail eluding his grasp.

But pickiness wasn't an option.

Not at this juncture.

Facing the Eternal Soul King solo...

Yielded but one result.

Death.

No matter the Red King's schemes—

No matter the secrets lurking under that serene facade—

Those could wait.

For now...

They needed to slay the Eternal Soul King.