The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2529 Chaos of Disruption: Soul Splitter

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Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Three overwhelming auras pierced the sky as Red King, Nirvana Crown Prince, and Eternal Soul King clashed in a battle to decide the war's fate. Shakra summoned colossal Soul Beasts, forcing Cain and the Crown Prince into brutal combat amid initial clashes. Their coordination sharpened into a synchronized rhythm, forging an artificial trust that allowed them to shatter Ragnarok and open a path to Shakra. Cain then instructed the Crown Prince to create an opening for his strongest attack, igniting a scarlet light in the prince's eyes.

"-ARGHHHH!"

The Nirvana Crown Prince unleashed a roar with all his remaining vigor.

His shout ripped across the battlefield while he charged ahead, velocity surging to its utmost limit. Encircling him, the phoenix's bony specter swelled massively, solidifying further as its fiery silhouette unleashed tremendous might, with rebirth flames erupting fiercely in one final blaze. Simultaneously, Sacred Treasure fragments encasing his legs blazed alive, channeling raw power straight into his frame.

A shrill avian screech resounded through the skies as he streaked forth like a apocalyptic mythical creature.

The Eternal Soul King refused to stand still.

Shakra's gaze intensified while his Sacred Treasure shards ignited, boosting his bodily prowess to a horrifying extreme. Yet he pushed beyond-even much beyond.

A Soul Beast emerged beside his arm.

It merged into his flesh.

Into his bones.

Its essence integrated fully with him, elevating his punch's potency to insane heights as he thrust his fist to intercept the approaching claw.

The impact proved devastating.

An enormous blast wave burst outward, shredding the heavens and shattering vast swathes of space. Existence cracked beneath their brutal confrontation, flinging both combatants apart in opposing trajectories.

Blood welled in Shakra's throat, yet he disregarded it.

For a far more dreadful sight had emerged.

His vision locked onto the third figure.

The Red King.

And the vision before him-

Instilled sheer terror.

The cosmos's weave itself appeared to react to Cain. The core

structure of reality warped and contorted as his wings melded with it,

absorbing energy of an incomprehensible magnitude.

He wasn't the sole observer.

All Royal Blutlinie warriors on the field sensed it.

Beheld it.

That colossal, ruinous energy coiling around Cain. "Chaos of Disruption: Soul Splitter!"

His declaration boomed over the battlefield-calm, icy, unyielding.

Crimson plasma coalesced by his palm, shaping into wailing, spectral forms. Merely their aura made nearby Royal Blutlinie souls quiver in fear. A single glance evoked primal terror.

Imagination of their might proved unnecessary.

For the very next moment-

Cain disappeared.

Harnessing the Endless River of the Flow's impetus-

He attacked.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

A wail of utter, spirit-shattering torment detonated over the battlefield.

Yet it didn't originate from Shakra.

It erupted-

From the Nirvana Crown Prince.

Briefly, not even he grasped the occurrence. In one heartbeat, airborne; in the next-

A searing energy stabbed through his spine.

Next-

His soul fragmented.

Cleaved into seven shards.

Instant demise didn't follow.

Something infinitely graver did.

His awareness crumbled, thoughts diving into an endless void of utter devastation. His form slackened into a profound coma, beyond self-recovery.

The battlefield halted.

All fighters-from either faction-gaped in shocked hush.

The Red King had turned against the Nirvana Crown Prince and the

Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

Triumph loomed so close. That strike might have maimed the

Eternal Soul King.

Still-

He had redirected it onto his comrade.

Perplexity. Astonishment. Incredulity.

No one comprehended.

Did he side with Shakra?

Yet the Eternal Soul King's face mirrored the shock.

No.

No pact existed here.

This transcended alliance.

Cain remained indifferent.

To their astonishment.

To their bewilderment.

Solely one sensation concerned him-

Total lack of opposition.

All volition from the Nirvana Crown Prince had vanished. Left behind stood a vacant shell-ready for domination, seizure, or annihilation.

His gaze sparkled.

With mere intent, Sacred Treasure fragments detached

from the Crown Prince's form. They hovered momentarily before Cain deposited both the unconscious hybrid and them into his spatial ring.

"Stay there for now," he whispered gently. "I have plans for you!"

A chill, scheming glint danced in his eyes, though the moment wasn't right.

He pivoted toward Shakra.

"I wonder..." Cain remarked, voice nearly offhand, "if you'd like to

negotiate."

The Eternal Soul King faltered briefly.

Myriad ideas flashed in his head, yet his attention honed rapidly.

"You hold no leverage to bargain," Shakra shot back icily. "Surrender the fragments, and your end will be swift."

His eyes flicked to the chaos below, then fixed back on

Cain.

"After all... you stand alone."

Cain displayed zero dread.

Zero haste. Just subtle mirth.

"Are you certain?" he queried breezily. "I could be a key figure. Slaying me might unleash repercussions you'd regret. Even the slaughter of all present!"

His declaration sent ripples across the battlefield.

Uneasy glances passed between the Royal Blutlinie on both sides.

This much was undeniable.

The Red King wielded immense power—ridiculously so. His powers were peculiar, his background shrouded in mystery. The chance he hailed from a superior realm

seemed entirely plausible.

Maybe even a Sacred Kingdom of Chaos and Order.

Under the rule of a Fourth Realm Sacred King.

Should that prove true...

Slaying him might spell doom for everyone.

Hesitation began to seep in.

Even massive armies could falter before the enigmatic unknown.

But Shakra—

harbored no such doubt.

He merely grinned.

A smirk brimming with insight and scorn.

"You're not from the lower realms," he said.

His gaze then sharpened.

"You're just an ant from the Ninth Realm."

Fresh waves of astonishment surged outward.

Disbelief even flickered among his own troops. The notion that a being

like the Red King sprang from the feeblest realm felt

utterly preposterous.

Shakra pressed onward.

"It was unclear at first," he admitted. "But after that first kick... I

recognized your aura."

He gestured at his chest plate.

"It's the same aura as the ant who dared defy me. The one who

ignored my command... and killed my subordinate."

His tone turned icy. "The one I entrusted with this fragment of armor."

A brief silence fell.

Then—

"The one I thought was lost in the Ninth Realm."