The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2530 The real might of a Sacred Treasure

Understanding began to light up in the eyes of the Royal Blutlinie below.

Gradually, the reality started to reveal itself.

The Red King wielded monstrous power—immense beyond measure—but his origins weren't some impenetrable enigma connected to superior realms or ancient empires.

He was... commonplace.

Or at least, unprotected.

Without support.

Within their grasp.

Shakra's grin broadened as he detected the change.

The seeds of doubt Cain had planted moments earlier were fading. The

hesitation gripping Eternal Soul Kingdom's warriors dissolved, giving rise to something infinitely more perilous—

Confidence.

The clash with the Nirvana Crown Prince had undeniably weakened the Eternal Soul King. Nevertheless, tremendous power still coursed through him.

Overcoming the Red King single-handedly would have been challenging.

But solitude didn't define him.

Not like Cain.

"You have no one," Shakra echoed, voice firm and assured.

Cain stayed silent briefly.

A subtle shiver ran through his form.

Yet it wasn't fear.

Not terror.

Altogether different.

Suddenly—

"Hahahahahahaha!"

His laughter thundered across the heavens.

No deceit tainted it.

No sly ploy.

Pure, unbridled scorn alone.

The echoes struck so fiercely that Royal Blutlinie hearts quaked, unease stirring deep inside.

Mere seconds passed in laughter.

Yet it dragged on endlessly.

Silence fell—

Cain raised a hand to his mask.

And shattered it.

Shards cascaded down, baring his face across the battlefield—and the glowing, nearly insane grin adorning it.

"You're right," he stated calmly. "I am the Scarlet King. And I am alone."

His eyes roamed the battlefield.

"For the first time in a very, very long time... I can say that with certainty."

His grin grew sharper.

"No subordinate. No ally. No master..."

A momentary hush.

"...not even that idiot of a brother."

Frowns creased the listeners' faces amid bewilderment, but Cain disregarded them.

"However," he pressed on, tone subtly altering, "there's something you're wrong about."

His stare pinned Shakra.

"What I meant by negotiation was you handing your fragments to me."

A subtle hungry gleam flickered in his eyes.

"I need them."

"For my collection."

The instant those words landed—

Sacred Treasure fragments melded into his legs.

Before integration finished, arm fragments emerged—encircling his limbs, sheathing them near fully, one hand alone bare.

"BOOOOOOM!"

Energy burst forth from his frame.

It shot skyward as a pillar, stabbing the heavens' upper strata. Power's crushing density twisted nearby space, birthing an aura nearly godly.

Shakra's eyes bulged.

Cain commanded nearly every arm fragment.

First time around, something awakened inside the Eternal Soul King.

Not fear.

Raw instinct.

A dire alert.

He had forever belittled the Ninth Realm, deeming its

denizens trivial. Even so, he conceded—

The Dark Blood King shone exceptionally.

A worthy opponent.

One of that caliber wouldn't yield fragments of

such vital worth.

Thus—

Cain had unearthed them personally.

Claimed them.

Under every searching army's nose.

Deeper Shakra's insight delved, fiercer his instincts howled.

Danger.

He even tried invoking his supreme card—Ancestor Domain—but soul torment halted him. The previous fight had drained him excessively.

Physical might must suffice.

And Ancestor Power.

Still, peering below revealed a consoling view

to him.

Immortal Nirvana Kingdom forces withdrew.

Confused. Baffled.

One truth shone clear—

Scarlet King protection wasn't theirs.

"Good," Shakra murmured.

"They may be tired, but together... we can kill him."

His stare toughened on the remote scarlet pillar.

"My warriors-"

Completion eluded him.

For next instant—

Cain materialized right before him.

Straight strike hammered Shakra's chest.

Yet no flight followed—far graver terror transpired.

Shakra perceived it immediately.

The force.

The vibration.

Scarlet plasma wings on Cain's back engaged with

something—

Something lodged in the chest plate freshly integrated to his form.

One heartbeat later, vibration surged outward.

From the chest plate—

To all Sacred Treasure fragments he owned.

Years had rendered those fragments second skin.

Perfectly mastered. Totally fused.

Removal demanded his death.

Or soul shattering.

At minimum...

So he'd assumed.

But now—

Beneath his aghast stare—

The shards stirred. They broke away from his form.

Piece by piece.

Like they possessed their own minds. And they soared-

Straight toward Cain.

The Scarlet King showed no hesitation.

Even before the shards could fully arrive, he spun his body and unleashed a savage kick at Shakra's face.

This time, the Eternal Soul King hurtled downward,

crashing into the ground with immense power, fracturing the terrain below him.

The battlefield came to a halt.

All warriors froze in shock.

Unable to grasp what they had just seen.

And in that hush-

Cain grinned.

Dazzling.

Victorious.

All had unfolded precisely as he intended.

Right from the outset.

He had infused the chest plate with the Power of Chaos prior to

passing it to the Nirvana Crown Prince. He desired Shakra

to claim it.

To merge it.

To blend it with his other shards.

For concealed inside that segment-

Lay a seed.

A piece of Chaos.

Its mission was straightforward.

To propagate. To corrupt the other shards.

Thus when the moment arrived-

Cain could seize command. Dominate them.

And summon them back.

To the bearer of the most shards.

Himself.

"SUCCESS!"

As the shards fused into his frame, Cain bellowed.

They extended over him—legs, arms, chest—building a more and more

whole suit of armor that emanated dreadful might.

Just one segment was still absent.

Yet even then-

It sufficed.

To allow the Sacred Armor to unveil its true glory.

And for all onlookers-

To realize.

They beheld an astonishing spectacle.