The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2533 The limits of a Fourth Realm Body

In less than a second, Cain erupted from the sky-blue flames sparked by the Soul Beast's explosion. His armor stayed almost spotless, showing no visible dents on its surface—yet below that perfect shell, the shockwave had struck him. His organs quivered within, while a slender stream of blood trickled from the edge of his mouth.

The Sacred Treasure bestowed immense might upon him. It boosted his power and resilience to the Fourth Realm—though still unfinished. Strikes from the Eternal Soul King and the battlefield's united forces could still breach that protection.

Damage gathered little by little.

'If I was a genuine Fourth Realm being,' Cain mused, eyes narrowing sharply, 'I'd eradicate them effortlessly. But now... just my physique has hit that stage!'

The mightiest Eighth Realm fighters charged at him from all sides, their murderous aura raging like a tempest.

'Battling every one of them together... it might turn risky.'

Retreat crossed his thoughts briefly. His gaze flicked toward the far-off horizon.

'I possess the Sacred Armor already. At my velocity, not one could pursue me!'

Hesitation lingered for a mere instant.

Then it dissolved.

Cold resolve ignited in the Scarlet King's eyes as he faced the oncoming horde once more.

'Dangerous it will be... yet the ideal moment to seize all I require before heading back!'

A savage craving erupted from his Perfect Ancestor Drop, sensing within those Royal Blutlinie the sustenance required to advance to the Late Alpha Omega Overgod Rank.

And with no delay—

The Scarlet King plunged in.

Resembling a comet of ruin, Cain hurtled directly into the fray.

A gigantic Soul Beast met him first. Its enormous jaws parted wide, unleashing a sky-blue energy ray that surged toward him with devastating might.

Cain refused to evade.

Instead, he lifted his gauntlet.

The distant Royal Blutlinie squinted. They knew his power to deflect assaults. Impressive—yet restricted. Saturating him with concurrent barrages would expose that flaw.

But—

Cain chose differently.

The dragon-like gauntlet parted its jagged jaws.

A cannon materialized inside.

White flames converged rapidly, condensing into a thick plasma orb before blasting out in a dazzling flash.

The assaults clashed.

The heavens appeared to halt for an instant.

Then—

The white plasma utterly dominated the blue ray.

It bored through it, pressed on, and ripped apart the huge Soul Beast, cleaving its form neatly in two. The attack did

not halt there—it surged further, hitting another Soul Beast plus two Royal Blutlinie ahead.

The creature vanished in a flash, its fragments scattering through the air.

The Royal Blutlinie dodged at the final second—but partially. One forfeited an arm, the other a limb.

Relief flashed briefly in their gazes. Grievous injuries, yet they endured. But prior to drawing another breath—

Their forms shuddered.

Terror seized their faces as motions lagged... minds stalled... their essence itself slowed to a stop.

The glow in their eyes dimmed.

And they plummeted.

The strike held not just vast might—it carried the Quietus Force. Even absent full bodily ruin, it permeated their flesh and spirits, stopping them internally.

A subtle grin curved Cain's mouth.

Yet it faded swiftly.

His sight darted sideways.

From the shattered Soul Beast's debris, Shakra burst forth, motion seamless, timing impeccable. His Soul Beast-enhanced leg whipped out in a lethal kick straight for Cain's skull.

Even using the Flow—

Cain couldn't dodge completely.

He crossed both arms to defend.

The collision boomed through him, hurling him skidding through the sky for kilometers.

"Keep pushing forward!" the Eternal Soul King bellowed, his cry resounding over the chaos. "If you want to live—then he has to die!"

His command fired up the fighters.

Fear morphed to resolve. Doubt to steadfastness.

They rushed ahead with fresh savagery.

Weaker Blutlinie couldn't draw near. Cain's aura would paralyze ArchDeities short of him. All

they could manage was observing from distance.

And the sight they beheld—

Shattered logic.

Over thirty Alpha Omega Overgods pursued one lone figure across the field, hurling ceaseless torrents of ruinous force. The firmament crumbled repeatedly from their onslaughts.

Yet—

The Scarlet King proved unyielding.

Whatever they hurled...

He stayed perpetually ahead.

Blows capable of rending worlds hammered his frame—yet the Scarlet King

withstood the onslaughts, striking back without hesitation. Each retaliation delivered fatal accuracy, shattering physiques, shredding protections, and reaping souls seamlessly.

Their velocity defied all understanding.

One instant, combat raged over a single continent—then, in the blink

of an eye, they gouged vast chasms across another. Though the Royal Blutlinie seethed with fury against him...

Awe surged uncontrollably within their hearts.

This embodied power.

Absolute power.

The prowess to confront a whole realm single-handedly—not just endure, but utterly conquer.

Such dominance was what every one of them yearned to claim. The clash persisted beyond thirty minutes until at last. "BOOOOOOO000000000000000OOMMMMMMM!"

An enormous detonation burst in the far-off heavens.

It overshadowed all earlier collisions.

The blast wave raced through the domain, flinging even remote fighters skyward. The brilliance shone so fiercely it seared the sight of

all who dared stare straight into it.

Yet still—

Not a soul turned away.

Amid the dazzling glare, the vision appeared.

The form of the Scarlet King—

Plummeting.

His frame hurtled from the skies like a shattered comet, smashing into the

ground with ruinous might.

The terrain cracked apart.

Seismic tremors swept the realm.

And for the first time since the fight ignited— The Scarlet King lay defeated.