The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2534 Scarlet Shooting Star!

The Eternal Soul King hovered in the heavens, blood dripping from every inch

of his frame. His breaths came in harsh gasps, every draw of air a torment, but a broad, victorious grin dominated his features.

It had demanded everything.

Sacrifices. Losses. Half his forces. Even scorching his life force and soul force, vital essences nearly impossible to restore for a Limit Third Realm expert.

Yet they had succeeded.

For one brief moment—they had stalled the Scarlet King's unstoppable advance.

And in that split second, Shakra had unleashed it all.

All Soul Beasts merged into his form exploded simultaneously, unleashing a devastating blast. Shockwaves ravaged entire continents, swallowing the Scarlet King in a tempest of utter destruction.

"Even with a Sacred Treasure bolstering his defenses..." Shakra whispered, blood pouring from his mouth with each syllable, "that explosion should have ripped his innards to shreds."

His tone rasped, barely human, yet its savage intensity set the surviving Royal Blutlinie ablaze.

The clash had endured less than thirty minutes.

And still—

The fallen Alpha Omega Overgod Royal Blutlinie numbered over fifteen.

"Now's the moment!" Shakra bellowed, summoning power into his crumbling body. "Deliver his head to me!"

Upon his order, two Peak Alpha Omega Overgod Royal Blutlinie surged

ahead, plunging toward the pit where the Scarlet King had crashed. Among the swiftest survivors, they spanned the battlefield instantly, slicing through the lingering impact haze.

Their gazes blazed with thrill.

With eagerness.

They would deliver the final blow to the terror. Seizing the glory of slaying the Scarlet King.

But—

As the fumes parted...

All motion halted.

The Scarlet King rose there.

Immobile.

Unscathed.

Injuries marred the armor beneath—faint traces of harm—but his presence flared like a stellar blaze, immense and crushing. As though the cataclysmic strike had merely toppled him briefly.

Terror gripped the pair at once.

They attempted flight, yet too slow.

Cain struck.

His armored fist thundered out, pulverizing one warrior's skull in one strike. Simultaneously, his free hand seized the other's leg.

Then—

He smashed him down.

Once.

Twice.

Repeatedly.

Every crash fractured the terrain, hurling tremors skyward.

The onlookers above plummeted into dread's void.

This... defied belief.

Even surviving such fury, he ought to lie crippled, scarcely able to resist.

But this—

This was utter supremacy.

"What's going on!?" Shakra's thoughts whirled in turmoil. "He's merely an insect from the Ninth Realm! How many abilities—how many mysteries—

can a single being hold!?"

Sense fled entirely.

Yet reality ignored reason.

Cain flung the mangled corpse away, sealing both Peak Overgods into his spatial artifact like mere loot. Then

he lifted his gaze deliberately.

His stare fixed on Shakra.

"Chaos of Momentum."

His words boomed over the field.

The cosmos itself quivered.

A brilliant crimson glow burst from him, laced with Chaos Power. The earth below crumbled, mountain-sized rocks levitating as the force mounted.

Shakra's pulse raced uncontrollably.

Quicker.

Quicker.

It seemed like an ancient monster's maw clamped shut

around him, poised to consume everything.

'I must flee.'

The urge surfaced—

And for the first clash's duration, it rang true.

Yet before movement—

"Scarlet Shooting Star!"

Cain thundered.

And then—

He blurred from sight.

What ensued defied measurement.

Not velocity.

Not senses.

Not even cognition.

To every Third Realm entity there—even Limit Alpha Omega Overgods—it appeared as a crimson streak

only.

A gleam.

A scar etched across reality.

It shredded scores of Soul Beasts and Royal Blutlinie, pulverizing forms, dispersing fighters, trailing ruin as it sliced the firmament.

And then—

It materialized before Shakra.

"ZNNNNNN!"

By the instant the Eternal Soul King's awareness caught up,

it had ended.

A rending noise resounded.

He glanced downward.

And beheld it.

A fist—

Bursting through his torso.

Protruding from his spine.

Clutching his pulsing heart.

His eyes jerked once.

Twice.

Then their glow dimmed.

His form slackened, dangling from Cain's grip like a ragdoll.

Hush blanketed the battlefield.

Fighters from Eternal Soul Kingdom and Immortal Nirvana Kingdom gaped in shock, souls quaking.

A Realm Ruler—

A entity ruling trillions.

A ruler who could command legions of Alpha Omega Overgods—

lay dead, his corpse still skewered within the Scarlet King's grip.

Cain gradually drew back his hand, gripping the throbbing heart tight. He tucked it away without delay. Next, he caught Shakra's body just before it tumbled down.

Right before everyone's eyes—

He parted his jaws wide.

And started devouring.

Flesh.

Muscle.

Bone.

Consuming the Eternal Soul King's form like it was mere

hunter's quarry.

That sight broke them completely.

All flickers of bravery drained from the Royal

Blutlinie's souls.

They whirled and fled.

The fighters soaring above scattered in horror. Those below chased after,

forsaking all possessions while forcing their frames to extremes, frantic to flee the Scarlet King.

Cain made no move to follow.

He polished off the very last scraps of Shakra's corpse, then swept the battlefield,

gathering bodies, scavenging treasures, and looting the Immortal Nirvana stronghold bare of every worthwhile item.

With nothing left behind, his silhouette blinked out, materializing inside the Time Lake in mere moments shy of an hour. The instant he arrived, his frame caved in on itself.

Streams of blood sprayed from every hole, gash, and split in his

skin.

The cost of that brutal fight—

had come crashing down at last.