The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2539 The end of the Third Sword of the Nightmare Sacred Kingdom

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A dazzling burst of crimson radiance exploded from the ruined Golden Lotus, surging outward with irresistible might. In a flash, it swallowed the whole continent and kept ascending, slicing through the skies to the uppermost heavens.

This event demanded attention from all.

In the Eighth Realm of Paradise, every mighty being turned their eyes upward.

They instantly identified its origin.

The Scarlet King.

The power's aura bore an undeniable mark—brimming with utter devastation, supreme dominance, and the horrifying echo of Chaos. But with that awareness arose bewilderment.

Who... might have pushed Cain to release such a strike?

That query resounded in numerous thoughts.

Yet no one ventured to pursue it.

The terror Cain had embedded in the Eighth Realm's top figures ran too profound. As soon as they felt his strength again, the realm-wide civil war halted suddenly. Forces pulled back. Commanders disappeared. Whole groups fled into seclusion.

For them, the Scarlet King transcended a mere danger.

He embodied a monstrosity.

And that monstrosity had stirred once more.

At the Time Lake, nothing but ruin remained.

The Chaos Art had cleaved the continent apart.

An enormous chasm spanned the terrain, extending almost to the Realm Barrier. Bolts of lightning raged across the firmament, as mountain shards hurled skyward, hovering briefly before plummeting.

The region's natural laws lay in disarray.

The core principles of the zone contorted and distorted from the strike's fallout, creating a turbulent, precarious zone.

In the heart of the chaos loomed Cain.

His breaths came in gasps.

His frame weighed down oppressively.

"Excalibur..." he pondered darkly.

Among his mightiest Chaos Arts stood that technique. It didn't merely tap cosmic might—it vibrated with timeless legends, manifesting myth as truth.

Yet that might exacted a heavy toll.

Not even Cain escaped its burden unscathed.

Nevertheless—

The fight persisted.

His gaze intensified, locking onto the horizon.

There, within the wreckage, Deniel endured.

In the final instant, the Royal Blutlinie ceased his assault. The Hecatoncheire's hundred limbs morphed into a protective wall, blocking most of the onslaught.

Still...

It fell short.

Excalibur had slashed his left flank, slicing through meat and skeleton. His limb and lower appendage severed outright, a gaping gash crossed his chest, revealing fractured bones and ruined innards.

One lung suffered puncture.

He struggled to stay upright—much less aloft.

And still...

The savage gleam in his eyes persisted.

The Chaos Wing blazed at his back.

Witnessing this, Cain's brow furrowed.

"This won't end as long as his heart keeps beating," he comprehended.

While assessing Deniel's state, a profound insight emerged.

"He wields Chaos Arts with prowess rivaling mine... yet his psyche and spirit overload under the Power of Chaos. His link to the cosmos wavers."

Such a feat defied reason.

True command of Chaos demanded flawless control for those arts.

Yet—

Deniel achieved it.

Suddenly, realization hit Cain.

"Unless... this power isn't truly his own."

A subtle glow ignited in his eyes.

"It's bestowed upon him."

For a fleeting second, his thoughts touched on the Sacred Kings of Chaos and Order—entities at existence's apex.

But Cain refused distraction.

Instantly after, he lunged.

He blinked out of sight, hurtling ahead with killing purpose, resolved to conclude the clash forever.

"ARGHHHH!"

Deniel bellowed.

Crimson fire flared in his Ancestor Eye as he wrenched extra strength from his mangled form. Sinews bulged ferociously, growing thicker and mightier, fresh tissues sprouting over injuries to stem the flow of blood.

But it proved insufficient.

The absence of arm and leg defied replacement.

Worse still—

His frayed mindset impaired his battle accuracy.

Cain exploited the gap.

Harnessing the Flow, he glided with perfect timing, evading Deniel's frantic swings and retaliating with crushing impacts. Every hit he delivered threatened to splinter skeletons and demolish vitals.

Deniel's state worsened swiftly.

His actions lagged.

His guards faltered.

At last—

Cain thrust ahead.

His gauntlet reshaped into a huge barrel.

He jammed it flush against Deniel's breast.

And unleashed.

"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The explosion ripped through Deniel's trunk from zero distance,

shattering his chest and hurling him smashing into the earth like a

plummeting comet.

Cain wasted no time.

Killing intent surged explosively from him as he gave chase.

Although seizing Deniel alive could have brought forth precious

intelligence, a ominous premonition gripped Cain regarding this clash.

He craved its swift end.

Right now.

Yet as he neared-

A sudden shift occurred.

The frenzy in Deniel's gaze ebbed away.

Lucidity surged back.

Mayhap the brush with death provoked it.

Mayhap the excruciating torment did.

Regardless of why, his psyche steadied-but merely for an instant.

And during that instant...

His authentic battle instinct reawakened.

His sole remaining hand shaped a seal.

"Ancestor Domain!"

Cain's eyes bulged wide.

A horrifying torrent of might exploded from Deniel's Ancestor Drop. With

his consciousness now sharpened, the peril-filled choice open to him was seized.

He unleashed a Fourth Realm force.

From Deniel's frame, shadows unfurled, birthing tides set to devour all-including Cain.

The domain started contracting.

Cain countered at once, striving to withdraw. Yet despite his phenomenal swiftness, it fell short.

Diminished or not, an Ancestor Domain's potency demanded respect.

It loomed to ensnare him.

But suddenly- All halted.

Mid-unfurling, the encroaching shadows stalled.

Then splintered.

Energy shards dispersed akin to fractured crystal.

Astoundment swept the battlefield.

Cain stiffened.

Deniel stiffened.

The event baffled them both.

Confusion stretched the Royal Blutlinie's eyes.

Before any grasp could form- The Chaos Wing at his back blazed ferociously.

Its brilliance amplified.

Then-

It started devouring him.

His vitality.

His essence. Even his Ancestor Drop.

All essence was sapped.

"Your... Highness..."

Those marked Deniel's parting utterance.

The spark in his eyes dimmed.

His form fell limp.

Deniel-the Third Sword of the Nightmare Sacred Kingdom, a fighter

whose strength matched a Realm Ruler-

Lay slain. Still...

The Chaos Wing lingered behind him.

Pulsing with life. Radiating fiercer than before.