The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2544 The fate of the Royal Guards

Far from ordinary stood the three figures shackled in the central square of the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital.

The first was an enormous dragon, its gigantic frame pulsing with primordial might, but in place of eyes, savage horns thrust outward, creating a horrifying, alien visage. The second loomed as a giant dino-warrior encased in black armor, its body exuding savage force and indomitable endurance. The third appeared as a human-shaped entity with flawless, cream-colored skin, its serene face masking a bottomless well of strength and resolve.

Indeed, this trio consisted of none other than the Royal Guards from the Ocean of the Blood Sun: Satan, Hades, and Morningstar.

Upon discovering the Scarlet King's outright treachery, the Dark Blood King had acted decisively beyond simple observation. He personally commanded their seizure and confinement, binding them at the core of his capital to await precisely this occasion.

The mightiest entities of the Ninth Realm encircled the three bound figures. Leading them were General Averus and General Faust, their presences dense and crushing. Flanking them stood the Heartcream King and the Evernight Queen, both projecting tremendous dominance. Numerous other Royal Blutlinie powerhouses joined them, encircling the captives with an aura of crushing might. Nevertheless, grim looks marred their faces. Stories of the Scarlet King's deeds in the Eighth Realm had circulated across the Ninth Realm, spreading only terror. The immense scope of his abilities had rattled even the haughtiest souls.

For Averus and the Heartcream King, that dread ran far deeper.

They had once attempted to slay the Scarlet King, after all.

At that time, such concerns hadn't troubled them. To them, regardless of how much

Cain advanced, he could never attain heights defying the Dark Blood King's command.

Yet reality shattered their assumptions.

Cain hadn't merely attained that height—

He had vaulted beyond it.

Shakra had fallen to his blade.

The Nirvana Crown Prince had crumbled before him.

Each rivaled a Realm Ruler in prowess.

Now, that very warrior headed their way.

No one doubted he'd settle for just retrieving the lost piece of the Sacred Armor.

As the Dark Blood King entered the main square, every gaze fixed upon him.

Only he might steer them past this looming disaster.

Their stares washed over him—laden with hope, terror, and

despair.

Typically, such focus thrilled him. It affirmed his supremacy in the Ninth Realm, his fate to hoist it above the lowliest rank among Paradise's Nine Realms.

But this time—

Those looks choked him.

The weight they bore only fueled the tempest raging in

his soul.

Even so, the Dark Blood King betrayed nothing.

His expression stayed icy and poised as he advanced, halting in front of the three Royal Guards.

Overwhelming murderous aura poured from his glare toward them.

Still, the three showed no quiver.

Unyielding resolve filled their steady eyes, devoid of any fear.

Distinct personalities and determinations defined them, yet Cain's Primordial Essence had shaped their creation. They embodied extensions of himself—his enduring heritage made manifest.

Deeming them his offspring would hardly miss the mark.

Their unbreakable resolve affirmed their worthiness for that honor.

"Hmph."

A scoff escaped the Dark Blood King, even as jealousy swelled fiercer within him.

Immense power dwelled in the Royal Guards, holding promise for King-tier ascension. Yet what they truly offered, absent in his followers—

Unwavering devotion.

Not his generals, not even the subordinate kings, could rival it.

Drawing a steady breath, the Dark Blood King lifted his arm.

Instantly, a vast hologram unfurled over the heavens. The main square's scene materialized above myriad cities, bastions, and outposts across the Ninth Realm, compelling every nook to witness the impending spectacle.

Satisfied that all eyes were upon him, he declared.

"Scarlet King. Hear my words."

Cold and merciless rang his voice, all doubt entombed under rigid control.

From afar, Cain beheld the hologram and caught the words.

Yet onward he pressed.

Like a fiery meteor, his silhouette tore through the firmament. At such velocity, the Dark Blood Kingdom lay mere minutes away.

This, the Dark Blood King well understood.

Composure held as he pressed on with his address.

"These three have stood by you across your whole path. Before your rise from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, they

shielded you and battled alongside. Even captured and tormented now, their loyalty holds firm."

A derisive edge entered his voice.

"Yet you abandoned them... treating them as nothing but

expendable pieces."

His eyes grew keener.

"This is how you repay those offering you absolute devotion?"

Accusation and purpose laced his words.

Royal Blutlinie seldom valued notions like loyalty, yet this case stood apart. Should the Scarlet King discard fighters who served him with such fervor, who then could place faith in him?

The point rang out plainly.

No reliance could be placed on Cain.

Alliance with him proved impossible.

Still, Cain's face showed no shift despite all he heard.

It stayed serene.

Icy.

Intense.

His pace quickened further.

The Dark Blood King's gaze tightened as he at last spotted it—a golden

meteor racing from afar at horrifying velocity. He lifted his hand, releasing his might.

Over the three Royal Guards, a colossal hand of utter shadow took shape, pulsing with ruinous power.

"Halt now," the Dark Blood King intoned icily, "or I shall shatter

their bodies and souls. I'll wipe out those who believed in you... who gambled their lives on you."

That warning resounded through the whole domain.

And suddenly—

The golden meteor stopped dead.