The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2546 Ancestor Domain (II)

Terror and dread overwhelmed the Alpha Omega Overgods within the capital of the Dark Blood Kingdom as they watched the Scarlet King accelerate toward them with blinding speed, his velocity and force so immense that a mere crash would demolish their bodies.

The moment his advance turned unavoidable, the gazes of the two generals and two kings commanding the Royal Blutlinie battalions shifted to the Dark Blood King, wordlessly pressing him to take action.

As their supreme leader who had directed them throughout, it fell upon him now to lead them from this horrifying ordeal.

Fists clenched by the Dark Blood King until blood trickled from his palms. Fury blazed inside him, intertwined with an oppressive weight that muddled his reasoning. Even amid his anger, no viable plan emerged.

His sole reliable trump card stayed the Ancestor Domain, but uncertainty gnawed at him. Never had he seen speed like the Scarlet King's, leaving him unsure if his domain could deploy swiftly enough to ensnare such a foe. Failure meant instant doom, with the energy cost rendering him defenseless and unable to escape.

Thoughts whirled chaotically in his head, yet the intensifying pressure blocked any clear insight. Each expectant gaze pierced his mind like a blade, amplifying his bewilderment and indecision.

A deafening blast reverberated from afar when the Scarlet King slammed into the force field shielding the Dark Blood Kingdom. This shield was built to endure prolonged barrages from Limit Alpha Omega Overgods for weeks or even months.

But in mere moments, fissures spiderwebbed over its surface. The Scarlet King had somehow targeted its most vulnerable spot, dismantling its integrity and breaching it before reactions could form.

Still, the kingdom boasted more defenses than just the barrier. Myriad formations sprang to life simultaneously, assailing the invader with floods of dark energy rays potent enough to annihilate Alpha Omega Overgods. From all sides, scores of strikes zeroed in on the Scarlet King, saturating the heavens with ruinous power.

Then, four words boomed out.

"Fourth Realm Asura Form."

The very next moment, a colossal blast lit up the capital's skies—yet the onslaughts hit empty air. They had whiffed entirely.

A frigid epiphany rippled among the defenders.

Terror seized the Dark Blood King's heart, widening his eyes. Instinctively, he whipped around—and there stood the foe.

Right behind him loomed the Scarlet King.

His velocity proved so superior that none among them could trace his path. No awareness, no gut feeling, no sensation had detected him. Every instinct in the Dark Blood King urged flight, desperate retreat from this abomination. But harsh reality dawned: escape was impossible.

With a quick look at the three fallen Royal Guards' corpses, the Scarlet King swept his hand casually to gather them. Unrushed, he pivoted back and fixed his stare on the Dark Blood King.

Positioned dead center in the capital, encircled by endless weapons, arrays, and adversaries, with numerous Alpha Omega Overgods blocking all exits, his demeanor stayed serene, nearly aloof. Meanwhile, the encircling Royal Blutlinie stood petrified in terror, their souls drowned in panic.

For the first time, they beheld the might of a Fourth Realm physique.

Beyond raw power, it embodied total supremacy. His swiftness defied understanding, his aura defied opposition. While his brute force and resilience might not appear vastly superior, they operated on a transcendent plane.

No assault from the Royal Blutlinie could penetrate his guard, whereas he needed one blow to crush their frames.

The Dark Blood King stiffened. His thoughts blanked out as he hunted for any viable course. All paths converged on one outcome.

Death.

Within his psyche, a anguished bellow erupted.

'Why? Why? I should be the one standing at the top! I should be the

strongest!'

To his shock, though, the Scarlet King held back from striking.

He uttered words instead.

"What are you waiting for? Use your Ancestor Domain."

Those words hit like lightning.

In stunned silence, the Dark Blood King gaped at him. That Ancestor Domain represented his ultimate ace, the force to reverse defeat and forge triumph from catastrophe. Hesitation stemmed from fears it couldn't activate fast enough against the Scarlet King.

And now... this adversary urged him to deploy it.

Doubt ignited. Some trap lurked here, a concealed ploy.

trap. Nevertheless, a desperate hope ignited within him at that instant. Should he pull it off—should he manage to confine the Scarlet King inside his domain—then nothing else would count. Victory would belong to him. Gripping that hope fiercely, the Dark Blood King shaped a seal with his

hands. The might of his Ancestor Drop blazed to life, flaring with ferocious power as he started to intone.

"All form returns to nothing-

All sound dissolves to stillness.

In this hollow,

There is no distance... no meaning... no self.

Only absence remains."

Each word he uttered made the energy around him darken more and

grow denser, the air itself quaking beneath the crushing force of his might. The pressure built relentlessly, turning suffocating and twisting

reality itself.

In the end, channeling every bit of strength he possessed, he roared:

"Ancestor Domain: Emptiness Unbound!"

The instant those words escaped, torrents of darkness exploded from his core, surging outward with horrifying velocity. Shadows roared forth like a colossal wave, swallowing the Scarlet King in a heartbeat. But they pressed on. The blackness kept expanding, engulfing the entire

capital in mere moments.

Light vanished.

Sound disappeared.

Everything was consumed.

What lingered was a colossal orb of absolute darkness, floating in

the sky—a void devoid of all things, a domain where even the

notion of existence itself began to dissolve.

The Ancestor Domain had been unleashed.