The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2643: Entropy, Nihility and Quietus

The entire battlefield froze as all eyes turned toward the Scarlet King and the holder of the Samsara Eye.

Both the Curse Eaters and the warriors of the Six Sacred Races clenched their fists and held their breath as they witnessed the falling star of death descending upon the man wreathed in scarlet plasma wings.

Nito’s palm carried the power to sunder all life.

It carried the power to crush creation itself and leave behind nothing but death, ruin, and annihilation.

The pressure radiating from his attack was so overwhelming that even Alpha Omega Overgods felt their hearts tighten.

And now that power was about to descend upon Cain.

Yet just as the palm was about to land, the Scarlet King finally opened his eyes.

A profound light emerged within them.

It was not merely enlightenment.

It was a revelation that seemed to resonate with his very Primordial Essence, reaching deep into the core of his existence and awakening a force buried within him.

At the same time, the Zero State Spear began to change.

A new power flowed through it.

The weapon lost its form.

The shaft dissolved.

The spearheads vanished.

Its majestic appearance disappeared entirely.

What remained was nothing more than a simple blade.

There was no handle.

No decorations.

No aura of grandeur.

Just a blade.

Yet the moment it manifested, the entire Empyrean World trembled.

No.

The entire universe trembled.

For a brief instant, all existence seemed to shudder.

No one felt that change more clearly than Nito.

The Curse Eater’s pupils constricted violently as he sensed the power hidden within that blade.

It was not merely destruction.

It was not nihilism.

It was not entropy.

It was something deeper.

The very concept of endings had been elevated to a level that defied reason.

It surpassed laws.

It surpassed order.

It surpassed the limits of the Third Realm itself.

For the first time since awakening the Samsara Eye, true fear appeared in Nito’s heart.

Every instinct in his body screamed.

Run.

Escape.

Survive.

However, he had already committed everything to this attack.

He had abandoned all forms of defense, fully confident that his strike would crush anything Cain could unleash.

Now there was no time to retreat.

No time to adapt.

No time to change.

Before he could do anything, Cain moved.

The Scarlet King raised the blade.

Then he slashed downward.

"ZNNNNNNNNNNN!"

A strange sound echoed across heaven and earth.

It was not an explosion.

It was not the roar of energy.

It sounded as though reality itself had been severed.

A devastating tempest erupted in every direction.

The shockwave nearly blew away the Alpha Omega Overgods battling in the distance.

Entire oceans of energy that had flooded the battlefield were obliterated instantly.

Yet that was only the beginning.

The moment those energies were cut apart, something impossible happened.

They froze.

The shattered currents of power remained suspended in space.

The raging storms stopped moving.

The fragmented waves of energy became motionless.

It was as though the battlefield had transformed into a painting.

Silence descended.

Awe spread through the hearts of every warrior.

Both the Alliance and the Curse Eaters stared at the center of the battlefield.

There, Nito still stood directly before the Scarlet King.

The slash had not sent him flying.

It had not blown apart the sky.

At first glance, it seemed as though nothing had happened.

Then reality caught up.

The warriors watched in horror as Nito’s right arm—the arm he had intended to use to crush Cain—began to crumble.

The flesh dissolved.

The bones disintegrated.

The entire limb transformed into countless particles of gray dust that scattered into the wind.

Nito’s eyes widened.

A deep sense of horror invaded his heart.

The Scarlet King’s cultivation had not increased.

His aura had not changed.

Yet after channeling this new force, his attacks had undergone a transcendent evolution.

Moments ago, Cain had struggled to pierce Nito’s defenses.

Now a single slash had erased an entire arm.

The most terrifying part was that Nito had not even felt the attack.

There had been no pain.

No sensation.

No warning.

One moment his arm existed.

The next moment it did not.

"What... was that power?"

The question echoed through his mind.

Unfortunately, there was no time to think.

Cain was not finished.

Without wasting a single second, the Scarlet King twisted his wrist and raised the blade once more.

Then he swung.

Nito reacted instantly.

The power of the Samsara Eye erupted.

Life and death revolved around him.

Space twisted.

Time distorted.

Using every ounce of strength he possessed, he retreated toward the sky.

Even so, he was too late.

By the time he appeared high above the battlefield, a deep slash had already manifested across his chest.

Blood sprayed from the wound.

The crimson trail stretched across the sky.

Nito stared at the injury in disbelief.

"What?"

His voice trembled.

"I dodged that attack."

He was absolutely certain.

He had escaped before the blade reached him.

Yet the wound was there.

The Curse Eater clenched his fists as realization dawned on him.

The blade was operating on a level that distorted the very relationship between cause and effect.

Nito’s eyes narrowed as curiosity mixed with fear.

What kind of force had Cain fused into that weapon?

What kind of power could produce such an absurd result?

Far below, Cain merely smiled.

Of course, he had no intention of explaining.

However, while he appeared calm on the outside, the truth was very different.

Inside, he was barely holding himself together.

The power he had fused with Entropy and Nihility was none other than Quietus Force—the ultimate power of his Royal Bloodline Body.

Although the core of Quietus Force originated from the Ancestor Drop, traces of its essence had become part of his Primordial Essence long ago.

Using that connection, Cain had managed to draw out a fraction of its power and fuse it into the Zero State Spear.

The result was terrifying.

But it was also unstable.

That was why the weapon had lost its form.

It was not that Cain had chosen to abandon the spear.

He simply lacked the control necessary to shape this force into something stable.

The blade was the only form he could maintain.

Even then, the strain was unbearable.

Tiny cracks had already begun spreading throughout his muscles and bones.

His flesh trembled under the pressure.

If not for the overwhelming durability of his Primordial Body, wielding this power would have already torn him apart.

Cain could feel the damage accumulating with every passing second.

The blade was destroying him almost as quickly as it was destroying his enemy.

His smile slowly faded.

A solemn light appeared in his eyes.

Then he tightened his grip around the unstable blade.

"I need to finish this," he muttered.

The killing intent in his gaze sharpened.

"Before my body breaks apart."