The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2687: MYRIAD

What appeared in Cain’s hand was a weapon that seemed to embody the union of two terrifying concepts: the savage ferocity of a beast born of endless rage and the corrupting nature of a monster that knew nothing but how to devour, erode, and destroy. It was none other than the Spirit Weapon of the Scarlet King, born from the fusion of Legion and Robuke.

"Tyranus Gungnir."

Its original form had already been mighty and terrifying, a weapon capable of making even beings with Fourth Realm battle power feel a sense of danger. Yet, as the Incarnation of the Samsara Lord gazed upon it, there was no reaction in its eyes. Against a true Fourth Realm life form, Tyranus Gungnir in its current state posed no real threat.

And yet, a wide smile slowly appeared on Cain’s face.

His fingers tightened around the weapon as the dark eye upon his face began to glow with terrifying brilliance.

Then—

"RUMBLE!"

It was not Tyranus Gungnir that shook.

It was the entire universe.

The reason was simple.

A new Fourth Realm life form was being born within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe!

A flash of shock finally crossed the eyes of the Incarnation.

Although it possessed no true ego, it still retained an immense battle will and understanding. It knew precisely how extraordinary the birth of a Fourth Realm life form was.

Normally, the birth of even a single Fourth Realm existence required the combined accumulation of an entire universe’s destiny, luck, and fate. A universe like the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe might exist for countless eras before producing one such being.

And yet, now, a second Fourth Realm existence was emerging on the very same day that the Scarlet King evolved.

Madness!

There was simply no other word capable of describing such an event.

The Incarnation of the Samsara Lord immediately understood what was happening. Without hesitation, it took a step forward, intending to interfere with the evolution before it could be completed.

But it was already too late.

Tyranus Gungnir was not an ordinary weapon.

It was part of Cain’s soul.

Therefore, the moment Cain stepped into the Fourth Realm, the weapon was flooded with an ocean of Fourth Realm cosmic force. The energy required for its own evolution was already present. It possessed everything necessary to transcend its previous limits.

Everything except one final component.

The will of the Scarlet King.

The intent that would give direction to its new form.

And now, it had received it.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A vast ocean of dark scarlet flames erupted from Tyranus Gungnir, instantly engulfing Cain’s entire body.

The Incarnation’s eyes sharpened.

For the first time since their battle began, it instinctively retreated.

There was something within those flames that even it could not ignore.

They did not merely possess the power to burn flesh.

They could corrode the soul.

They could erode the foundation of existence.

And, most terrifyingly—

They could even corrode Samsara Force!

The dark scarlet flames continued to surge, growing stronger with every passing moment. They flooded the void like an endless sea before suddenly freezing in place.

Then, everything began to converge.

The ocean of flames compressed toward a single point.

The surrounding space distorted violently as all that terrifying power was condensed into the weapon within Cain’s grasp.

The flames disappeared.

What remained could only be described as terrifying.

It was not a sword.

It was not a mace.

It was not a spear.

Nor was it an axe.

It was a halberd.

The weapon was extraordinarily long and broad, possessing a dramatic forward curve that became increasingly pronounced toward its tip. Its cutting edge followed the outer curve, creating a massive sweeping arc designed to deliver devastating slashes capable of cleaving through the very fabric of reality.

Its entire body was covered in strange, dark scarlet runes.

They were not static inscriptions.

They moved.

They breathed.

They twisted and flowed across the weapon as if they were alive, circulating through its structure like blood being pushed through veins by the beating of a monstrous heart.

Cain stared at the weapon for several seconds.

Then, a small smile appeared on his face.

His fingers tightened around the halberd.

His strength was monstrous, even by Fourth Realm standards, yet he could still feel the weapon’s weight in his hands.

That sensation made his heart beat faster.

Cain had used swords for most of his life. They had accompanied him through countless battles, countless deaths, and countless breakthroughs. The sword had always felt like the natural extension of his fighting style.

But as Tyranus Gungnir adopted its ultimate form, Cain immediately understood.

This was the weapon meant for him.

The weapon that would allow him to display his strength on an entirely different level.

Although this was the first time he had wielded it, Cain could already feel its presence as though it were an extension of himself.

Not merely an extension of his body.

An extension of his soul.

Without saying a word, Cain slowly raised the halberd above his head, allowing its enormous blade to trace a massive arc through the void.

At first, nothing happened.

Then—

"CRACK!"

Reality itself trembled.

Space-time around Cain imploded, collapsing inward and leaving behind a terrifying vacuum of destruction. The surrounding void twisted beneath the mere presence of the halberd, as though reality itself could no longer withstand the weapon’s existence.

Cain could not help but reveal a wide, exhilarated smile.

The weapon had evolved alongside him.

More importantly, it could now channel the power of his third eye in a way that would have required decades, perhaps even centuries, for Cain to master on his own.

The halberd understood him.

It understood his power.

It understood his intent.

With a deep breath, Cain lowered the weapon and adopted a battle stance.

The enormous halberd was held firmly in both hands, its tip pointed directly toward the Incarnation of the Samsara Lord!

Dark scarlet flames burned along the edge of the blade, carrying the slaughter intent of its master.

The Incarnation stared at the weapon.

And it could feel it.

Its life was in danger.

Its hands could withstand Fourth Realm weapons, and its physical body was powerful enough to resist unimaginable attacks. Under ordinary circumstances, even a Fourth Realm weapon would struggle to injure it.

But the edge of Tyranus Gungnir was different.

It carried the Fourth Realm Essence of the Scarlet King.

And within that weapon was the power of Cain’s black eye—the force of Entropy, Nihility, and Quietus.

Even the body of the Samsara Lord’s Incarnation could not simply ignore such power.

However, the Incarnation was not without its own methods.

For the first time since the beginning of their battle, its lips parted.

A voice emerged.

The sound resonated beyond space and time, carrying an ancient authority that caused the surrounding void to tremble.

"Samsara Memory."

The Incarnation took another step forward.

Then it uttered a single word.

"MYRIAD!"

The universe reacted.

Countless streams of light suddenly began converging behind the Incarnation, gathering into an immense silhouette.

A majestic and utterly unique creature gradually emerged from the radiance.

It possessed a colossal, whale-like body with an elongated, serpentine form covered in dark purple-black scales that resembled jagged armor. Enormous wings stretched outward from its body like enormous, tattered blades, creating a monstrous silhouette against the storm of energy surrounding it.

Several sharp, horn-like protrusions extended from its head, back, and limbs, making the entire creature appear naturally weaponized.

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

He could tell immediately that this creature was not truly present.

It was a phantom.

A memory.

A remembrance of a being that had existed an unimaginably long time ago, in a place impossibly distant from their current universe.

And yet, despite being nothing more than a memory, its presence was more majestic than any beast Cain had ever witnessed.

The ancient creature stared directly at the Scarlet King.

Then its enormous body began to glow.

Its form suddenly split apart, transforming into two brilliant streams of light.

The streams of light descended toward the Incarnation of the Samsara Lord.

One entered its left hand.

The other entered its right.

As the radiance faded, Cain’s expression became solemn.

Two extraordinary weapons had manifested within the Incarnation’s hands.

A sword.

And a shield.

The two beings stood silently within the endless void.

Their weapons were drawn, and their power was on full display.

The Scarlet King and the Incarnation of the Samsara Lord began walking toward one another. With every step, the pressure radiating from their bodies grew increasingly overwhelming, causing space itself to tremble beneath their presence.

Both understood the truth.

The moment their weapons collided, everything would be decided.

There would be no further transformations, no respite, and no opportunity for another exchange. This was not merely another clash in their battle.

This would be the final one.

When the halberd and sword finally met, it would trigger an exchange from which one would emerge victorious and the other would die.