The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2430: New enemy (I)

The sword and halberd began to charge with power.

Energy surged around them in violent waves, bursting into roaring flames and spiraling temporal distortions that made the sky tremble and warp. Even the clouds were torn apart by the pressure, leaving behind scars of fractured light.

Eonar and Lortar had already reached the same conclusion.

Getting close to the Scarlet King was suicide.

Within his domain, their minds slowed, their reactions dulled, and their movements lagged—yet the most terrifying part was that they could not even perceive it happening. A power they could not sense was a power they could not resist.

Thus, their only viable option was distance.

Although both were kings forged through endless melee combat, the sheer magnitude of their long-range attacks was still enough to annihilate a Late Alpha–Omega Overgod—especially if they struck together.

Cain saw their plan the moment their weapons began to hum.

He simply smiled.

Relaxing his body, Cain took a slow, measured breath and remained completely still, floating above the Ocean of the Blood Sun as if waiting for a gentle breeze rather than a cataclysmic assault.

That calm filled the hearts of Eonar and Lortar with rage and humiliation.

Yet neither dared to speak.

Every scrap of focus and discipline would be needed if they wished to survive.

Without wasting another second, the energy around their weapons detonated.

Eonar swung the Blade of the End of Times with all his strength. From its edge erupted massive streams of temporal energy, surging forward like roaring rivers of distorted time. They moved unnaturally fast, as if riding along the Flow itself to amplify their speed and momentum.

At the same time, Lortar unleashed his own attack.

Hundreds of flaming dragon heads erupted from his halberd, each one roaring as it surged forward. With every meter they traveled, their particles accelerated further, feeding on heat and momentum until the air screamed around them.

The temporal streams arrived first.

Yet the moment they entered Cain’s domain, their speed was cut in half.

It was not only physical motion that was affected. Even abilities—pure manifestations of power—were slowed by the same invisible authority.

Cain could have dodged them effortlessly.

Instead, his eyes glowed with golden light.

He extended his left arm.

Under Eonar’s horrified gaze, the back of Cain’s hand made contact with one of the temporal streams—and casually swatted it aside, sending it veering off course like a toy.

"Impossible..."

The word slipped from Eonar’s lips before he could stop it.

And that was only the beginning.

Every subsequent stream of temporal energy suffered the same fate, diverted and scattered as if Cain were brushing aside rain.

Lortar’s shock was no less severe.

But unlike Eonar, his disbelief instantly transformed into cold resolve.

With a roar, he manipulated the flaming dragon heads mid-flight, forcing them to fuse together. The hundreds of attacks collapsed into a single, colossal construct—a blazing mass of condensed destruction the size of a moon.

Just as it reached the edge of Cain’s domain, Lortar detonated it.

The logic was simple.

Cain could divert an attack—but he could not divert an explosion.

A triumphant smile spread across Lortar’s face as the expanding blast surged toward the Scarlet King.

Then the explosion froze.

Flames halted mid-expansion. Shockwaves locked in place. Heat crystallized into stillness.

Before Lortar could even comprehend what he was seeing, the frozen inferno was absorbed—drawn directly into Cain’s left eye.

"How...?"

The word barely formed before Cain’s right eye flared with blinding golden light.

An instant later, an explosion detonated directly in front of Lortar’s chest—identical in power and nature to the one he had unleashed, but now reversed and amplified.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The blast swallowed Lortar entirely.

Flames, light, and shattered space engulfed the Kalous King, making it impossible to tell whether his body still existed.

Cain smiled broadly.

The technique he had just used—an advanced form of Redirection—was far more taxing than the passive applications of his Ancestor Power. Even executing it once had strained him heavily.

His eyes throbbed with backlash, and he knew he would not be able to use it again for some time.

Rather than disappointment, Cain felt satisfaction.

That limitation was precisely why he had initiated this battle.

"Time for the offensive."

Sharpness and killing intent surged within Cain’s gaze. Golden light flooded his body, then concentrated into his arms and legs as his power shifted fully toward movement and engagement.

He turned toward Eonar.

And vanished.

Eonar immediately tried to retreat, forcing distance between himself and the Scarlet King—but it was already too late.

The moment Eonar entered the domain, his speed dropped without him even realizing it.

Cain appeared before him.

A brutal punch crashed into Eonar’s face, the force snapping his head back and sending him hurtling toward the center of the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Before he could recover, another blow slammed into his ribs.

"Crack."

Bones fractured under the impact.

Eonar tried to counterattack—but to him, it was as if there were ten Scarlet Kings striking at once, their movements overlapping and indistinguishable.

Despite overwhelming his opponent, Cain frowned slightly.

His speed was exceptional—but the power behind each strike was only average by his standards.

It made sense.

He had deliberately directed his body’s potential toward speed, leaving offense and defense merely adequate. Defense could be supplemented by the Flow, and while he could enhance his strikes using the Light of the Flow, it still wasn’t enough.

In battle, every strike should cripple—or kill.

In the Crimson World, he achieved that through supreme physical strength and Dream.

In the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, through Zero-State Force and Ego Wave.

Here, he possessed the Omens of the Ocean of the Blood Sun—but he had yet to master them fully.

At least not enough to bring his killing power to the Late Alpha–Omega Overgod level.

"I could infuse my Ancestor Power directly into my strikes," Cain thought.

"That should be sufficient."

The domain he had been using was merely a passive effect of his Ancestor Power.

He had not yet truly unleashed it.

As Cain prepared to activate that deeper authority, the sword in Eonar’s hand suddenly trembled.

The eye embedded in the weapon’s handle snapped open wide.

A massive burst of power erupted from the Blade of the End of Times.

Cain’s eyes widened.

He retreated instantly, the edge of the blade missing him by mere centimeters.