The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2583 Burning Moon and Ars Goetia

"I will admit it… that hurt."

The voice of the Nightmare Sacred King echoed across the scorched battlefield, each word heavy with power and saturated with killing intent. The ruins of the Ninth Realm still burned beneath him, the land fractured and bleeding magma, yet his presence alone seemed to suppress the chaos for a fleeting moment.

"Carving formation of that level into the sky of the Ninth Relm was impressive," he continued, his tone cold and measured, "and harmonizing the souls of billions of Blutlinie… that displays an extraordinary mastery over the Law of Souls."

His figure continued to rise, ascending higher into the sky until he once again stood above Cain, looking down upon him with unmistakable disdain.

"However," he added, his voice sharpening, "against a Fourth Realm life form, it is nothing more than a party trick."

A pulse of power erupted from his body as he spread his jagged wings wide. Behind him, a flaming pentagram materialized, vast and intricate, its lines carved from pure energy and ancient authority. It rotated slowly, radiating a force that pressed down upon the entire realm.

"Now," the Sacred King declared, his aura surging, "I will show you the true might of a Fourth Realm life form. Face it… and despair."

Cain's eyes narrowed as he felt it.

The power of the Sacred King was no longer restrained. Soul force and Ancestor Power poured into the fabric of reality, distorting space and bending the laws of existence. This was not merely strength—it was dominion.

Yet just as the Nightmare Sacred King prepared to unleash his attack, his body trembled.

A flicker of shock appeared in his eyes.

Runic lines began to spread across his body.

They glowed faintly at first, etched into his flesh like ancient scars, but their presence was undeniable. Confusion surfaced in his gaze as he looked down.

They had been carved into him during the Soul Shattering Sky.

Before he could fully analyze their purpose—

They rang.

A low, resonant sound echoed from his body, growing louder with each passing second. It spread outward, vibrating through the air, through the very bones of the land.

Then—

The entire Ninth Realm responded.

"RUMBLE!"

The landmass trembled violently. Continents fractured as mountains cracked and volcanoes erupted with renewed fury. But instead of collapsing, the terrain began to rise.

Massive mountains tore themselves from the earth. Volcanoes split apart, their molten cores exposed.

And then—

They launched.

Like celestial projectiles, entire landmasses shot into the sky, hurtling toward the Nightmare Sacred King with unstoppable momentum.

His eyes blazed with fury.

Once again, he had been caught off guard.

The pentagram behind him flared with power as his wings expanded and sharpened, transforming into lethal crimson-energy blades. A mountain the size of a small continent was already descending upon him, its sheer mass enough to devastate entire worlds.

With a single motion of his wings—

It shattered.

The mountain exploded into fragments, reduced to dust and debris in an instant.

But that was only the beginning.

More followed.

Dozens. Hundreds.

Mountains and volcanoes surged toward him from every direction, their numbers overwhelming even his speed. He cut through them relentlessly, each strike obliterating another massive projectile, but there were simply too many.

Then—

One slipped through.

A smaller mountain crashed directly into him.

"BOOOOM!"

The explosion that followed was immense, rivaling the strike of a Middle Alpha Omega Overgod. The force alone could level a small world, but against the Nightmare Sacred King, it was insignificant.

And yet—

That was never the point.

The moment the mountain made contact, its fragments clung to his body.

They stuck.

As if magnetized.

The Sacred King's wings lashed out, shattering the debris instantly, but as he did, more mountains collided with him. Each impact added another layer, each fragment binding itself tighter.

They came without pause.

In less than a minute, his entire figure was engulfed.

A massive sphere of rock, fire, and molten earth formed around him, growing larger with every passing second as more mountains and volcanoes slammed into its surface.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Each collision echoed across the sky like thunder.

Cain's eyes burned with scarlet light as he watched the sphere expand. Its density and mass increased rapidly, reaching a point where it began to generate its own gravitational pull, altering the flow of the oceans across the realm.

At last, it reached its peak.

The Burning Moon.

It hovered in the sky, colossal and blazing, formed from the entirety of the Ninth Realm's mountains and volcanoes. The land below was left scarred and broken, but Cain showed no concern.

He had never cared about the fate of this realm.

And now, after Anark's death, destroying the Ninth Realm felt just right. A punishment for binding him to Paradise. Yet despite his rage, his focus remained absolute.

His gaze pierced through the Burning Moon, locking onto its core.

The heat and pressure within were unimaginable, capable of crushing both body and soul of even a Half-Step Fourth Realm life form in seconds.

But within that inferno—

The Nightmare Sacred King endured.

His wings moved at blinding speed, slashing through the dense layers of rock and molten matter, carving a path outward. It became clear that not even trillions of tons of matter could truly restrain a being of his level.

But that was fine.

This was never meant to be the final blow.

After Soul Shattering Sky came Burning Moon.

And after Burning Moon—

"Ars Goetia!"

Cain's roar shook the heavens.

In the next instant, phantoms appeared across the sky.

Massive, monstrous figures began to materialize, their forms vast and terrifying. Each one was not a creature, but a construct—a colossal formation forged from the fusion of countless weapons Cain had gathered throughout his journey across the Ninth and Eighth Realms of Paradise.

Blades, spears, halberds, and artifacts of unimaginable power merged into these entities.

Through the Power of Chaos and the Flow, Cain had bound them together.

But he did not stop there.

The scarlet light in his eyes intensified as he invoked another force—Karma.

The souls and resentment of every being slain by those weapons surged into the formation, empowering it further. The air trembled as the weight of countless deaths manifested within those constructs.

The monsters roared.

Then—

They transformed.

Each one collapsed into a weapon of immense scale—spears, swords, halberds—seventy-two in total, each radiating overwhelming power.

Without hesitation—

They descended.

"ZNNNNNNNNNN!"

The first weapon pierced through the Burning Moon, slicing through layers of molten rock and earth, reaching straight for the core.

Then another.

And another.

One by one, the massive weapons struck, each impact shaking the entire structure.

Until all seventy-two had pierced into its heart.