The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1904: You’ve entered the lion’s den

The forces of the three ArchDeities halted their charge the moment they saw the entirety of the Everlife Continent glowing with runic brilliance. Massive waves of energy at a cosmic level surged outward, flooding the continent in every direction. A colossal force field burst forth, expanding across the sky, its power calibrated to repel and weaken all those deemed enemies by the one who had created the formation.

But that was only the beginning.

As the formation activated to its maximum capacity, its power didn’t merely remain a defensive shell—it merged into the warriors of the Scarlet Path. Immediately, from the lowest Divine Cultivator to the mightiest Prima Deity, every warrior felt their body and soul fill with vitality and energy. Muscles bulged, bones hardened, souls ignited, and the air crackled with raw might. Their physical forms swelled with strength, stopping just before bursting from sheer overload. It was as if the very essence of war had been injected into their beings.

Shock settled on the faces of the Prima Deities led by the Triumvirate of ArchDeities. The idea that a formation could cover an entire continent, while simultaneously channeling this much power into an army, was staggering.

Even if they kept their expressions composed, Divine Calamity, Marcus, and Azan could not hide their astonishment. The level of runic crafting needed to forge a formation capable of covering an entire continent was staggering. It was not just the complexity, but also the world, since even a Peak Prima Ditye would need decades to achieve such a job alone.

Equally significant was the amount of energy that the formation was mobilization, since even if it took control over every iota of ambient energy, it should not reach the level it currently has.

Marcus and Azan soon turned to Divine Calamity, frowns etched deep into their faces. Their gaze spoke volumes. They were furious that he had not warned them about this. In their eyes, Divine Calamity should have known about a formation of such scale, especially since he ruled over the Everlife Continent until just a few years ago.

Divine Calamity’s triumphant smirk twisted into a grimace. He clenched his teeth with rage and barely contained hatred. The truth was—he had no idea.

This formation was a recent construct, built by the engineers and formation masters of the Scarlet Path with the help of the Sky Sovereign. The energy fueling it didn’t come only from the continent’s ambient power but from its people.

Of course, Cain was not so cruel as to harvest energy through force. Across every stronghold where the continent’s population was safely hidden, formations had been laid—safe, non-invasive structures that gently siphoned spiritual energy from citizens. One person might not make a difference, but trillions together created a power source unlike any seen before in the Everlife Continent.

That collective energy was enough to push every elite warrior on Cain’s side to their absolute limits.

Even now, Divine Calamity didn’t have time to study or comprehend the full scope of the formation’s mechanisms. More pressing was the palpable anger coming from Marcus and Azan. These two hadn’t joined him out of loyalty—they had come for wealth. And now the situation had changed drastically. If their troops entered the Everlife Continent, they would be suppressed by the force field, while their enemies had become significantly stronger than initially anticipated.

Although the true clash would come at the level of ArchDeities, Divine Calamity knew he couldn’t afford to ignore the lower battlefield. If Cain’s forces weren’t engaged, the man could easily retreat if something went wrong.

And despite all his hate, Divine Calamity knew that Cain was a formidable warrior. Even if they defeated him, they would be wounded to the point that a Peak Prima Ditey could endanger their lives.

Frustration boiled inside him. But he kept his voice steady as he looked at his allies and spoke through gritted teeth.

”I’ll double your payment for every casualty your forces receive.”

That was all it took.

Grins spread across the faces of World Breaker Azan and the Lord of the Last Step, Marcus. Their smiles were so wide it was as though they were hoping for devastating losses now—an excuse to demand exorbitant compensation.

Without another word, the two ArchDeities signaled their troops. The armies under their command, unlike Cain’s, had no freedom, no autonomy. They were tools—soldiers forged by obedience and programmed to kill. The minds and desires of these warriors held no value to the ArchDeities who commanded them.

Like a tidal wave of cruelty, the forces of the Triumvirate surged forward, charging into the Everlife Continent. Their energies exploded outward with killing intent, thirsting for blood and ruin. But the moment they stepped foot onto the land, they felt it—a pressure so overwhelming it felt like they were swimming through liquid mercury. Their movements slowed, their energies resisted. The formation did not distribute its power equally across enemy ranks. It had a targeting mechanism.

The suppression focused heavily on Prima Deities, reducing their strength by at least twenty-five percent.

Panic and disbelief flashed across the faces of the invading Prima Deities. Gone were their smug expressions. Gone was the casual confidence that this war would be a one-sided slaughter. Now, there was only the grim realization that they had stepped into a land that had become a battlefield designed specifically to destroy them.

But the time for hesitation had passed.

”You’ve entered the lion’s den,” Cain murmured, high above the clouds, his eyes glowing crimson.

And then, a voice echoed across the battlefield.

”Kill them all! Feed their souls to the Scarlet Throne!”

It was the Sky Sovereign, leader of the Scarlet Path’s Prima Deities, his voice filled with thunderous command. He raised his sword and staff high, his words cutting through the roar of battle like divine lightning.

”In the name of the Scarlet King! For the glory of the Scarlet Path!”

The chant erupted across the armies.

”In the name of the Scarlet King! For the glory of the Scarlet Path!”

Tens of thousands chanted in unison, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

And then, they charged.