The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2226: The red eyes of the Tenth Empyrean Sun World

The cosmic force born from the fusion of Entropy and Nihility detonated at the heart of the Infernal Crow, the greatest floating fortress-city of the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World.

Under normal circumstances, its defenses would have withstood even the collapse of minor worlds. Its barrier arrays were legendary—layers upon layers of obsidian latticework, dimensional anchors, and force fields capable of dispersing ArchDeity-level attacks. Yet none of those protections stirred. None activated.

The reason was simple.

The [A.I. Chip Module] had already shut them down.

It had infiltrated the inner systems of the Infernal Crow, silently unraveling every arcane lock and psionic safeguard until the city lay naked before Cain’s approach. By the time the ArchDeities sensed something was wrong, he had already reached its core and unleashed the annihilation.

The resulting explosion tore the floating citadel apart.

Obsidian architecture—strong enough to crush mountains under its weight—vaporized in an instant. Great rings of shattered stone spiraled downward as blazing torrents of entropy devoured entire districts. Dozens of figures were hurled outward in all directions, their bodies carved by the backlash of collapsing reality.

Anyone below the Third Realm was erased instantly, bodies reduced to scattering sparks before their minds could even register fear. Even the Prima Deities who survived were left broken and barely conscious, their divine bodies ruptured and their cores exposed.

That weakness did not last long.

The nine ArchDeities of the Scarlet Kingdom ascended like predators smelling blood. With cold efficiency, they tore through the injured survivors, devouring their divine bodies and sealing their souls into the Scarlet Thrones. Once their feast was complete, the nine rose into the highest sky, their gazes locking onto the ArchDeities of the Abyssal Clan.

”Liberación Total!”

Their voices carried across the blood-stained sky. At once, they fused with their Alter-Egos, transforming into gargantuan beings whose mere presence warped the air. Their bodies surged with enough concentrated might to crush small worlds, and without hesitation they charged, striking with full, unrestrained power.

The ArchDeities of the Abyssal Clan had been stunned into silence by the destruction of their city. Arrogant xenophobes though they were, they were still ancient cultivators of immense power, so in the presence of death, their instincts kicked in.

”Liberación Total!”

They erupted as well, each one unfolding into monstrous entities towering over the battlefield. Their roars shook the sky as they clashed with the Scarlet Kingdom’s powerhouses, and the world trembled beneath them. None held back. None protected their surroundings. Every collision birthed storms of annihilation.

Amid this chaos stood two figures who had not taken monstrous forms.

One was young, eyes gleaming with a merging of scarlet and gold, his presence sharp and cold like a blade hidden inside a calm sea. The other was ancient, his three faces carved in stern lines, each pair of eyes filled with impenetrable darkness. Though they remained in humanoid shape, their auras eclipsed even the titan-like combatants around them.

Cain and Draco, Ancestor of the Cerberus Royal Clan, stared into each other’s souls.

”Who are you?” Draco finally demanded, voice layered with three tones, each resonant and commanding. ”And why are you doing this?”

He already knew there was no avoiding a battle. Yet the mystery gnawed at him. He had never seen this young man before, nor the nine beings who followed him. Even more shocking—those nine were a mixture of Light and Dark Races, united under one banner. Such a thing was unthinkable to Draco, whose worldview was carved by millennia of inherited hatred.

Cain observed him for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled. ”I am a hero,” he said. ”I have come to bring evil to justice.”

For a heartbeat, the battlefield paused. Then Cain let out a short laugh, shaking his head. ”Ah... I needed that.”

The brief moment of levity passed as quickly as it appeared. Cain inhaled deeply. His aura sharpened, darkened, deepened—becoming something brittle and cold, yet immeasurably vast. His eyes shifted, turning into bottomless pits filled with cosmic brutality.

”Now then...” he said softly. ”I am the Scarlet King. And I am your death.”

In the next heartbeat, Cain’s power erupted. His soul fused with the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan, his Paths of Power intertwining into a single overwhelming cosmic authority.

”Resurrección!”

The sky dimmed.

Draco’s three faces contorted in fury. Cain’s arrogance infuriated him beyond reason.

”Resurrección!”

The roar that followed cracked the air. From Draco’s body surged a colossal infernal entity—a titanic guardian draped in obsidian armor, fourteen tails writhing behind it, wings unfurling with the sound of sundering continents. Its core blazed like molten blood. In the next instant, Draco’s body melded with the guardian, becoming a single terrifying being.

He towered as a shadow-clad giant, armor fused to organic flesh, wings stretching wide enough to eclipse cities. A burning red core pulsed at his chest, radiating destructive might. His limbs were carved in layered, interlocking plates, forming an eldritch armor that glowed with ancient runic veins.

Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Draco’s Resurrección was impressive—far beyond the strength of the other ArchDeities. But Cain did not falter. Instead, he raised his palm, drawing in the raw energies swirling around the shattered sky.

”Sovereign Neutron Star Collapse Cannon.”

A lance of condensed blue starfire spiraled into existence, shrieking with gravitational force.

Draco’s eyes widened. His core erupted in crimson radiance.

”Infernal Blood Blast!”

What poured from his chest was a catastrophic torrent of blood-red annihilation.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

The two powers met, and the sky detonated. Waves of force rippled outward, hurling even the titan-like ArchDeities into the distance. Clouds vanished. Space fractured. For a moment, the world seemed on the verge of tearing apart.

The expressions of the scattered ArchDeities shifted rapidly—some breaking into triumphant smiles, others collapsing into horror—as the blue cannon began to push the red torrent backward.

The Scarlet King’s might was winning.

Cain’s eyes gleamed with icy thrill. He had consumed countless lives and souls over recent months, making his strength take a step forward.

Draco felt it too. His three faces tightened in shock as the blue light advanced, inch by inch, toward his chest.

”Damn it...”

Then something stirred within his soul—an ancient, forbidden power.

A red flare ignited behind his eyes.

Cain’s expression shifted at once. He knew that light. He had seen it before in Azazel, the True Depravita of the Tenth Empyrean Sun World.