The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2239: Time to mobilize our forces into the Golden Hall

The five supreme powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races waited in absolute silence, their eyes gleaming with a storm of restrained emotions. Alpha-Omega Overgod treasures were unimaginably rare—especially ones of the tier and potential matching what Cain had revealed within his own body—so the prospect of receiving one for themselves was nothing less than exhilarating.

And yet, despite the thrill, none of them could help but question whether the Scarlet King would truly be able to deliver. Even if they combined the full might of their worlds, their organizations, and their ancestral vaults, assembling five treasures capable of enhancing the battle capability of everyone present would have been impossible.

But they were not left to wonder for long. A ripple of displaced air marked the return of Cain and Anark.

The instant Cipher and the others laid eyes on the True Primordials, their expressions stiffened. Though Cain and Anark concealed the runic lines that now covered their bodies, the instincts of the five powerhouses screamed warnings so loud they bordered on agony.

The duo’s battle power had risen substantially within the span of a single hour. That should have been unthinkable, but every one of these individuals had survived to this point by trusting their instincts... and those instincts told them that something extraordinary had occurred.

Cain only smiled at their reactions. He had no intention of revealing one of his greatest secrets. Instead, he simply lifted his hand. Light rippled, folded, and condensed.

Five treasures appeared before them.

The moment they manifested, the eyes of the five powerhouses widened. Waves of overwhelming might radiated from each item, so potent that their hearts beat harder within their chests.

Cain did not make them wait, his voice carrying awe and wonder. ”Uriel, for you, I have the Aegiron Velociton Armor.”

A mass of dark, star-speckled armor floated toward the colossal warrior of the Legio Eldrich Race. From every plate and segment emanated both strength and impossible speed; its surface shimmered like compressed galaxies, each one rotating in perfect silence.

”It was forged from condensed proto-matter harvested from a collapsing micro-universe,” Cain explained, ”and inscribed with Omega-grade movement runes.”

Uriel placed his consciousness into the armor. It merged with him instantly, dissolving into motes of cosmic light that threaded through his body. The pressure emanating from him surged so abruptly that even the others subconsciously braced themselves.

Their excitement only grew.

Cain turned his gaze toward Amara, the swordswoman of the Atrox Immortus Race, and sent a long, pale blade drifting toward her hands. The weapon seemed carved from a collapsed dimensional axis, its edge neither gleaming nor dull but existing in a state beyond either concept.

”This is the Endless Severance Sword,” Cain described the weapon’s nature with flawless precision. ”A blade sharp enough to cut what has no form, no boundary, no existence.”

Amara’s fingers curled around the hilt. Her breath trembled from recognition. The sword meshed flawlessly with her combat style and cosmic nature. Already capable of sundering the bodies of Champions of the Root, her destructive potential now ascended to an even more terrifying plane.

Cain shifted his attention to Arkam of the Anima Machinarium Race and sent forth a crystalline heart, its facets pulsing with the internal rhythm of a miniature universe endlessly collapsing and reforming.

”This is the Primality Nexus Heart,” Cain said in a calm, almost mechanical tone perfectly matched for the Anima. ”It may be embedded into any weapon, armor, or treasure and grants it the power of growth and evolution.”

The light in Arkam’s mechanical eyes blazed so intensely that it was nearly blinding. For him, this treasure was perfection itself—an artifact that could elevate not only his strength but the very limits of what he could become.

Next, Cain turned toward Cipher, the Godslayer Human. A halberd formed of contradictory materials drifted toward him—its shaft forged from the spine of a long-dead cosmic behemoth and its blade a shard of solidified starfire.

”This is the Helion Astraflame Halberd,” Cain announced. ”A weapon carrying the aura of the first stream of cosmic light ever born.”

Cipher gripped the halberd, and a shudder traveled through his arms. Its destructive radiance resonated with his own power so perfectly that he felt the weapon almost guiding his breathing, urging him toward greater ferocity.

Finally, Cain’s eyes settled on Zephirax of the Deus Behemoth Race. A subtle, meaningful light flashed within them. The air shifted, and Zephirax’s massive frame stiffened with unease. His first encounter with Cain had been anything but peaceful. But Cain, though vengeful, was capable of viewing the larger picture.

He waved his hand.

A pair of astral wings unfurled into existence—vast structures woven from the feathers of space-time phenomena, glowing like living nebulae. Each feather contained a collapsed cosmos.

”These are the Aetherion Flightwings.” Cain’s tone was peaceful, showing not even the slightest animosity. ”Wings that transcend space, time, direction, and limit. They grant a vast boost to speed.”

Zephirax’s eyes glowed with profound relief and reverence. Speed was his greatest strength, and this treasure completed him more perfectly than he had dared hope. His combat prowess—and, more importantly, his survivability—rose dramatically.

The five powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races gazed upon their treasures with awe, wonder, and exhilaration. As each treasure merged with its owner, their power rose sharply. And it was not merely immediate strength—each treasure contained unique phenomena and cosmic forces they could study and use to refine both body and soul.

Cain let their excitement peak before speaking again. ”Our strength has risen, but even together, we are not enough to face the Root.”

The moment those words fell, the five straightened and focused entirely on him. Cain saw the sharpness in their gazes and allowed himself a faint, silent smile. After what he had just proven, his words carried far more weight.

He did not waste momentum.

”It is time,” Cain’s golden-crimson eyes swept across everyone present. ”to mobilize our forces into the Golden Hall. There is no need to begin fighting yet—but they must familiarize themselves with the Hall, and with the void surrounding it. Sooner or later, it will become a battlefield on a scale none of us can avoid.”