The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2555: Late Alpha Omega Overgod True Depravita

While the Ninth Realm of Paradise experienced the calm before the storm, the only reality known to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe was relentless war.

After the battle where the Curse Eaters made their first emergence and the First Layer of the Worlds of the Root collapsed, the aliens from beyond the Universal Wall underwent a profound transformation.

The endless hordes of abominations no longer fought like beasts. They moved with discipline, precision, and terrifying coordination, displaying a level of skill far beyond anything they had shown before. Their overwhelming numbers, once chaotic, were now organized into deadly formations that amplified their strength and made them seem truly unstoppable.

As if that were not enough, the Champions and High Lords of the Root had begun wielding powerful treasures that elevated their abilities to entirely new heights. These weapons pulsed with unnatural force, allowing their users to unleash devastating attacks capable of shattering entire battlefronts.

A year ago, such an evolution would have been enough to completely overwhelm the forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance. But they had not remained stagnant.

On the contrary, their growth under the leadership of the Crimson Exarch had been nothing short of extraordinary.

It began with the immense number of corpses gathered during the battle that destroyed the First Layer of the Worlds of the Root. That battlefield had been a treasure trove of power, and as always, those remains were sacrificed to the Samsara Flame. From those sacrifices came treasures, cultivation resources, and the engraving of the Samsara Seal.

However, something fundamental had changed.

They no longer relied on chance.

The Crimson Exarch had refined the entire process, channeling the Fortune of each sacrifice with unparalleled precision. What was once unpredictable had become controlled. What was once rare had become abundant. Through his mastery, the results of the Samsara Flame were directed into powerful Gifts, ensuring consistent and extraordinary outcomes.

Soon, the greatest powerhouses of the alliance were equipped with Late and even Peak Alpha Omega Overgod–level treasures.

And that was only the beginning.

The Crimson Exarch was not merely a strategist. He was a master of creation.

While the Scarlet King excelled in Genetic Coding and Tribulation Enhancement, his brother possessed an extraordinary talent for Alchemy.

Using raw materials coming from all the Empyrean Words under the control of the Alliance, the Crimson Exarch forged supreme cultivation resources capable of accelerating growth at a pace that defied logic. Elixirs, essences, and pills flowed endlessly, each one pushing the limits of what their users could achieve.

Perhaps even more remarkable was his mastery of the Essence Evolution and Astral Rebirth Paths of Power. Despite having arrived in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe only a few years prior, his understanding rivaled that of ancient sages.

The Scarlet King had left behind a compendium of Alpha Omega Overgod cultivation techniques, but those teachings were difficult to comprehend. Many lacked the insight needed to fully grasp their depth.

The Crimson Exarch changed that.

He did not simply provide answers. He guided others toward understanding. Every doubt, every obstacle, every limitation was addressed with clarity and precision. Under his guidance, warriors began to transcend their previous limits.

New Alpha Omega Overgods rose across the alliance.

And it was not limited to the strongest.

From the mightiest Archdeities to the newest Primordial Deities, all benefited from his teachings.

Weapons, armor, cultivation resources, and knowledge combined into a force that reshaped the entire alliance.

Because of this, even with the dramatic improvements of the armies of the Worlds of the Root, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance was able to keep them in line. They held the battlefield in the void surrounding the mutated worlds, preventing the abominations from advancing toward their homes.

At the forefront of this war stood the True Depravita of Original Sin.

Meylin adopted her Redemption Incarnation Form, her entire body radiating immense psychic power. In her hand rested a single dark sword. Seven eyes adorned its blade, each one emanating an aura similar to her Sinful Eyes.

The weapon was known as Longinus — The Epitome of Sin.

It was by far the most powerful treasure the Crimson Exarch had obtained from the Samsara Arsenal.

With a single motion, Meylin cleaved through reality itself, her blade tearing apart a dragon of blazing orange flames that had attempted to devour her. The explosion that followed lit up the battlefield as fragments of fire scattered into the void.

Her eyes burned with cold determination as she surged forward, destroying every fiery incarnation in her path.

Ahead of her stood the Warlock of the Root.

Mikela clenched her teeth, fury and frustration evident in her expression. Each time she faced the True Depravita, her opponent seemed stronger than before.

Raising a grotesque staff formed from flesh and bone, Mikela unleashed a torrent of flames that erupted with overwhelming force. The attack collided with Meylin’s strike, sending both women flying in opposite directions.

But Meylin recovered first.

Her body twisted midair as she regained control, immediately diving back toward her enemy.

As a True Depravita, she could feed on many forms of energy, but none were more potent than negative emotions. And in a war of this scale, such energy was endless.

That constant supply had allowed her to reach the Late Alpha Omega Overgod level.

And she was not alone in her growth.

Not far from her battlefield, another clash of titans unfolded.

Leonidas, the strongest of the Knights of the Scarlet Throne, stood against one of the most terrifying entities of the Root.

The Monster of the Root.

A radiant halberd, its blade glowing like a contained sun, collided with a massive war axe. The impact unleashed a shockwave that rippled across space, distorting everything in its path.

Robuke’s eyes burned with rage as he stared at his opponent. Though his soul had yet to fully recover, the fact that a Middle Alpha Omega Overgod could stand against him filled him with humiliation and fury.

On the other hand, Leonidas remained unwavering.

His eyes shone with pride and unbreakable resolve as he pushed forward with all his strength. Each strike carried the weight of his growth, each movement a testament to the transformation brought by the alliance.