The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1748: Neo-Demon Asura Form

“Will you march with us to the last of the continents?” Meylin asked, her tone calm but curious.

Though the answer might have seemed obvious to an outsider, the situation was far more nuanced.

Cain was overwhelmingly powerful—capable of defeating Peak Void Eclipse Legends with casual ease, thanks to his mastery of martial arts and the divine perception of The Flow.

However, there was a crucial limitation: his presence disrupted the Eternal Ascendant Network, the vital system that continuously empowered Meylin, Bahamut, Lady Alume, and the other Mark Bearers with endless energy and passive upgrades.

If Cain joined the march, the network would shut down. His allies would be forced to rely solely on their own strength.

Cain pondered the question for a moment, his golden eyes reflecting a fierce resolve. Then he nodded, a feral grin spreading across his face.

“Yes. I intend to consume as many Legendary Innate Abilities as possible before my ascension. Who knows what might happen to them when I raise?”

Meylin nodded in return, offering no protest. She knew Cain’s decision was final.

Without another word, she activated a divine communicator. Moments later, the vast host of the Scarlet Crusade began mobilizing, rising from the Bloodmar Continent and heading toward the towering Demon King Castle.

Once all troops had gathered, the massive black pyramid shimmered with divine energy. With a thunderous hum, it tore through the sky, vanishing from the Bloodmar Continent and flashing toward its final destination—the last of the nine continents of the First Realm.

Excitement. Tension. Dread.

All of these emotions surged through the hearts of the Crusade’s warriors. They were on the verge of victory in a war that had spanned the entirety of the First Realm. Yet everyone knew that the final step was always the most dangerous. The last continent would not fall easily. They would face enemies whose powers defied logic, whose resistance would stretch beyond reason.

No one could afford to relax.

Well—almost no one.

At the apex of the Demon King Castle, inside his private sanctum, Cain sat in a meditative position, completely serene. His breathing was calm, his expression peaceful. There was no fear in his heart, not because he underestimated their foes, but because the scale of this war no longer impressed him.

Less than a year ago, Cain had fought in a war where Prima Deities not only sent their consciousnesses but descended personally. He had killed many of them. Compared to that battlefield, the war in the First Realm felt small.

Now, he was focused on something far more meaningful—fully absorbing the insights stolen from Lilith, the Blood Queen.

Five days passed.

Just as the Demon King Castle arrived at its destination and came to a halt, Cain’s eyes opened. An overwhelming bloodline pressure erupted from his body, expanding in all directions and filling the air with primal intensity.

“Analyze me,” he commanded.

The robotic voice of the Supercomputer Assistant echoed within his mind.

[Beep! Analyzing…

Oniric Truths:

Gluttony: 50%

Blood: 6% → 26%

Dominion: 19%

Destruction: 16%

Wrath: 14%

Hatred: 5%]

A wide grin stretched across Cain’s face.

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Consuming the fragment of Lilith’s soul and consciousness had elevated his understanding of the Oniric Truth of Blood by a staggering 20%.

Had he attempted this through normal cultivation, even with all his talent, it would’ve taken a century or more. The higher one rose, the harder progress became.

As the new power harmonized within him, Cain felt a deeper awareness over his own blood, muscles, and marrow. Every drop pulsed with divine potential.

Then, with a deep breath, Cain summoned more forces from within. He began channeling the energies of Gluttony, Blood, and Wrath, harmonizing all three Oniric Truths into a singular surge.

His Doomsday Stars ignited one by one.

Energy flooded through his bloodstream, and Cain roared.

“Neo-Demon Asura Form: First Gear!”

His heartbeat erupted like a volcanic thunderclap—each thud resounding across the Demon King Castle like a doomsday bell.

His flesh darkened, gaining a metallic sheen. His aura turned devastating. Space around him began to distort and crack, unable to contain the destructive pressure radiating from his form.

“Hahahaha!” Cain laughed, the sound wild and euphoric.

His strength and speed multiplied rapidly—but this was only the beginning.

Unlike his Primordial Asura Form, which drastically increased external input by channeling World Strength, the Neo-Demon Asura Form enhanced the internal flow of Doomsday Star power, amplifying his natural talent and the full might of his Absolute Destruction Doomsday Body.

“One increases the flow from outside… the other, from within.”

His eyes burned with ambition.

“If I can fuse them…”

The very thought sent ripples of thrill through his soul. He calmed his breath, allowing the new power to stabilize.

Then, with a ruthless gleam in his gaze, he whispered:

“Let’s start hunting.”

Cain emerged from the summit of the Demon King Castle, descending upon the Scarlet Crusade’s army like a comet of fire. His presence alone caused soldiers to freeze.

The ground beneath him cracked.

The fabric of space-time warped around him.

His aura was apocalyptic.

Millions of soldiers stared up at him, mouths agape, eyes wide in awe. All of them had heard the thunderous explosions that came from within the castle—and now they saw the one responsible.

Cain gazed at them with pride. These warriors had conquered continent after continent in his name. Now, it was time for their final conquest.

His gaze shifted to the distance.

There, on the horizon, he felt it—a colossal amalgamation of energy and power. Their final enemies were already waiting.

“It seems they’ve prepared well for our arrival,” he murmured.

Instead of fear, a razor-sharp edge appeared in Cain’s expression. He roared:

“Let the entire world evolve beneath the banner of the Scarlet Crusade!”

“Scarlet King!”

“Scarlet King!”

“Scarlet King!”

The chant echoed through the air like a war drum, growing louder with every voice.

The Scarlet Crusade surged forward in formation, marching toward their final conquest—the last battlefield of the First Realm of the Crimson World.