The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1788: Sneak attack on the Divine Kingdom

The soul force of the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth surged through the chaos like an apocalyptic storm, rushing forward at speeds surpassing even the velocity of light itself. The overwhelming magnitude of this ethereal force was so immense that it easily carried enough power to shatter an entire Divine Kingdom, despite the Arch-Deity himself not being physically present.

Hundreds of powerful entities focused their senses on this impending collision, anticipating that Cain had finally crossed a boundary he would soon regret. Many believed he had recklessly bitten off far more than he could chew and would inevitably suffer harsh consequences for his arrogance.

However, just as the monstrous soul force was about to slam into the Blood Queen’s Divine Kingdom, another powerful entity manifested abruptly, radiating an equally fearsome presence. The figure emerged composed entirely of swirling plasma and infinite void, a being whose blazing eyes resembled miniature suns filled with excitement and ruthless intent. A cold, calculating smile flickered across this entity’s face as he raised his hand and launched a decisive strike forward.

This seemingly simple attack unleashed a devastating wave of plasma that directly collided with the immense consciousness of the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth. The plasma burned through a significant portion of the ethereal visage, causing the enormous presence to recoil sharply in agony and swiftly retreat.

The countless onlookers were stunned beyond belief, their gazes filled with shock and disbelief upon realizing that the Lord of the Void had suddenly appeared. Not only had he boldly interfered in the path of the ancient Ancestor, but he had also done so with terrifying ferocity, unquestionably damaging the Arch-Deity’s consciousness.

A pleased smile appeared on Cain’s face as he observed the Lord of the Void appearing decisively, attacking without the slightest reservation or hesitation.

Now freed from the Ancestor’s interference, Cain once more focused his attention entirely on Lilith, who was desperately fleeing, clutching her bloody severed arm. Her beautiful face, once proud and arrogant, was now twisted with terror and despair as she understood the bitter truth: the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth would not intervene to save her from certain death.

In the distance, amidst the swirling chaos, the Ancestor’s soul force coalesced into an immense, ancient face etched with boundless wisdom and deep authority. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, focused directly on the Lord of the Void, disregarding Lilith’s desperate situation entirely as he spoke in a chilling, commanding voice.

”Lord of the Void, what exactly do you think you are doing?” Despite evident rage simmering beneath the surface, the Ancestor maintained a composed and dignified demeanor. ”Do you fully comprehend the consequences of openly assaulting me and my allies?”

The Lord of the Void narrowed his fiery eyes sharply, immediately recognizing the Ancestor’s attempt to intimidate him through threats of retribution by powerful allies. Yet he was fully prepared for this confrontation and replied coldly:

”Enough with your meaningless threats. I am merely here protecting my ally, Cain Laurifer. He has embarked upon a justified path of vengeance, fully within his rights. After all, it was your subordinate—the Blood Queen—who maliciously attempted to corrupt and defile his True Name back in the First Realm.”

A profound silence filled the chaos as numerous Arch-Deity consciousnesses observing from afar absorbed those words. If the Lord of the Void had truly attacked without valid justification, many of these ancient entities would have immediately moved to support the Ancestor.

Yet, in the present situation, his justification was undeniably legitimate. The manipulative plots and ambitions of Lilith were widely known, and many Prima Deities had fallen prey to her glamour throughout history. None doubted Cain’s claim of rightful vengeance.

After several tense seconds of careful contemplation, the numerous Arch-Deity presences slowly withdrew, unwilling to become entangled in a battle justified by established custom.

The Ancestor’s immense visage briefly flickered with suppressed frustration and wrath as he realized the shift in attitude among his peers. Immediately afterward, however, his expression regained solemn composure. He now fixed his penetrating gaze specifically upon Cain, evidently desiring to closely observe the audacious Prima Deity who dared invade his domain.

Cain sensed the sharp, cold attention of the Arch-Deity settling upon his back but remained entirely unbothered. His resolve and path were absolute, undisturbed by hatred, opposition, or intimidation. He knew precisely where he was headed, and nothing could stop him.

The enormous Sky Devourer relentlessly slashed towards Lilith, inflicting countless wounds upon her fleeing figure. Blood streamed profusely, weakening her severely, and destructive energy from Cain’s blade continuously wrecked havoc within her battered body.

Finally, Cain positioned himself decisively above Lilith, preparing to deliver the finishing blow. However, his eyes suddenly narrowed in alarm as he felt an intense spatial fluctuation emerge within the Blood Queen’s Divine Kingdom directly behind him.

A massive lycanthrope emerged swiftly from the spatial formation, his towering body rippling with muscles built for overwhelming speed and power. With pure white fur and claws as sharp as divine weapons, this beastly presence was unmistakably the renowned God of Beasts, Lucius.

The teleportation had been executed flawlessly, and without delay, Lucius attacked with terrifying speed and savagery, aiming his deadly claws directly toward Cain’s spine, intending to sever it completely.

Unlike Lilith, Lucius was at peak condition, a Prima Deity at the height of his cultivation. He was fully capable of unleashing his full power, posing a genuine threat to Cain’s life. Reacting swiftly, Cain twisted his body at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding a lethal strike. However, Lucius’s claws still plunged deeply into Cain’s stomach, tearing through flesh and muscle.

For an instant, a fleeting smile crossed Lucius’s face, convinced he had severely wounded Cain. Yet his satisfaction abruptly vanished when he felt Cain’s powerful abdominal muscles suddenly tense, gripping and immobilizing his claw firmly within.

Cain turned his head slightly, locking eyes with the Beast God. His expression now transformed into a ferocious, savage grin.

At that precise moment, Lucius fully understood—far too late—that he had fallen into a deadly trap laid meticulously by Cain Laurifer.

Cain’s eyes gleamed with intensity as he raised Sky Devourer high into the air. All of his strength surged into the weapon, and with a mighty roar, he brought it crashing down.

Lucius had no room to maneuver, no chance to properly block the strike. His only option was to tilt his body to the side at the last possible second, narrowly avoiding a lethal blow to the head.

But the massive sword still landed with devastating precision on his collarbone. The blade sliced downward with titanic force, shattering Lucius’s ribs and obliterating his right lung in a single, explosive motion. Blood erupted from his mouth as his body convulsed in pain. The impact was nothing short of catastrophic.

And Cain wasn’t finished.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a torrential wave of dark red flames from Sky Devourer. The infernal fire poured directly into Lucius’s open wound, flooding his insides with searing destruction. These flames weren’t ordinary—they carried within them a corrosive force capable of burning not only flesh but the very essence of divinity. The agony was unbearable.

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Lucius screamed in utter torment as the flames devoured him from the inside. The air around them vibrated from the sheer intensity of the roar.

And then, without hesitation, Cain pivoted and drove a savage kick directly into Lucius’s sternum. The impact shattered the bone like dry wood and launched the Beast God backward at incredible speed, sending him flying across the battlefield and creating much-needed distance between them.

Lucius, gasping, rolled through the air, blood trailing behind him in a crimson arc. He staggered to stabilize himself, his body trembling. Confusion flashed in his eyes as he did not understand why Cain had broken the melee so suddenly.

But he didn’t dwell on it. He glanced quickly at Lilith, still struggling to recover, her aura weakened and erratic. Her glamour had been strong enough to compel Lucius into the fight, but it certainly wasn’t powerful enough to convince him to die for her.

Without a word, Lucius transformed into a beam of radiant white light, abandoning the battlefield entirely. He fled into the depths of the chaotic void, retreating to the safety of his Divine Kingdom. His pride was wounded, his body broken, and his desire for self-preservation had ultimately triumphed.

Watching Lucius disappear, the Lord of the Void smirked in silence. The Beast God had executed a cowardly sneak attack on Cain, witnessed by all the divine entities observing the battle. Now that he had retreated in full view, no one could object if Cain sought vengeance later.

In fact, most would consider it justified. Once again, the prestige of the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth suffered a subtle but significant blow.

Cain, meanwhile, stood still amidst the chaos, his face contorted slightly in pain. He looked down at the gaping hole in his abdomen where Lucius’s claws had torn through muscle and organs. The attack hadn’t merely pierced flesh—it had carried the full weight of the Beast God’s cultivation, the embodiment of a divine technique meant to destroy at a cellular level.

It was no surprise, then, that his stomach and intestines had been obliterated.

But Cain was no ordinary being.

A moment later, red flames erupted from within his body, flowing outward like molten rivers of life. These flames, the regenerative force of the Neo-Demon race, surged into the wounded flesh, rapidly rebuilding it. Muscle fibers reknit themselves with eerie speed, bones aligned, and organs reformed as if forged anew by divine blacksmiths. The healing process was not only visible—it was miraculous.

Even the Lord of the Void raised an eyebrow in surprise.