The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2070: ArchDeity Neo-Demon (I)

There was no time to think—only to act.

Cain inhaled sharply as his body flared with power. The ice storm that should have frozen him to dust was drawn into his stomach like a vortex, triggering its transformation. For a single instant, his body distorted with the strain of handling such destructive force, but he endured. Then he redirected it, channeling the pure raw energy into his right arm.

”Redirection!”

With that single word, a cannon of raw energy erupted from his palm. The blast struck the ice head of the twin-headed Dragon Puppet point-blank. At the same time, the firestorm from the dragon’s fire head fell across the battlefield, colliding with the Colossus Puppet’s massive frame.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!”

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!”

Two cataclysmic explosions shook the sky. The Dragon Puppet was hurled backward, its body tearing apart as the redirected storm detonated inside it. The ice head shattered, exploding into crystalline fragments that rained like dying stars. The Colossus Puppet fared no better—its chest was torn open, a burning hole where its energy pathways once converged, its strength crippled.

Through flawless instinct and perfect synergy, Cain and Meylin had not only avoided annihilation but had crippled two of Catherine’s deadliest puppets in the blink of an eye.

And they weren’t finished.

Cain did not lower his right arm and stared directly at the Reaper Puppet, still locked in a vicious duel with Meylin. His eyes burned as his Neo-Demon Core blazed.

”Apocalyptic Blast!”

His core detonated, releasing a super-dense torrent of destructive Neo-Demon Aura.

”BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!”

The blast slammed into the Reaper Puppet’s chest, sending it staggering back. In that instant, Meylin moved, appearing above it like a falling blade. Her eyes were sharp, cold, merciless. With a breath, she drove Hell and Abyss down into its skull.

By all logic, this was a killing strike. But Meylin wasn’t satisfied with simply destroying a puppet. No—her real prey was the one pulling the strings.

Her Depravita Aura surged, cloaking her swords in psychic darkness. She pushed her mind and soul to their limit, focusing not on the puppet before her but on the tether connecting it to its master.

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The scream tore through the battlefield, not from the puppet but from deep underground. Catherine’s soul reverberated with agony as Meylin’s corruption surged through the link, striking directly at her essence. The backlash was overwhelming.

All three puppets froze mid-motion. The light in their eyes flickered, then dimmed, as the thread connecting them to their mistress frayed.

Cain and Meylin’s gazes sharpened. Their killing intent flared. Without hesitation, they lunged downward, their blades aimed at the true enemy.

But they were too late.

The ground split apart, shattering like glass. From the depths rose a colossal figure.

A humanoid titan emerged, towering over the battlefield. Its body was a monstrous blend of organic muscle and jagged stone armor, each plate glowing faintly with veins of energy. The air warped around its presence, as if even reality recoiled.

Its arms were its most horrifying feature—massive, asymmetrical, ending in curved, living blades sharp enough to slice apart stars. They weren’t weapons; they were siege engines of living destruction, fused into its body. Its legs were tree-trunk thick, rooted and unyielding, supporting the gargantuan bulk with unshakable force.

But what made Cain and Meylin’s eyes narrow was not the titan’s monstrous bulk. It was the figure rising from its neck that took the place of the head. A woman with white hair and violet eyes glared at the duo.

Catherine.

The Giant Slayer Puppetmaster had fused with her strongest construct. It was no mere puppet—it was a Peak Archdeity Puppet, a weapon so powerful that she could only control it by becoming one with it. And even then, Cain’s golden eyes saw the instability seething through its essence. Its energy pool trembled, its spiritual core cracked. Catherine had sacrificed stability for overwhelming might.

Cain’s eyes slid toward Meylin. He didn’t need words. One look was enough. She nodded, her own gaze firm. They understood the plan.

Cain’s life force ignited. His blood boiled, his body blazing like a scarlet sun as he burned everything without restraint.

”DIE!”

Jagged spikes erupted around Catherine’s body, protecting her as she swung the titan’s blade-arms. Each slash carved the air with force that could cleave continents in half.

The strikes came fast, merciless—enough to erase Cain where he stood. But Catherine’s earlier soul wound slowed her movements. And just barely was all Cain needed as his eyes glowed like golden suns.

Time seemed to bend. His body slipped through the gap between the twin blades, impossibly precise, moving like water through cracks in stone. In a heartbeat, he was inside the titan’s guard, right before its massive chest.

”Seventh Stance: Sword of Endborn Silence!”

Cain roared, every muscle bulging as his Doomsday Body erupted in full might. His sword, Sky Devourer, blazed as the destructive essence of Reaper Touch poured into it.

The blade fell.

Stone and flesh alike unraveled. A canyon split the titan’s chest, tearing through layers of armor, muscle, and bone until the wound carved straight to its core.

And then—

Meylin appeared. She teleported directly into the breach, her body dissolving into a tide of shadowy mist.

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Catherine screamed as Meylin’s psychic might surged like an ocean, flooding the titan’s body. From within, she corroded it, acid burning through its organs, cracking its spirit. Since Catherine was fused to the construct, every wound was her wound. Every shred of corrosion was agony in her own veins.

”BOOM!”

”BOOM!”

”BOOM!”

Not even a second later, the sound of relentless blows echoed as the shield protecting Catherine began to crack, making her eyes widen in horror. The wound to her soul had left her too slow, too vulnerable. By the time she rallied her strength, it was too late.

The titan’s upper shield broke, fragments of bone and stone breaking apart. Light flared as the Scarlet King tore through.

Cain stood there, blazing like a living inferno, his entire body wreathed in scarlet flame and destruction. His golden eyes pierced through Catherine, cold, merciless, and absolute.