The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2076: Zarazel vs Urin

Silence reigned across the Rainbow Bridge.

For days, neither the warriors of the Life Path nor those of the Freedom Path uttered a single word. They focused solely on their breathing, the circulation of their energy, and the refinement of their spirit. Each ArchDeity and Overgod pushed body and soul to the absolute limit, knowing that even a single percent of additional strength could determine life or death in the battle to come.

Every heartbeat carried tension. Every breath was a countdown.

And then—on the very day Zarazel had declared—it happened.

”RUMBLE!”

The Rainbow Bridge shuddered, trembling like a living thing. The endless chasm beneath it—the death rift of dark plasma—boiled violently, waves of annihilation energy surging into the sky like volcanic geysers. At the bridge’s center, reality itself began to twist.

A blinding whirlpool of origin energy gathered there, coalescing from every direction, each pulse growing stronger and more luminous. Space warped, the air humming like a thousand ringing bells.

Then—at the heart of that light—something formed.

A seed.

Small. Golden. Perfect.

”THUMP!”

A heartbeat echoed from within the seed, rippling through the heavens like a thunderclap. From that single pulse, arcs of golden energy shot outward, spiderwebbing across the bridge and sky. The glow was not just light—it was cosmic truth condensed into form.

The moment they saw it, everyone knew.

The Natural Inheritance was coming into existence.

A relic of unimaginable power. A divine tool that could elevate even an Alpha-Omega Overgod to new heights.

The seed pulsed again, releasing a new spiderweb of lightning. And in that instant—

Both sides moved.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

The skies split as the armies of the Life Path and Freedom Path surged toward one another. Explosions of divine energy rippled across the bridge, their collisions shaking the firmament. The battlefield became chaos incarnate—golden light clashing against flaming darkness, divine magma meeting void frost, a storm of colors that tore apart the air itself.

Each faction fought desperately to gain ground, for the seed was still forming. It could not yet be touched, but when the moment came—when the golden sphere completed its birth—whoever stood closest would seize it first.

The Rainbow Bridge became a maelstrom of destruction.

The terrain itself was as deadly as any enemy. The river of black plasma below was constantly erupting upward, vomiting columns of annihilation energy that tore holes in space. Several ArchDeities who were too slow were caught in the surging flames—limbs burned before they could even scream.

And that was far from all, since every heartbeat of the golden seed unleashed another pulse of light. The arcs of golden energy that spread like a divine spiderweb cut through the air, scorching wings, armor, and flesh alike.

A single touch could burn through an ArchDeity’s divine defenses.

Many realized that death here might not come from the enemy—but from the world itself.

Cain and Meylin fought side by side at the heart of the storm.

Their movements were seamless—each anticipating the other’s intent without a word, their souls intertwined through the bond of the Scarlet Sun. The golden light in their eyes gleamed like twin stars as they faced several Late-Stage ArchDeities at once.

Cain’s body blurred through the sky, his new Depravita wings cutting through golden arcs and plasma flares with terrifying precision. A colossal scythe swept toward him, but he twisted midair, wings igniting in a storm of crimson aura.

Sky Devourer sang—a streak of destructive light cleaving through the weapon and hurling its wielder back in a burst of fire.

Before Cain could pursue, a rain of dark beams descended upon him. He responded with a sword strike, deflecting most—but several grazed his armor, leaving molten furrows across his chest.

Across the field, Meylin danced amid chaos.

Her opponent was a hydra-like ArchDeity with a half a dozen shifting heads, each exhaling a different toxin—acid, poison mist, spirit decay. Yet the True Depravita moved through them like a blade through smoke. Her swords shimmered with the power of the sinful lotus, each strike leaving trails of spiritual destruction.

Even surrounded, even outnumbered, the two of them held their ground.

Their synchronization, their fusion of will, was something few could match. Yet even so, they were pushed to their limits. Every opponent here was a legend of the Second Realm—a being who had carved their way through centuries of divine slaughter.

But above all the carnage, one duel eclipsed everything else.

At the very center of the Rainbow Bridge, Zarazel and Urin collided.

Their movements were beyond comprehension—faster than light, faster than thought. Even ArchDeities could barely track their forms, their afterimages streaking across the sky.

Neither used weapons, relying only on their bodies.

Each strike of their fists carried the force of collapsing stars. Their techniques were not mere martial arts but living expressions of cosmic law, flowing with such precision that the fabric of reality bent with every movement.

Zarazel’s style was dark and merciless. Every blow he landed carried not just pain, but fear itself in the form of shadows. When they touched Urin, needles of terror pierced her flesh—not physical wounds, but afflictions of the mind and soul. Limbs trembled. Instinct faltered. Every sensation screamed submission.

But Urin’s counterstrikes were no less dreadful. Her movements were swift and explosive. When she struck, the point of contact detonated—small, compact implosions that shattered space. She did not need brute strength; one touch was enough to unleash a devastating burst of condensed energy that gnawed through muscle and bone.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Zarazel endured the damage, but each exchange left smoking wounds across his body, forcing him to regenerate the missing tissues, draining his Depravita Aura.

They were two embodiments of destruction, tearing the firmament apart.

Fear and Explosion.

The battle intensified.

Urin dodged a strike aimed at her throat and spun midair, her robe flashing white and crimson. She pivoted, twisting her momentum into a downward kick that caught Zarazel full in the face.

The strike itself carried little strength—yet the moment her heel touched him—

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

An explosion erupted point-blank, a sun of raw destructive force bursting across the bridge. The impact hurled Zarazel back through the air, his face scorched and bleeding.