The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2486: Facing a Limit Alpha Omega Overgod

Intu clenched his teeth as he watched Sanzon flee into the distance.

He had abandoned the pursuit of the other King-Tier powerhouse on the battlefield because he believed that the kill was not guaranteed. Sanzon, however—a wounded Peak Alpha Omega Overgod—had been a calculated target. Even if such a kill would not change the course of the war, it would still be a remarkable achievement.

Now that opportunity had slipped through his fingers.

All because of the man in the red mask.

For a brief instant, rage surged through Intu’s mind. But just as quickly, it vanished.

He was a King-Tier Royal Blutlinie.

Emotional instability had no place in his realm.

Drawing upon the full force of his will and soul, Intu calmed his heart. His massive bastard sword rose slowly as he adopted a battle stance. The ocean beneath them trembled in response.

The world around him began to distort.

It felt as though gravity itself was increasing exponentially, pressing down on everything in existence. Even the flow of air slowed, as though the atmosphere were turning into stone.

Cain’s eyes sharpened.

He tightened his grip on the Blade of the End of Times and activated White Mantle. The Eternum Flame transformed into white plasma that coiled around his body, its radiance so intense it seemed to shackle the flow of time itself.

Thanks to his recent breakthrough, he could maintain White Mantle far longer than before.

Even so, he did not lower his guard.

From Almor’s memories, he had learned much about Intu. The Soul Crushing King’s Ancestor Power was not gravity—but weight.

It sounded simple.

It was anything but.

Weight was not a fundamental cosmic force like time or space. It was a concept—one that could be applied in countless ways, making it unpredictable and extraordinarily dangerous.

Weight could be forced into space itself, crushing it until it exploded in violent shockwaves that propelled Intu forward at terrifying speeds. It could be condensed into his sword, magnifying its mass to unimaginable levels so that a single swing carried the force to shatter the bones of a Peak Alpha Omega Overgod.

It was a power that transformed the ordinary into the catastrophic.

The Scarlet King and the Soul Crushing King locked eyes for a brief moment.

Then both vanished.

They reappeared directly before one another, weapons already mid-swing.

The massive bastard sword collided with the Blade of the End of Times.

An eruption of crushing pressure exploded outward in all directions—only to freeze midair.

Intu’s Ancestor Power sealed Cain’s movements with overwhelming weight, while the Quietus Force radiating from Cain diminished Intu’s agility and momentum. The battlefield slowed, as though both were forcing the world into their own distorted rhythm.

Cain clenched his teeth as he pushed back against the bastard sword.

The Light of The Flow amplified his physical capabilities tremendously, elevating his strength to that of a strength-oriented Late Alpha Omega Overgod. Even so, the sheer mass behind Intu’s strike sent him flying backward across the sky.

Intu’s eyes burned with killing intent.

Space behind him exploded as he crushed it with concentrated weight, using the shockwave to propel himself forward. He appeared before Cain in an instant and swung his sword toward Cain’s head.

A savage smile twisted across Intu’s face. He could already picture Cain’s skull shattering beneath the blow.

But just before the blade connected—

Cain vanished.

In the next heartbeat, he reappeared behind Intu.

Intu’s eyes widened, but he was too late.

The Blade of the End of Times pierced through his back, sundering muscle and flesh, before blasting him downward into the ocean.

”Teleportation? No... that was pure speed!”

Even as he plummeted, Intu’s mind raced. Understanding his enemy was survival.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt white flames spreading from the wound across his back. They seeped into his flesh and arteries, slowing his blood, dulling his thoughts.

His eyes flared with fury.

Roaring, Intu detonated his bloodline power, suppressing the Quietus Force through sheer force of will. He twisted midair and landed on the ocean floor in a crouch, one fist shattering the seabed upon impact.

Without hesitation, he swung his bastard sword.

A vast section of the ocean began revolving around the blade. The weight concentrated within it twisted space and time visibly, warping the surrounding waters into a spiraling vortex.

Cain’s eyes flashed with surprise as a colossal tornado erupted from the ocean floor and shot toward him.

He struck with full force, cleaving the tornado apart. The Quietus Force froze its fragments midair, preventing the ocean from reclaiming them.

But that was only the beginning.

Intu unleashed tornado after tornado, transforming the entire ocean into his personal arsenal. Each vortex carried immense weight, capable of crushing cities to dust.

Cain countered relentlessly, severing them and freezing the remains so they could not be reused.

His gaze sharpened as he focused on Intu far below.

The Soul Crushing King began rotating his bastard sword faster and faster, generating a titanic typhoon around Cain. The vortex stretched upward until it touched the highest sky, its walls thick and impossibly dense.

It began to shrink.

The spiraling storm compressed inward until there was barely space for Cain to stand. The walls of condensed water and weight pressed from every direction.

Escape was nearly impossible.

Of course, Cain had no intention of fleeing.

Intu kicked off the ocean floor, shattering space behind him repeatedly to increase his momentum. He shot upward like a cannonball, arriving directly before Cain.

The constricted space allowed only one narrow path.

No matter how fast Cain was, dodging the bastard sword in such confined space would be impossible.

Intu swung with everything he had.

The blade carried a force capable of shattering a small cosmos. Space screamed as the weapon ascended.

And then—

All that power vanished.

The moment Cain’s left index and middle fingers touched the edge of the bastard sword, the overwhelming weight, the crushing force, the accumulated momentum—

Surged into Cain’s left arm.