The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1743: Facing the Blood Queen and the Beast God

Tania and Hercule stared in disbelief—not just at the fact that their attacks had been turned against them, but at how effortlessly it had happened. Cain hadn’t broken a sweat, and the calm confidence in his golden eyes made the entire ordeal feel more like a demonstration than a battle.

But the two warriors didn’t have time to reflect. Their own redirected energy attacks were now barreling back at them with crushing force.

The Blood Princess reacted instantly, forming a defensive cross with her rapier and greatsword, condensing layers of blood magic into a translucent shield. Simultaneously, the Titan Wolf’s body swelled with muscle and power. His bones thickened, his skin hardened like stone, and a primal growl echoed from his throat as he braced himself.

“BOOM.” “BOOM.”

Two thunderous explosions echoed across the battlefield as the redirected spells collided with them. Both Tania and Hercule were sent flying, their bodies tumbling through the air like broken weapons. Though their defenses had blunted the worst of the impact, the sheer force behind Cain’s manipulation had been devastating—especially after the energy they had already burned.

But even as their bodies ached and blood dripped from their wounds, they forced themselves upright, shaking off the damage with sheer willpower. With a roar of defiance, they returned to the fight.

This time, a blood moon and a silver moon appeared behind their heads, ancient symbols of their divine patrons. The surge of divine power magnified their energy pools and physical strength exponentially, their auras expanding like twin suns rising on the battlefield.

Cain watched with quiet approval, his smile unbroken.

“I have to give it to them—they’re tenacious.”

And then, his form began to shift.

Dark plasma ignited around him as his skin cracked and reformed, revealing his true Neo-Demon form. He rose to five meters tall, his body covered in obsidian exoskeleton plating. Horns curled from his forehead, glowing with infernal runes. His golden eyes burned brighter, and his voice carried a faint demonic echo.

“Come then,” he said calmly.

With a roar of fury, Hercule charged, his massive war axe gleaming with lunar energy. The weapon moved like a comet, crashing toward Cain with enough force to shatter a mountain.

But Cain’s golden eyes had already seen the path forward.

He weaved around the axe with terrifying precision and delivered a counterstrike to Hercule’s face—a single punch backed by purple plasma.

“BOOOM!”

The blow cracked the Titan Wolf’s skull and sent him flying like a cannonball, crashing through the ground and tearing a crater into the soil.

Without hesitation, Cain turned. Tania’s rapier flashed toward him, but with a flick of his tail, he deflected it. Her greatsword followed, but his left claw batted it aside, opening her defense. With his right hand, he drove a fist into her chest, lifting her from the ground and sending her into the sky.

Both champions staggered back to their feet, bloodied and shaking. Their teeth clenched in frustration.

Why couldn’t they even land a hit?

Physically, Cain’s body wasn’t so far beyond Meylin’s. He didn’t seem to possess the strange teleportation or dimensional tricks. Yet they were being outclassed, every move anticipated, every attack turned against them.

They didn’t know it, but the reason was simple.

The Flow.

Cain could read movement, intention, energy, and emotion—not just in the moment, but before they happened. Even those in the Third Realm struggled to hide their true intent from The Flow, and Tania and Hercule, still bound by the Soul Realm, had no chance—even with divine enhancements.

Only someone like Meylin could pose a real threat. Her psychic-based Depravita body made it difficult for Cain to read her flow. As a Depravita, she had trained herself to suppress emotions and mask spiritual fluctuations, making her far more unpredictable.

“Depravitas are… complicated enemies,” Cain thought, even as he moved his head to the left, letting Tania’s rapier slice through the air beside him. His elbow struck backward like a whip, cracking her sternum and knocking the wind from her lungs. She tumbled across the ground, coughing blood as she struggled to breathe.

All across the battlefield, both allies and enemies watched in stunned silence.

The Scarlet Crusade, composed of dragons and saintesses, had fought beside Cain during the war against the Sun Church, and they already knew he was powerful. But this… this was something else entirely.

In the ten years they hadn’t seen him, he had ascended to a completely different level—not just in power, but in technique and perception. He moved like someone who had fought millions of battles, as if war had become an extension of his soul.

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It was frightening, but also thrilling and exciting.

Even Prima Deities would weep facing someone like this.

But on the side of the vampires and werewolves, awe quickly turned into despair. Their two greatest warriors, paragons of their race, were being tossed around like rag dolls.

The battle had seemingly reached its end—until something changed.

Tania and Hercule’s eyes suddenly shifted.

A strange, ancient light began to glow within them, and a profound, almost cosmic aura began to emanate from their bodies.

Cain’s smile finally faded.

He knew that aura. It matched the signature of the Triviratrum of Divine Sea Heaven, extremely powerful Prima Deities.

Tania didn’t speak. She just moved. Her sword strike came in fast, and Cain dodged as expected—but her rapier, hidden in the greatsword’s shadow, shot forward like a serpent, aiming for his eye.

A faint glimmer of surprise flashed in Cain’s gaze.

Deception like that should’ve been useless against him. He could read emotions and predict intent.

But this time, Tania had hidden her intent deep within her soul.

Her control had reached a level far beyond what the Blood Princess should’ve been capable of.

Then came the axe—thrown from afar, gleaming with divine power, targeting Cain’s skull. There was no sign of Hercule anywhere.

Cain tilted his head slightly, exhaling.

“So they’ve finally decided to show up.”

It was now clear that Lilith, the Blood Queen, and Lucius, the Beast God, were no longer watching from afar. They were here—possessing the bodies of their champions and turning the battle into something else entirely.

A clash between avatars of divine will.

Cain’s smile returned, darker, more dangerous.

“Good. It was starting to get boring.”

His voice echoed across the earth and sky, now filled with killing intent. He was done holding back.