The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1745: Devouring the Blood Queen

Dread and unease rippled through the ranks of the dragons and saintesses of the Scarlet Crusade as they watched the strange, vampiric phantom phase into the Scarlet King’s soul. These seasoned warriors had seen Cain face countless opponents with overwhelming dominance. Still, even they knew that soul invasions were a different battlefield—one where even Cain’s overwhelming power could be challenged.

After all, no matter how near-invincible Cain was within the First Realm, he was not absolute. Especially not when the invader wasn’t just a Void Eclipse Legend, but a fragment of the consciousness of a Prima Deity.

There was nothing the Crusade could do now. All they could do was wait—and trust that the Scarlet King, as always, knew what he was doing.

Within Cain’s Soul Dimension, the phantom of Lilith, the Blood Queen, moved with supernatural speed. In an instant, she pierced through the cosmic landscape and reached the black hole.

Even Lilith, a Prima Deity of immense power and pride, paused in stunned silence.

“It almost reaches the state of a Prima Deity…” she murmured.

For a Soul Realm being to possess a foundation this massive was unheard of. It defied logic. How could someone not yet ascended develop such a colossal and refined soul core?

Still, Lilith didn’t waste time pondering. Her purpose was clear. She hardened her will and dashed into the black hole’s gravitational center, aiming for the very core of Cain’s existence.

One of the unique gifts granted by her Vampire Path was the power of Glamour—an ancient and insidious art capable of influencing emotions, rewriting desires, and warping thoughts. With Glamour, she had once transformed bitter animosity into affection, even turning her chaotic rivalry with Lucius—the Beast God whose presence once enraged her—into a twisted form of love.

Now, she sought to perform that same miracle, only on a far grander scale.

“No matter how impressive his foundation or cultivation is, he’s still in the Soul Realm,” she thought with arrogant certainty. “If I can infuse my Glamour into his True Name, I can bend him—make him an eternal servant to my will.”

A wicked smile spread across her phantom-like face as she dove deeper into the black hole, hunting for her target.

But soon, that smile began to falter.

“Where… is it?”

Lilith frowned.

The True Name was the singular core of an individual’s ego and essence in the Crimson World. It was the sacred nexus that determined who they were, who they would become, and the shape of their power. If she couldn’t locate it, she couldn’t bind it.

Just as confusion threatened to set in, a brilliant radiance illuminated the void above her.

Lilith’s eyes widened. An unnatural tremor passed through her soul.

There, glowing with a terrifying, ancient light, hovered three primordial symbols. Each one pulsed with such raw power and mystery that they felt as fundamental as the laws that shaped reality itself.

“Impossible…” she whispered, panic spreading through her like poison. “How can his True Name be at the Third Realm?”

Her horror was justified. Normally, a cultivator’s black hole and True Name developed in tandem. If Cain’s soul foundation was nearly at the level of a Prima Deity, his True Name should still have been catching up—not surpassing it.

But Cain was no ordinary cultivator.

He was a Dreamwalker—an entity that transcended the limitations and rules of the Crimson World. His experiences, his existence, and his insights spanned multiple universes.

And Lilith had just made the mistake of walking into his soul uninvited.

From above, a sea of scarlet flames ignited.

They appeared silently at first, but soon roared into an inferno that threatened to consume all within its reach. These were not ordinary flames—they were the fires of the Scarlet Reaper, honed by Cain’s ever-ascending True Name: Reaper Vorax Imperator.

Lilith’s confident expression twisted into a mask of terror.

She turned and tried to escape, dashing through the black hole’s shifting gravity—but it was too late. The flames were already closing in, surrounding her from every side, sealing her fate.

“Wait! Stop this!” she screamed, fear warping her regal voice into a shriek. “I am the Blood Queen! If you carry on, I swear you will regret it!”

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Her voice burned with hatred and poisonous contempt, the signature tone of someone long used to holding dominion over others. But the flames did not slow. The reaper’s fire only grew hotter.

Desperation overtook her.

“Even if you consume this piece of my soul, I’ll still exist in the Second Realm!” she howled. “And I will find you if you ever step beyond the veil—I will hunt you down and make you suffer!”

It was only then that the flames finally stopped, lingering inches from her trembling form.

And then—Cain’s voice echoed across the dimension.

Calm. Cold. Amused.

“Is that a promise?”

Lilith blinked, caught off-guard by his tone. She had expected fury, perhaps fear. But not this… this playfulness.

Still, cornered and furious, she nodded.

“Yes. It’s a promise.”

But what came next was not dread.

Cain’s voice rang out again—now thrilled, eager.

“Great. I was planning to hunt you down once I reached the Second Realm. But if you’re coming to me… even better.”

Lilith stood frozen, struck speechless.

She couldn’t fathom what kind of madman would smile in the face of a Prima Deity’s eternal vengeance.

But then, thought became irrelevant.

The Scarlet Reaper’s flames surged forward with the force of a flood, crashing into her soul incarnation from all sides.

“AHHHHHHH!”

Agony.

Pure, unrelenting agony consumed her as the flames pierced every fragment of her being. There was no refuge, no defense. The inferno reached into every memory, every ounce of her power, every dream, every truth.

Not even a single iota of her essence was spared.

Cain’s True Name had ascended to an entirely new height, and with it, the Scarlet Reaper had become something horrifying: a soul-consuming force that not even a Prima Deity could endure.

It absorbed her Oniric Truths, her divine insights, her immortal memories.

She had come to enslave him.

But instead, he consumed her.