The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1972: Cain, Amon, and Bael vs Legion (III)

Relying on his imagination and cognitive abilities, sharpened further by the Crown of Ascendance, Cain forged a technique of terrifying might. It was not something born purely for destruction, but for something much more useful in this situation.

"Extension Technique—Great Conqueror Devourer!"

The moment Cain roared those words, the tiny black hole—compressed to the size of a grain of rice—burst outward. Reality warped violently as the singularity bloomed, blotting out the sky and expanding until it was the size of a world.

"RUMBLE!"

From the cosmic abyss came a devouring power so immense that the entire Sacred Dimension trembled. No one felt its force more acutely than Legion.

"ARGGHHHRRHHHHHHH!"

A roar of rage and hatred exploded from the myriad maws covering Legion’s grotesque body. Fragments of its immense form were ripped away, dragged into the black hole, unable to resist the pull of the devouring event horizon. The abomination screamed in genuine agony, its vast body unraveling piece by piece.

Yet, the Great Conqueror Devourer could not completely overwhelm Legion.

"No matter what you do, you cannot defeat me!"

The entity’s voice thundered, full of venom and defiance, even as pieces of its body were torn away. But Cain only sneered in response. In a blur, he descended, piercing through Legion’s massive body once more, leaving behind another gaping wound. Without pausing, he flashed forward, seizing Amon and Bael—who had already reverted to their normal sizes—and dragged them with him at full speed. Cain warped the very fabric of space along his path, forcing reality itself to bend and increase his velocity.

For a split second, Legion’s countless eyes widened. It had been consumed by its hatred, lost in its obsession with destroying Cain and erasing the golden force that had ripped two-thirds of its body.

Only now did it realize the truth: Cain had never intended to win this battle. His goal had always been simpler—to injure Legion grievously, to cripple it so thoroughly it could not recover easily. And in that, he had succeeded. Now all that remained was to escape.

They were in a sealed dimension, separate from the Everstreif Empyrean World, a realm with only one entrance and one exit. With the Ouroboros Sect’s defensive mechanisms still hammering down and Legion’s form badly damaged, Cain knew it was time to leave.

"YOU DARE TO TRICK ME!"

Legion’s scream shook existence itself. All of its titanic strength surged as it ripped portions of its own body free from the black hole’s pull. The hatred in its eyes was so fierce it was ready to sacrifice even more of itself, just to escape and pursue Cain.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

In an eruption of psychic force, Legion tore free. It abandoned the enormous chunks of its body trapped within the black hole, but the rest of its gargantuan form lunged forward, chasing Cain with unstoppable momentum. The Ouroboros Sect’s defensive arrays continued to burn, bombard, and slice into Legion, but the abomination ignored it all.

Nothing mattered anymore—only Cain.

Cain did not need to look back to feel the nightmare closing in. The sky itself seemed to crash down behind him as Legion’s mass surged forward. His teeth clenched, his eyes glowed with willpower, and he forced his body to accelerate even faster as the portal leading out of the Sacred Dimension finally came into view.

But he was not fast enough.

Legion’s monstrous tentacles, launched from its colossal frame, lashed forward. Their speed was terrifying, and in the blink of an eye, they were nearly upon him and the brothers.

"ARGHHHHH!"

Cain roared, making his decision in an instant. With all his strength, he hurled Amon and Bael forward like meteors. The brothers shot through the air like massive boulders, smashing into the portal and crossing into safety.

Cain, however, turned back. His eyes burned as he summoned every shred of remaining strength into his fists. He did not strike the tentacles lunging toward him. Instead, he struck the very fabric of space itself.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"

The impact generated a catastrophic explosion. Space shattered, a localized collapse forming a violent barrier that stalled Legion’s advance for the briefest moment. The same blast hurled Cain forward, propelling him with the last burst of speed he needed. In the next instant, his body crossed into the portal.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Legion’s roar of frustration shook the realm, its hatred boiling over, but Cain no longer heard it.

In the blink of an eye, Cain appeared once more in the underground chamber beneath the Finger of Death and the Finger of Life. His body ached, his strength nearly spent, but his focus remained absolute. With a single sharp motion, he extended his hand like a blade and slashed at the portal with the last ounce of power left in his Resurrección.

"BOOOOOMMM!"

The portal shattered instantly. A massive burst of spatial force erupted as the connection was severed, throwing Cain, Amon, and Bael against the chamber’s stone walls with crushing force.

It might have seemed excessive to destroy the portal. After all, they could have simply shut down the flow of energy and sealed it properly. But Cain was not willing to take chances—not with that abomination. Even after losing over seventy percent of its body, Legion remained horrifying, a creature whose very presence still made Cain feel the threat of death.

Better to sever the portal entirely than risk Legion forcing its way through.

Amon and Bael, though battered, said nothing in complaint. They knew the value of the Ouroboros Cult’s portal—it was one of the greatest treasures they had encountered—but wealth and opportunity meant nothing compared to survival. They had already obtained more than enough from their journey. If destroying the portal meant ensuring Legion could not pursue them, then it was worth it.

For a time, the trio lay against the cold stone, their bodies aching, their souls drained. Silence filled the chamber, broken only by the lingering rumble of space settling after the collapse. Then, slowly, smiles spread across their faces.

It began with Cain, who allowed a low chuckle to escape. Bael followed, his deep laughter echoing off the chamber walls. Amon’s voice soon joined them.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"