The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2147: Giving order to The Flow

Cain could not tear his gaze from the Crimson Exarch. The man stood utterly still, yet his presence pulsed with power, his body, energy, and soul attuning perfectly to the rhythm of The Flow that permeated reality.

Then, by mimicking the frequency of the energy shot he had just absorbed and loaded into his gun, the Exarch pulled the trigger again. The air shuddered. The Flow obeyed his command, shaping itself into a new blast of condensed light.

It was as though he were infusing the endless Flow with the might of flawless order.

The second shot followed swiftly, carrying about eighty percent of the original’s power. That was a destructive might still within the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank!

And even that wasn’t the end. The Crimson Exarch attuned once more to the surrounding Flow and fired again, a third shot, this time with sixty percent of the initial force. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone present, the Crimson Exarch transformed a single act of Redirection into five consecutive energy cannons, each tearing through space-time toward the Overseer with destructive precision.

The first shot carries the power to harm a powerful Alpha-Omega Overgod, and the last one was still strong enough to puncture a hole through a Late ArchDeity’s chest.

The Overseer didn’t hesitate. His weapon moved in blinding arcs as he invoked Divergence, diverging the first three blasts away from his body. But the last two struck home.

A deafening explosion ripped across the sky.

Light swallowed the battlefield, washing everything in gold and white.

The battle had begun less than ten seconds, yet the scale of power exchanged between the Crimson Exarch and the Overseer defied comprehension. And though the Exarch had finally managed to land a direct hit, his triumph was brief.

The radiant sea of energy surrounding the Overseer suddenly burst outward. His body emitted a vibrating frequency that shattered the remnants of the attack. While his armor bore several wounds, none were serious enough to hinder him.

The Overseer moved.

One heartbeat, he was standing amid the light. The next, he was a blur. His speed was monstrous, an acceleration that surpassed light speed as he lunged straight toward the Crimson Exarch.

The Exarch raised his weapons, firing a storm of golden projectiles. They weren’t as devastating as his earlier cannons, but their velocity and density could easily have forced back a Peak Archdeity.

The Overseer merely waved his weapon through the air, diverting most of the shots. Those that struck him glanced harmlessly off his armor as he closed the distance in less than a second.

The Crimson Exarch frowned.

Even through the bandages covering his eyes, he could perceive motion through Synchronization, predicting his opponent’s movements. Yet every particle of the Overseer’s body seemed to tremble at multiple frequencies at once, making it impossible to anticipate his attacks or read his rhythm.

That should not be possible, yet the Overseer was clearly not the type to allow the impossible to hinder his moves. And things only grew even more wilder as the Crimson Exarch saw how the edge of the Overseer’s weapon began to vibrate, radiating danger.

Instinct screamed.

The Crimson Exarch fired a shot from his left gun, using the recoil to propel himself sideways just as the Overseer’s blade came down.

A sound like tearing existence filled the Ring. It was as if the sharpest blade in existence was sundering the threads that made reality exist.

"ZNNNNNNNNNN!"

A dark rift carved through the space where the Crimson Exarch had stood. Gasps echoed as everyone felt the oppressive aura emanating from the cut. They remembered the Fifth Ring, the phase of emptiness, the absence of reality itself.

Through an impossibly refined manipulation of the Flow, the Overseer had severed the very connection that allowed reality to exist. This was no mere space rupture. It was annihilation.

No weapon or armor could withstand that. The cut didn’t destroy matter; it unraveled the bonds that allow matter, energy, and particles to exist.

Had the Crimson Exarch not dodged, he would have been cleaved in two and erased from the world entirely.

But fear was a luxury he did not possess.

Even as he rolled away, his arms came up, both guns trained on the Overseer’s face. Before his opponent could recover from the swing, the Crimson Exarch fired.

The blast struck the Overseer’s metallic mask dead-on, cracking it and hurling his massive body backward. He crashed against the ground, sliding through stone and dust.

But even as he fell, he twisted midair, landing in a low stance. The Light of the Flow gathered around his weapon, flaring with brilliance and power.

Then, he swung upward.

A massive arc of golden light cleaved across the ground, racing toward the Crimson Exarch faster than sight could follow.

The Exarch reacted instantly. One of his guns gleamed, ready to perform a flawless Redirection and return the strike with several replicas.

But just as the golden arc was about to make contact, the Overseer’s eyes glowed.

The arc of light split apart, twisting and diverging into nine separate streams of light that curved midair, converging from every direction at once.

Shock flashed across the Crimson Exarch’s face. To attempt Redirection now would only make things harder, so he needed to find another answer.

Instead, he twisted his body, summoning the Light of the Flow to forge a golden force field around himself as the nine streams struck.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The explosion engulfed him in blinding radiance. The entire Ring shook as fragments of light scattered across its endless plane.

For a moment, silence.

Then, motion.

The Crimson Exarch emerged from the haze, his chest and neck seared with burning wounds, his aura dim but steady. Despite the pain, his expression was unwavering, fierce, determined, unyielding.

Raising both weapons, he fired into the ground behind him. The recoil propelled him forward like a comet, streaking straight toward the Overseer, his weapons blazing once more.

The battle was far from over.