The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2407: We cannot truly trust anyone

Mirena finally nodded. After a brief moment of calculation, she gave a number.

"We can give you four thousand Prima Deities and forty-nine Arch Deities."

Cain’s incarnation remained completely stoic, betraying nothing on the surface. Yet deep within his heart, desire and exhilaration burned fiercely. Such a massive number of sacrifices meant an enormous amount of Ancestor Drops—enough to allow him to take a tremendous step forward in the creation of his new body.

However, Mirena was not finished.

Her voice grew colder, carrying a chilling authority that caused the air itself to seem to freeze.

"Understand this," she said. "With these sacrifices come responsibilities. If you do not show enough power during the battles to come, we will demand repayment."

Cain stared at the woman for a moment before performing a solemn nod. Paradise was not a place where he could afford carelessness. After all, she had just handed him sacrifices equal to nearly a quarter of the warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, as if they were nothing but trash.

"I will show my full power in the future battles," Cain replied calmly. "I will take the lives of many warriors of the Kalous Kingdom. You do not need to worry about that."

Mirena nodded, seemingly satisfied. She then waved her hand, sending a medallion flying toward the blood humanoid.

"That medallion will allow us to communicate with each other," she said. "Without the risk of anyone spying on us."

Her tone then turned more solemn.

"According to our intelligence, the Kalous Kingdom will make a move against you in two months. The techniques will arrive next week. The captives will arrive within a month, along with our forces."

With that, Mirena clasped her hands together and nodded once more.

"Until we meet again, Blood King."

Cain returned the courtesy.

"Until we meet again."

With a sharp kick against the air, Mirena shattered space itself. Her figure vanished into the distance at shocking speed, leaving only rippling distortions behind. Once the woman was gone, the blood humanoid melted, fusing back into the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

"Creator, I sense danger around that woman," Satan said.

"So do I," Hades added. "My instincts tell me that an alliance with them will not end well for us."

The two Royal Guards communicated with Cain through their telepathic link. In response, they heard Cain’s laughter echo through their minds.

"Hahaha... Of course it will not end well for us," Cain said calmly. "The Kalous Kingdom. The Aztorus Kingdom. We cannot truly trust anyone. We are alone."

His words were cold, yet he spoke them as if stating an undeniable truth.

"The Aztorus Kingdom will use us to harm the Kalous Kingdom without any regard for our safety," Cain continued. "And once we are no longer useful, they will most likely try to either kill me or enslave me."

The eyes of the two Royal Guards sharpened.

"Then why make an alliance?" Satan asked.

"Because we need it," Cain replied without hesitation. "And because if I play my cards right, we will win big."

Cold thrill surged through Cain’s soul as a plan rapidly took shape in his mind. Strength was fundamental to that plan. Without wasting time, Cain immediately sent Satan and Hades to hunt while he focused entirely on the growth of his new body.

Just as Mirena had said, after one week, a massive Blutlinie appeared above the Ocean of the Blood Sun. His body was covered in jagged spikes, radiating brutal strength. He was enormous, and his power clearly belonged to an ArchDeity, though his role was that of a messenger.

"I am Korin," the Blutlinie announced. "I come in the name of Lady Mirena. Here are the promised techniques."

He took out a black box. Instantly, an invisible force seized it and dragged it into the blood ocean.

"Thank your master," Cain’s voice echoed coldly. "Now leave."

The ArchDeity nodded immediately and vanished in a flash of light. The Ocean of the Blood Sun had already become infamous due to the countless deaths surrounding it, and Korin had no intention of remaining even a second longer than necessary.

Cain could not care less about the messenger. His mind was already inside the box.

Within it lay an entire library.

The excitement in Cain’s heart grew stronger with every moment. The soul-related knowledge possessed by the Aztorus Kingdom was staggering, offering insights into phenomena at the very peak of the Third Realm. It was far beyond what he had expected.

When his attention turned to the body refinement techniques related to speed, his shock deepened even further. Some of the techniques, if trained to their limits, could grant speed so terrifying that even a Limit Third Realm Master would struggle to follow the movements with their eyes.

"They definitely have even better techniques hidden in their secret collections," Cain muttered. "Perhaps even something that could help me surpass the limits of the Third Realm."

Greed and desire surged within him, but Cain did not allow those emotions to cloud his judgment. After a moment, his mind cooled, becoming sharp and focused as he analyzed his plan.

"With this knowledge regarding the soul, combined with my powers, I should be able to succeed," Cain thought. "However, I will need them to trust me."

Gaining the trust of Royal Blutlinie was extremely difficult. They did not even trust their own families. Still, there was always a method.

After pondering for a moment, Cain summoned the medallion and sent his consciousness into it.

"Yes?" Mirena’s voice appeared instantly. "Is everything satisfactory with the techniques?"

"Everything is perfect," Cain replied with a courteous tone. "The reason I am contacting you is regarding another matter. I have an idea concerning our first clash with the forces of the Kalous Kingdom."

His voice carried faint intrigue.

"I believe you will find it very interesting."

Silence followed.

Then, Mirena’s voice echoed once more.

"I am listening."

If Cain had a face, right now, he would be making the face of a devil about to trap someone in his net.