The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2509: From bad...

The moment the sword and the trident collided, a massive explosion erupted.

Waves of multicolored energy burst outward, carrying the terrifying power of Original Sin, while a second surge of dark energy spread across the sky like a silent tide.

Meylin’s power shattered the heavens.

The radiant force of her attack tore through the atmosphere, collapsing entire sections of space as the sheer intensity bent the laws of reality. The pressure was so immense that even space-time itself began to cave in, fragments of the void folding and twisting under the violent impact.

But the dark wave was different.

It caused no visible damage at all.

There were no cracks in the fabric of space-time, no explosions, no ruptures.

For a moment it seemed almost harmless.

Then the wave reached a region of the battlefield where abominations of the Root and warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance were locked in combat.

The surge moved too fast for anyone to dodge.

And then—

Under the horrified gaze of countless witnesses, both the abominations and the warriors of the Six Sacred Races were pulverized into dust.

Not burned.

Not shattered.

They simply disintegrated.

Meylin’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the alliance warriors vanish.

"You really think you can afford to get distracted while facing me?"

The voice snapped her back to reality.

Her opponent twisted the trident in her hands, channeling energy into it until the weapon began spinning violently, forming a spiraling tornado of dark force that pierced forward with overwhelming power.

Meylin clenched her teeth.

Forcing herself to ignore the casualties, she focused entirely on the enemy before her.

The attacker was not a hybrid like Jason.

She was a pure human.

Her long white hair flowed behind her like silver flames, and her pale skin and sharp features clearly marked her as a member of the Godslayer Humankin race.

Yet despite that, a second racial aura surrounded her body.

Just like Jason, something about her presence felt fundamentally wrong.

"BOOM!"

The trident’s power exploded forward.

Meylin was blasted upward into the highest layers of the sky.

Before she could even regain her balance, the woman was already in front of her.

The trident flashed downward, aiming directly for her face.

"What terrifying speed..."

Pushing the power of The Flow to its limits, Meylin forced her mind into perfect synchronization with the surrounding currents of reality.

For a brief instant, the future unfolded before her.

She saw the path of the trident.

Using the edge of her sword, she struck the weapon sideways, diverting the attack and saving herself at the last possible moment.

But before the True Depravita of Original Sin could even feel relief—

A knee slammed into her chest.

The impact cracked several ribs instantly and sent her body flying even higher into the sky.

"How...?"

Meylin clenched her teeth as she tried to understand what had happened.

She had been attuned to the Flow, reading the movements of her opponent’s mind and intentions. Yet she had never detected that strike.

Even more alarming was the power behind it.

The blow had not only pierced through her energy defenses with ease, but the pain it caused reached deep into her soul itself.

It felt similar to the ability of the True Depravita to convert physical damage into spiritual injury.

But this was different.

There was something more.

Thoughts raced through Meylin’s mind as she tried to decipher the nature of her opponent’s power.

But she had no time.

The woman was already upon her again.

The trident rose high above her head as she prepared another devastating strike.

For a fleeting moment, Meylin thought she saw something else appear behind the woman.

A horrifying entity.

A monstrous presence so immense that it seemed capable of eclipsing everything in existence.

It was only a shadow.

A glimpse.

Yet the terror it inspired was overwhelming.

Meylin had no choice but to defend herself.

She pushed the Light of the Flow to its absolute limit, forming a radiant barrier just as the trident reached her.

The impact blasted her away from the battlefield entirely, sending her body flying out into the empty void beyond the Worlds of the Root.

Shock and horror spread through the hearts of the warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance as they witnessed the sudden turn of events.

Just moments ago, everything had been going perfectly.

They were not merely winning.

They had been crushing the Monster of the Root and the Warlock of the Root.

Victory had seemed within reach.

The nightmare that was the Root had finally appeared ready to end.

And then—

These two figures from the Six Sacred Races had appeared.

And everything had collapsed.

One of them had overpowered Anark in direct physical combat.

The other had displayed powers so strange and terrifying that even the mysterious True Depravita of Original Sin had been forced out of the main battlefield.

"Damn it!"

The True Primordial of the Void roared with rage as he blocked another punch from Jason.

The force of the blow pushed him backward, carving a massive canyon through the corrupted ground as his body was dragged across the surface.

Before he could stabilize himself, a kick descended from the sky.

Though it was only a single foot, Anark felt as if the leg of a thousand giants were crashing down upon him.

The pressure alone threatened to crush him into the earth.

But at the last possible moment, Anark exploded with power.

Twisting his body in a stunning display of martial skill, he caught Jason’s leg mid-strike and used the momentum to hurl the hybrid downward.

Jason crashed into the ground with terrifying force.

The impact shattered an entire continent as the momentum carried through the corrupted landmass.

The hybrid coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Yet even as he fell, he reacted instantly.

Planting one hand into the ground, he twisted his body and launched a vicious kick with his free leg straight into Anark’s chest.

The blow blasted the True Primordial of the Void far into the distance.

Anark slammed his feet into the corrupted earth, forcing his body to halt.

Blood leaked from his body, a clear testament to the ferocity of the battle.

But his spirit remained unbroken.

The enemy was strong.

But he was not invincible.

Anark could still win.

Yet just as that thought crossed his mind—

He sensed movement in the distance.

Turning his head, his eyes widened.

Robuke was rising.

The damage Anark had inflicted on the Monster of the Root had been catastrophic.

But the vitality of the Worlds of the Root continued to flow into him, healing his wounds at an astonishing speed.

Within minutes, he would be ready to fight again.

And when that happened—

This battle would become a two-versus-one fight.