The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2068: The might of a Puppetmaster

Catherine’s eyes widened with a rare flicker of shock. From the moment the hand erupted from the earth, she could sense it carried a force capable of surpassing all defenses, cutting through flesh and bone like a hot knife through snow. If it reached her throat at point-blank range, there was no doubt—it would sever her head from her body and end her existence.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Yet where others might have panicked, Catherine’s mind sharpened. Focus keener than any blade crystallized in her violet gaze. She opened her mouth, and the action did not stop there. Her lower jaw split in half, bones cracking with wet snaps as the tear carried on with her chest tore apart down the middle, splitting open in a grotesque fissure.

From that gaping wound, a colossal arm surged forth.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The massive giant’s fist slammed against the deathly hand. Power met death. Strength clashed with annihilation. The resulting shockwave fractured the battlefield, turning the graveyard into a ruin of collapsing craters and yawning canyons. Corpses burst into dust, and a storm of force ripped outward in all directions.

Catherine’s body was flung skyward, her chest still split grotesquely, the monstrous giant arm dangling limp from her wound. The fist she had summoned had been reduced to a bloody pulp.

That arm had been one of her strongest constructs and the fastest she could summon. Its defense was formidable enough to repel even a Late Archdeity’s full strike. Yet the hand of destruction had shattered it in a single blow.

Her eyes darted to the enemy. Rising from the debris was a draconic figure, his entire presence wreathed in an aura of unshackled, unfiltered destruction. Power emanated from his hands like a living storm, reality fracturing in his wake. His eyes were not simply cold—they were absolute. And when they met hers, Catherine realized with a chill that he was not seeing an enemy.

He was seeing a meal.

The dread deepened as Cain inhaled, and a massive sword manifested in his grip. His voice rang out like the toll of a funeral bell.

"Doomsday Incarnation."

At once, the full power of the Absolute Destruction Doomsday Body erupted from him. An aura of pure annihilation cascaded across his being. Muscles bulged, bone spikes erupted from his elbows and knees, and more sprouted along his arms and legs like jagged armor. Every inch of him radiated the essence of ending, the certainty of obliteration, and the brute power to end heavenly bodies.

Catherine’s instincts screamed. For the first time in a long time, her focus narrowed to a razor point upon her foe, every thought consumed with how to survive him.

And that was her mistake.

The sliver of fear she had just released was all Meylin needed to teleport right behind her.

"SHHHK!"

Two blades bathed in lotus-like swordlight appeared behind Catherine, one cutting from the left, the other from the right. A scissor meant to sever her head clean from her shoulders.

"A True Depravita!?"

Catherine’s thoughts reeled. She had not realized a Depravita was here. She immediately attempted to cage her emotions, sealing her aura. But it was too late. Meylin had already struck.

The gaping wound in Catherine’s chest had not yet closed, so she could not use her splitting ability to intercept the strike. Still, she had not risen this far without trump cards.

Her spine glowed ominously. The back of her robes exploded as a hideous hairy centipede artifact erupted from her back, its legs embedding into her flesh like parasitic roots. The creature trembled and shrieked soundlessly, unleashing a storm of writhing hairs that surged forward, intercepting Meylin’s swords.

Meylin’s brows furrowed. The defense was grotesque but formidable. She did not falter. The might of the Sinful Lotus surged around her, empowering her blades with a storm of karmic light.

The clash was brutal. Her swordlight sheared through dozens of centipede hairs, each one shattering with screams that echoed in the soul. But the artifact’s resistance slowed her momentum.

Meylin’s eyes glowed with determination as she pushed herself harder. With a roar, she drove her power to its limits. The blades finally pierced through the final layer of writhing hair and struck flesh—but the artifact’s interference had shifted her trajectory. Instead of severing Catherine’s neck, her swords raked across the woman’s back.

Green blood sprayed in every direction as Meylin’s strike cut deep, severing part of the centipede itself before carving into Catherine’s flesh. The force of the blow sent Catherine crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact, the earth splitting as if struck by a meteor.

All of this—the hand of destruction, the sword strike, the monstrous defenses—had happened in less than a second.

Cain’s eyes remained glacial, merciless. He wasted no time, descending toward the crater with his Sky Devourer raised high. He would not allow Catherine even a heartbeat to recover.

But just as the Neo-Demon was about to arrive, the ground shuddered.

An immense surge of power erupted from the pit, blowing Cain back. The battlefield trembled as three colossal forms rose from the depths of the shattered graveyard.

The first was a molten titan, a towering colossus forged of rock and fire. Its cracked body glowed with rivers of lava, each step shaking the land. Jagged plates of stone formed its armor, while its blazing core radiated heat fierce enough to melt steel.

The second was a colossal armored demon, its monstrous form swathed in blackened steel, an enormous scythe clutched in its clawed hands. Jagged horns curved from its head, and an aura of death and decay radiated from every bone and sinew.

The third was a two-headed dragon split between opposing elements. One head, pale as ice with glowing sapphire eyes, exhaled an aura of freezing cold that crystallized the air. The other, crimson-scaled and veined with magma, burned with molten fury, lava dripping from its jagged fangs. Its massive wings, one icy white and the other fiery red, stretched wide as frost and flame bled together into a cataclysmic storm.