The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2069: Minds linked as one

Cain and Meylin frowned as the battlefield shifted. Catherine’s three puppets loomed like titans. Each radiated power equal to that of a Late Archdeity. Their frames weren’t merely infused with Catherine’s energy; they were animated extensions of her soul force, bound to her instincts and guided with her precision.

The Neo-Demon and True Depravita understood immediately. These constructs were more dangerous than real Late Archdeities. They did not flinch at pain, did not guard their lives, and would gladly self-destruct if it meant taking Cain or Meylin down. Catherine could always build more, but the duo had only one life each.

The Colossus Puppet, the Reaper Puppet, and the Dragon Puppet did not waste a breath. They lunged forward in unison, their combined power erupting as they took to the skies.

Cain and Meylin’s expressions hardened. Their only chance was to break through the puppets and reach Catherine before she buried herself deeper underground. There was no time to hesitate. Only time to act.

Cain met the Colossus Puppet head-on. His flaming sword, Sky Devourer, clashed with a stone fist larger than his entire body. The impact ignited a cataclysm of scarlet fire and molten lava, shockwaves tearing through the graveyard.

The Neo-Demon gritted his teeth. The sheer weight of the puppet’s blow made his arms tremble, bones straining under the force. But Cain did not relent. With a roar, he pushed forward, channeling every ounce of Reaper Touch and the overwhelming destruction of the Doomsday Body. His strike carved through stone-like flesh and unbreakable bone, sending shards of molten rock spraying into the air.

At the same moment, Meylin faced the Reaper Puppet. Its enormous scythe howled through the air, carrying the decay of death itself. She met it with her twin blades, Hell and Abyss, her lotus aura burning bright.

The Eye of Pride amplified her strength, flooding her body with power.

The Eye of Envy copied the scythe’s force of decay, layering her own weapons with its same destructive edge.

The Eye of Gluttony devoured the ambient energy of the battlefield, feeding it into her sword light.

Even with all three Eyes of Sin blazing, Meylin was only able to match the puppet’s strikes. Their weapons clashed, generating waves of destruction that shattered the air. But her edge came not from strength, but from subtlety.

As steel rang against steel, Meylin’s eyes glowed. Silent psychic force seeped from her blades, flowing into the scythe, then bleeding through its handle and into the Reaper Puppet’s body. Like venom, it sought to corrupt the construct from within, unraveling it from the inside out.

The puppets were mighty, but the Neo-Demon and True Depravita possessed powers unique to their races. Together, they carved slowly into the defenses of their foes.

But there was a third.

The Dragon Puppet took position below them, wings spread wide. Its two heads reared back, one glowing icy blue, the other molten red. With a roar that split the heavens, it unleashed a torrent of frozen fire and burning ice, a paradoxical breath meant to consume everything.

Cain and Meylin cursed under their breath, forced to disengage from their duels and flash sideways to avoid the elemental storm. Their formation shattered.

The Colossus and the Reaper Puppets wasted no time. They seized the opening, hammering down blows before Cain and Meylin could fully recover.

The duo braced themselves. They could not dodge, so they blocked.

Stone fists and the death scythe struck at once, launching them back through the air. Their bodies trembled, bones cracking, but they regained control before they could crash. With blood in their mouths and fire in their eyes, they lunged back into the fray.

Cold determination blazed in their gazes.

Cain and Meylin fought with everything they had, pushing their bodies, minds, and powers to the absolute limit. Again and again, their strikes landed. Deep wounds marred the puppets—cracks in stone, tears in flesh, splintered scales. But for every injury they inflicted, they received one in return.

The Scarlet Throne mended Cain’s body in blazes of vitality, flooding every cell with life force. Meylin’s Depravita constitution regenerated even lost limbs in moments. But this constant healing strained their bodies and souls.

No matter how talented or ferocious they were, Cain and Meylin were still only Early Archdeities. Fighting three puppets at the absolute peak of the Late Archdeity rank was pushing them to their breaking point.

Explosions reigned across the battlefield. Firestorms, shockwaves, and psychic blasts split the sky. The land below withered and cracked under the weight of their clashing forces.

And then it happened.

Cain and Meylin were pinned down.

The Colossus Puppet’s massive stone fist pressed down on Meylin’s blades, crushing him in place. The Reaper Puppet’s scythe hooked against Cain’s sword, locking her movement. Both were held immobile, trapped under the force of their enemies.

And behind them... the Dragon Puppet rose.

Its body glowed, veins of fire and frost pulsing wildly. Energy surged through it, unstable, volatile, like a volcano about to erupt. Its two heads opened their maws.

Cain and Meylin’s eyes widened.

If the Dragon Puppet detonated here, it would consume everything within reach. The Reaper Puppet and the Colossus Puppet would be engulfed as well. But that meant nothing to Catherine. To her, sacrificing the puppets to kill the Scarlet King and the True Depravita was a worthy trade.

The energy surged higher, rising to a cataclysmic crescendo. Fire that could burn a sun. Ice that could freeze the void. They were a storm of annihilation that rushed toward Cain and Meylin.

For a heartbeat, Cain’s eyes lost their composure, allowing something else to arise.

Desire.

Gluttony.

Those emotions surged forth, and Meylin responded instinctively. Using his hunger as a gate, she appeared at his side through her Negative Teleportation, their minds linked as one.

Without words, she knew what to do. She channeled all her strength into her lotus blades, striking at the scythe that bound Cain, creating just enough of an opening for him to break free.

Cain let Sky Devourer fall from his grip. His golden eyes glowed with the power of the Flow. Raising his left hand, he extended his index and middle fingers toward the torrent of ice.

The world trembled.

The storm of destruction touched his fingers—

—then vanished.

Every iota of the Dragon Puppet’s energy collapsed, devoured by Cain’s body.