The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2360: New enemies? (II)

Cain’s eyes narrowed as two figures emerged from the unfamiliar portals.

One was a member of the Atrox Immortus Race, the other a member of the Godslayer Humanking.

The Atrox was massive and muscular, his body wrapped in dark armor that seemed forged from night itself. A heavy sword rested in his grasp, its presence oppressive even while idle. His posture was rigid, his expression cold and distant, as if he stood above judgment or concern.

The Godslayer, by contrast, was handsome and composed. He possessed a third eye set vertically on his forehead, half-lidded yet watchful, and his long purple hair flowed freely behind him. His presence was calm, controlled—and overwhelming.

Cain did not need to analyze long.

The aura of the Atrox placed him on the same level as Cipher and the other super powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races. However, the Godslayer stood clearly above them. His aura radiated the unmistakable authority of an Alpha-Omega Overgod.

The moment the duo appeared, tension flooded the chamber.

Anark, Cipher, Amara, Zephirax, Arkam, and Uriel immediately focused on the newcomers. Their gazes were sharp, hostile, and entirely devoid of friendliness.

It was understandable.

While the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had fought and bled during the Invasion of the Heart of the Root, risking annihilation with every step forward, the forces of these two Empyrean Worlds had remained silent. They had watched. They had waited.

The Atrox showed no reaction to the hostility. His demeanor remained indifferent, as though the opinions of those present meant nothing to him.

The Godslayer, on the other hand, wore a confident, amiable smile—one that carried both charm and undeniable might.

"I am Markin," he said calmly. "Ruler of the Endless Dream Kingdom and the Eternitysoul Empyrean World."

His voice was smooth, resonant, and carried natural authority.

"I am aware that there is animosity between us," Markin continued. "But I hope we can move past it—for the sake of our homes."

After finishing his sentence, Markin performed a deep bow toward the group. As he straightened, he cast a brief, meaningful glance toward the Atrox beside him.

The massive man released a long sigh before clasping his hands together and nodding once.

"I am Kaizer," he said bluntly. "Emperor of the Night Empire. Ruler of the Endlessnight Empyrean World."

With their introductions complete, the duo turned their attention fully to the group, waiting for a response.

None came.

Complicated expressions appeared on the faces of Cipher, Amara, Zephirax, Arkam, and Uriel as they stared at the two rulers. Their silence spoke louder than words.

Words were cheap.

Action was what mattered.

And so far, the only thing the duo had demonstrated was cowardice.

More importantly, while the two rulers were undeniably powerful, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance was not desperate. Their strength grew with every passing day, their warriors hardened by real battle. After clashing directly with the World of the Root, they knew the road ahead would be brutal—but they also knew they could walk it alone.

The cost would be high.

But it was a cost they were prepared to pay.

In the end, none of the five responded. Instead, they all turned toward Cain.

He was the Warmaster.

And unquestionably the strongest among them—especially after his most recent session of secluded cultivation.

The image of the gate unleashing Chaos Weapons that nearly disintegrated Radagon remained etched into their minds.

Cain stared at the duo.

The Power of Chaos and the Power of the Flow surged subtly as he searched their minds and emotions, peeling back surface intent without restraint. After a moment, he nodded slowly and gestured toward two empty seats.

"You are part of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe," Cain said calmly. "So you may take a seat."

"In order to improve the speed of our incursions," Cain continued, "we require your resources."

Smiles appeared on both Markin and Kaizer, believing that they had already secured their place.

Then Cain continued.

"However," he said, his voice dropping in temperature, "whether you will become part of this alliance is uncertain."

Silence reigned.

The atmosphere thickened instantly.

Markin and Kaizer exchanged brief glances, their expressions growing solemn as the hidden meaning behind Cain’s words became clear.

Their worlds possessed resources—vast, valuable resources—that could be used to fuel the war machine that was the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance.

But Cain did not need them.

He was prepared to take those resources by force if necessary.

Kaizer’s aura began to rise, killing intent flickering in his eyes.

"Do you understand the implications of your words?" the Atrox demanded. "Are you searching for more enemies?"

Markin said nothing, but the coldness in his gaze was unmistakable.

Cain inhaled slowly, then exhaled.

"I was too weak once," he said quietly. "And because of that, an entire world was lost. Trillions of lives vanished."

The scarlet light in his eyes intensified, reflecting a myriad of wills—the wills of those who fought beside him, and the countless lives depending on him to protect their home.

"Even if we defeat the Root," Cain continued, "that loss will remain."

His gaze hardened.

"I will not be weak again."

The next instant, he vanished.

And reappeared between them.

Cain’s hands clamped onto their shoulders before either could react. Lightning surged through his body—raw, violent speed identical to the lightning Zephirax used to push himself beyond limits.

Horror and shock erupted in the eyes of both the Atrox and the Godslayer.

They had witnessed Cain’s power during the Invasion of the Heart of the Root through special techniques and treasures. They believed his overwhelming strength came primarily from his Tribulation Flames—and that without them, they could face him together.

They were wrong.

Terrifyingly wrong.

They might be able to fight.

But in the end, their heads would still roll.

Cain stared at them with a coldness that froze their hearts for a single breath—before his expression softened into a radiant, dangerous smile.

"I believe," he said calmly, "it would be best if we move forward using our words."

"Don’t you?"