The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1340

Chapter 1340: Magnus and Rylanor Chapter 1340: Magnus and Rylanor Book 14 – Into the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe  — Perched atop a massive mountain range that pierced the heavens, two young boys engaged in a spirited duel.

Despite appearing to be only four or five years old, the vitality and bloodline force coursing through their veins were so intense that not even newborn dragons could compare.  Both boys shared strikingly similar features: radiant golden eyes that shimmered like molten sunlight and faces that promised to grow into those of exceptionally handsome young men.

There was an otherworldly quality to them, a sense that greatness was their birthright.

One of the boys had snow-white hair.

His tiny body was perfectly toned, each muscle defined and coiled with latent power.

But that was just the beginning.

The neutral energy of the world flowed through his flesh and blood with overwhelming power and momentum, enveloping him in a faint aura that made the air around him shimmer.

The young boy seemed to draw energy from the environment without conscious effort.

The wind swirled around him playfully, leaves danced at his feet, and the ground beneath him seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat.

His fists carried the weight of small mountains, and his movements possessed the flexibility of air and the momentum of lightning.

Each strike he launched caused the very atmosphere to tremble, yet despite his formidable strength, he could not land a single blow on his opponent.

Facing him was a boy with short red hair.

Unlike his companion, his physique did not exude overwhelming raw power or vitality.

Instead, his movements had a grace and harmony that spoke of a deep equilibrium with the world around him.

He moved as though he were part of the wind, the earth, and the sky all at once.

A golden light danced in his eyes, giving the impression that he could see the flow of the world.

As the white-haired boy unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks with increasing ferocity, the red-haired child evaded each one effortlessly.

He seemed to anticipate every move, dodging at the last possible moment with a serene smile on his face.

It was not merely reflexes at play; he resonated with the Laws of space and time to such a shocking degree that even the most seasoned sages, who had meditated for thousands of years, would be envious.

“Stand still, Magnus!” the white-haired boy shouted, frustration evident in his voice.

His eyes blazed with determination as he lunged forward, the ground cracking under his feet from the sheer force of his takeoff.

Magnus simply chuckled, sidestepping the attack with minimal effort.

“Rylanor, patience is a virtue,” he replied calmly.

“You’re exerting so much energy.” Undeterred, Rylanor leaped into the air, channeling all his strength into a powerful downward kick.

The force of the strike generated a shockwave that shattered the mountain beneath him.

But when the dust settled, Magnus was standing more than fifty meters away, his clothes unruffled and that ever-present smile gracing his lips.

Rylanor’s fists clenched at his sides.

“Ahhh, Magnus, why don’t you fight!

What is the point of always dodging?” he exclaimed, exasperation in his tone.

Magnus shook his head softly, his expression serene.

“Rylanor, you were born with our father’s Primordial Heritage.

You connected to natural energy with your first breath.

Your physical strength equals that of a Peak Apotheosis Master.

There is no way I can defeat you in a direct fight, and if I attack, I give you an opening.” Rylanor’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Then I win,” he declared confidently.

Magnus’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

“When fighting, there are three paths: attack, retreat, or do nothing.

I am choosing the latter.

As long as I rely on The Flow and my connection to the Laws, you will not be able to touch me.” “Ahhhh, but you won’t win!” Rylanor protested, stomping his foot, causing a minor tremor in the ground.

“Nor will I lose,” Magnus countered gently.

The discussion between the two children highlighted the contrast in their natures.

Rylanor was fierce and direct, always choosing to strike forward, relying on brute power to overwhelm any obstacles in his path.

His spirit burned brightly, a blazing fire that sought to conquer.

On the other hand, Magnus was wise and shrewd, not blinded by the thrill of victory.

He strived for the best possible outcome, embracing patience and strategy over raw force.

High above, the sun bathed the mountain peaks in golden light, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain as the two children gazed at each other.  Rylanor’s eyes ignited with renewed fighting spirit.

“I won’t give up!” he declared, drawing upon even more of the world’s natural energy.

His aura intensified, causing nearby rocks to levitate slightly before crashing back down.

Magnus maintained his calm demeanor.

“Very well,” he said softly.

“Shall we continue?” Before they could resume their clash, two figures blasted through the sky, leaving trails of shimmering light in their wake.

They appeared between the boys in an instant, their presence commanding and undeniable.

Both exuded an aura of immense power and authority.

Rylanor and Magnus immediately halted their movements upon recognizing the newcomers.

Their eyes widened, and a fleeting expression of guilt crossed their faces.

Without a word, they turned on their heels and attempted to escape.

Rylanor moved like a bolt of lightning, his speed breaking the sound barrier.

Magnus manipulated the space-time around him to create distance.

However, their efforts were in vain.

With precise movements, the two men extended their hands and grabbed the boys by the backs of their robes, lifting them effortlessly into the air.

The children’s feet dangled as they realized escape was impossible.

Rylanor sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Caught again,” he muttered under his breath.

Magnus adjusted his robe, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity.

“It appears our adventure has been cut short,” he remarked.

The man holding Magnus was tall and imposing, with eyes that crackled with electric energy.

He was none other than the Collapsing Lightning Emperor, Gabriel!

“Your Highness, I told you that you could not just leave the tower without finishing your courses first,” Gabriel chided, his tone stern yet not unkind.

Magnus pouted slightly.

“What is the point of all those courses?” he retorted, though his voice lacked the earlier bravado.

Gabriel’s eyes sharpened, a flicker of lightning flashing within them.

“Oh, so you are refuting your classes?” he inquired, arching an eyebrow.

“Let’s see what your mother has to say about that.” At the mention of his mother, all the color drained from Magnus’ face.

The fierceness he had displayed moments before vanished.

“No, no, that’s not necessary,” he stammered.

“I’ll attend all my classes, I promise!” Meanwhile, the man holding Rylanor was William, one of the most important figures of the Atrox Immortus Race and Astrid’s father.  “The same goes for you, Rylanor,” William said, his voice gentle but firm.

Rylanor shivered slightly, offering a sheepish smile.

“Grandfather, let’s forget about this, okay?” he suggested hopefully.

William sneered playfully, shaking his head.

“Your words will not save you this time, brat,” he replied.

“Responsibility is not something you can evade.” With that, Gabriel and William ascended into the air, the boys secured firmly in their grasp as they headed to the heart of Aether.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld I made a mistake and confused the children’s names.

Now they are in the correct order.

Sorry about that.

To clarify: -Rylanor is Astrid’s child and a Human/Atrox Hybrid -Magnus is Shura’s child and a pure Godslayer Human.