The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1481

Chapter 1481: A Hybrid in the tomb Chapter 1481: A Hybrid in the tomb The members of the Dark Races froze momentarily as they laid eyes on Cain and his group.

Shock rippled through their ranks as they really did not expect to find people here, but it didn’t last long.

Their expressions hardened into grim resolve as they instinctively shifted into defensive stances, each figure assessing the newcomers with cold, calculating eyes.  Cain returned their stares with equal intensity, his golden eyes glowing faintly with the power of The Flow.

To him, it didn’t matter who or what these people were.

In a tomb brimming with treasure, every stranger was a potential enemy-and these enemies needed to be eliminated.

Without hesitation, Cain’s Star Power exploded outward, wrapping his body in a radiant golden aura.

His Yang Runes activated, reinforcing his muscles, bones, and skin as he launched himself forward, spear in hand.

His target was clear: the Atrox warrior who exuded a dark and oppressive aura of power and seemed to be the leader of the Dark Races’ group.  Elrick and the others hesitated for only a moment before following close behind Cain, their own energies flaring as they prepared for battle.

The Atrox warrior’s sharp gaze locked onto Cain, but instead of retreating, his eyes burned with determination.

A jet-black sword materialized in his hands, its blade blazing with destructive Fire Star Power.

As Cain’s Spear of Doom streaked toward him like a blazing comet, the Atrox swung his sword upward to meet the attack.

“BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!” The collision of their weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the sheer force of the clash igniting the surrounding area in bursts of fire and energy, generating a vortex that twisted space.

The Atrox and the Godslayer Human channeled Fire Star Power into their weapons, but the nature of their flames was entirely different.

Cain’s flames radiated brilliance and vitality, embodying the raw power of a blazing sun.

The Atrox’s flames, however, were dark and consuming, seeking to devour and extinguish everything they touched.

Cain frowned as he felt the Atrox’s energy attempting to consume his own, growing stronger with every second.

But instead of faltering, Cain’s eyes glinted with a cold light.

“Hmph!

Trying to play devouring games with me.” Silently, Cain activated the Concept of Gluttony, channeling it into his spear.

The consuming force of the Atrox’s flames faltered, neutralized by Cain’s parasitic flames that began to devour the Atrox’s energy instead.

The Atrox’s expression shifted to one of shock as he felt the balance of power tilt.

His knees buckled slightly under the pressure of Cain’s relentless assault, and the wall of liquid fire behind him loomed closer.

If he were pushed back any further, he’d be consumed entirely and suffer severe wounds, which in a battlefield like this would be the same as dying.

Just as Cain prepared to deliver the finishing blow, spectral tentacles of flame erupted from the side, lashing out with terrifying speed and precision.

Cain’s instincts flared as he dodged the attack, his mind instantly analyzing the energy.

“A spiritual assault,” he realized as the tentacles curved mid-air, cutting off his escape routes.

The fiery tendrils radiated a high level of Law of Fire mastery, combined with an ethereal force designed to bypass physical defenses and target the soul.

The Hell Clan woman, who had summoned the tentacles, smirked coldly, her fiery aura burning even brighter.

At the same time, the Atrox recovered from his previous disadvantage, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination.

He nodded subtly to the woman before charging toward Cain once more, weaving through the fiery tendrils with practiced ease.

His sword was aimed directly at Cain’s neck, a lethal strike meant to end the battle in an instant.

Cain’s expression didn’t waver as he observed their coordinated assault.

The Atrox and the Hell Clan woman moved with flawless teamwork, clearly accustomed to fighting together.

But their familiarity was no match for The Flow.

Cain’s mind raced, every possibility unfolding before him as he tapped into the advanced power of the technique.

Just as the Atrox’s blade closed in, Cain’s left hand glowed faintly with energy.

In one swift motion, he redirected one of the spectral tentacles toward the Atrox.

The Hell Clan woman’s smirk disappeared as she realized what was happening, but it was too late.

The redirected tentacle struck the Atrox square in the chest, the spiritual energy bypassing his armor and ravaging his body.

The force of the attack sent him flying backward, blood dripping from his mouth.

His eyes were glazed with pain, the spiritual damage evident in his trembling limbs.

Cain would have pressed his advantage, but the Hell Clan woman recovered quickly, her tentacles lashing out with renewed ferocity.

Cain dodged and deflected the attacks with the Spear of Doom, incinerating several tendrils with his solar flames.

Despite his efforts, the relentless assault kept him on the defensive, making it nearly impossible to close the distance between them.

Meanwhile, the Atrox, though visibly weakened, rejoined the fray.

His dark flames burned brighter than ever, and he moved with caution, keeping a wary eye on the woman’s tentacles to avoid being struck again.

Together, their combined might began to push Cain back, their synergy amplifying their strength to a dangerous degree.

Cold determination flickered in Cain’s eyes as he parried their attacks, his movements guided by The Flow.

His body moved with mechanical precision, but the relentless assault was taking its toll.

Yet, even as he fought, something about his opponents’ behavior nagged at him.

‘Why aren’t they acting like the others?’ Cain thought, his mind analyzing every detail.

While their killing intent was palpable, there was no racial hatred in their emotions.

This absence was strange, given the xenophobic nature of the Everstrife Empyrean World.

A meaningful light appeared in Cain’s eyes as he thought of a possibility, and then he commanded the Absolute Life Form System silently.

“Analyze their heritage.” The system’s robotic voice echoed in his mind after only a few seconds.

[Woman: Inferno Daemon, Hell Clan.

Man: Hybrid Godslayer Humankind / Atrox Immortus Race.] CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld Check the comments for images 11/28 Chapter: 21 weekly + 4 for golden ranking (+50) + 3 for power stone ranking (+400)