The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1682

Chapter 1682: First blood!
The first to clash were the trio from Divine Calamity Heaven and the formidable leaders of Divine Sea Heaven. The entire battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat, the anticipation almost palpable, before the sheer force of their collision ruptured the tense stillness with explosive violence.

Divine Calamity’s son erupted forward first, his form blazing with swirling flames intertwined with crushing gravitational force. His every step warped space around him, and he closed in instantly on the ethereal Godslayer Human who wielded the enigmatic Laws of Balance.

The clash was instantaneous and cataclysmic; roaring infernos collided head-on against shimmering shields of equilibrium that bent and twisted reality around the human’s body.

Vast gravitational waves crashed against intricate spell formations, producing eruptions of blinding light and ruptures of distorted space-time.

The sky fractured with every strike and counter-strike, their battle reshaping the very laws in their immediate surroundings.

Meanwhile, Zoro, the fearsome Abyssal Demon, thundered into combat against the towering Deus Behemoth that resembled a regal stag and radiated brilliant golden illumination.

Zoro’s power surged violently, manifesting into a colossal darkness shaped by Shadow Mass Star Power. It cloaked him in impenetrable layers, consuming damage and magnifying his already overwhelming physical might.

With each devastating blow he delivered, darkness exploded outward, swallowing the enemy’s light.

However, the Deus Behemoth was equally formidable; every strike of his divine fists resonated with a luminous power that steadily eroded everything it touched.

Their relentless melee battle surged back and forth, one radiating eternal darkness, the other an unending sacred brilliance. Each clash created storms of shadow and light that obliterated reality itself in their immediate vicinity.

On another front, the powerful woman of the Hell Clan summoned her strength, brandishing her blood-red sword that pulsed menacingly with the terrifying might of the Law of Blood. She unleashed massive waves of blood energy, razor-sharp torrents capable of tearing apart mountains from hundreds of kilometers away. Her style was relentless, precise, and mercilessly long-range.

Her opponent was the enigmatic Anima Machinarium figure, whose bone-forged body emitted eerie, golden soul energy. The Machinarium goddess responded by evoking a monstrous legion of spectral creatures and skeletal titans, each monstrous apparition imbued with powerful Soul Laws.

Gigantic bone dragons, phantom warriors, and ghostly krakens clashed fiercely against the endless surging blood-waves, creating a macabre and chaotic spectacle of death and destruction.

The explosive power of these three battles made it clear that these individuals stood in a league of their own. Even the most experienced and formidable Prima Deities, such as Alucard, would struggle immensely to endure a single moment beneath this cataclysmic barrage, let alone hope to intervene effectively.

Yet, while these overwhelming confrontations awed every one, both armies of Prima Deities quickly sharpened their focus. They had their own battles to wage.

Without hesitation, erupting with pure bloodlust, countless other powerful figures crashed together fiercely. While the initial clash between Divine Calamity and Divine Sea was unmatched in terms of quality, this vast battle among dozens of Prima Deities eclipsed it utterly in sheer scale.

Fortunately for the world below, the recently intensified density of universal Laws significantly dampened the catastrophic spread of destruction.

Even then, witnessing their conflict felt like watching entire worlds collide with unimaginable fury. The sky burned and space twisted violently, illuminating the clouds with surreal lights and arcs of cosmic energy.

Although Prima Deities often prided themselves on their transcendent perspective and supposedly impartial outlook, old prejudices persisted on both sides. Those from the Light Races instinctively sought opponents from the Dark Races, and the opposite held equally true.

However, there were exceptions, like Alucard, whose careful choice stemmed less from prejudice and more from the need to hide any aspect that might reveal his true mentality and thus endanger his son. Yet, ultimately, the majority of clashes followed this ancient, racial pattern.

All except one.

Cain’s eyes burned fiercely with crimson flames interwoven with streaks of brilliant golden light. A savage, thrilling smile graced his lips, reflecting raw excitement and deadly resolve.

He had not targeted a Dark Race cultivator—instead, he set his sight firmly upon one from his own race, another Godslayer Human from Divine Sea Heaven.

Cain didn’t hesitate or probe cautiously; from the very first move, he unleashed his full might without reservation. His body surged forward like storm lightning incarnate, engulfed in a raging tempest of fire that roared along the length of his mighty Shooting Star Dragon Halberd.

Each blow Cain struck consumed and amplified the surrounding energies, growing progressively stronger and more devastating.

Alexander, the Godslayer Human caught within Cain’s relentless assault, grimaced in furious disbelief. Despite being a celebrated warrior from the Endlessdeath Continent, a Middle Prima Deity with millions of years of battle-hardened experience, he was ruthlessly pressured by a young man who appeared no older than a mere hundred years.

Each clash left Alexander more wounded and weakened, the relentless flames of Cain’s halberd voraciously devouring his very life-force with every minor injury inflicted.

“Damn it!” Alexander roared internally, rage and dread gripping his heart equally as he desperately defended himself against the merciless onslaught.

A humiliating realization struck him—he would have to unleash his full power immediately or face certain death. To be forced into such a desperate act by an unknown youth, an unheralded newcomer no one had even heard of, was the deepest disgrace.

“Liberacion To—!” Alexander urgently began the incantation, aiming to merge fully with his Alter-Ego and summon his ultimate strength. But before he could complete the activation, Cain’s right eye flared violently, radiating power.

The world instantly drained of color, becoming monochrome, and a colossal, ominous dark moon loomed overhead, casting a shadow of doom over everything.

“CRACK!”

A protective medallion hanging around Alexander’s neck shattered, instantly dragging his mind from the nightmarish illusion—but it was already far too late.

A frigid chill seized Alexander, freezing him in place. His trembling gaze slowly lowered, and the terrifying reality became clear—a hand, burning with crimson flames, had pierced straight through his chest.