The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687: Endlessdeath Continent
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A massive arc of blazing red flame and radiant storm light burst forth from Cain’s halberd, tearing through the heavens like a blade made of chaos and purpose.

This devastating strike encapsulated every ounce of Cain’s strength, refined fury, and the cosmic might of the Concept of Conquest. It surged toward Harkon with such raw destructive force that the very fabric of enhanced space-time seemed to tremble, rippling as if it were about to unravel.

The Inferno Daemon’s eyes widened in shock and horror. There was no time to dodge, no margin for hesitation. Realizing the overwhelming power barreling toward him, Harkon summoned every last ounce of strength and willed a massive barrier into existence—a howling shield of spectral wraiths—that cloaked his body just before the arc made contact.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!”

The impact was cataclysmic. An earth-shattering explosion roared across the battlefield, sending flares of red destruction in all directions like a dying sun vomiting its final burst of fury. Harkon gritted his teeth, pushing his energy to its absolute limit in a desperate effort to maintain the ghostly barrier. But the force behind Cain’s strike was beyond even his expectations.

Cracks appeared in the spectral wall.

Then, it shattered.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A guttural scream of agony erupted from Harkon as the arc of energy collided with his body, ripping through flesh and bone, sundering his form from the inside out. His very essence burned, consumed by the gluttony embedded in Cain’s attack.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!”

The Inferno Daemon’s colossal form exploded into a storm of twisted light and scattered flesh, the remnants of his body torn to pieces. But from the heart of that explosion, a figure shot out—Harkon, still alive, though barely. His body was mangled, his strength nearly spent, but his will to survive pushed him to flee the battlefield at blinding speed.

Cain, though drained from the battle, refused to let him escape.

The fight had cost him dearly—even though he had advanced to a higher state and tapped into greater reserves of strength—his energy reserves were dangerously low.

Yet he would not let such a nutritious soul escape. Cain’s instincts screamed, driven by the insatiable hunger of the Scarlet Throne. He surged forward, determined to harvest Harkon’s Rank 10 Astral Supremacy Star and send the Inferno Daemon’s essence into oblivion.

But fate had other plans.

“Defensive retreat!” a commanding voice boomed across the battlefield, halting Cain in his tracks.

The command had come from none other than a Godslayer Human, the warrior who had clashed with the son of Divine Calamity and now stood at the frontlines.

Thanks to the memories Cain had stolen from Alexander, the previous bearer of Gravity Star Power now inside the [Gluttony Module], he instantly recognized the speaker.

Julius, a core figure of Divine Sea Heaven and the general of their divine army.

Immediately, the Prima Deities of Divine Sea Heaven began a coordinated retreat. They used their divine strength not to press the attack, but to defend their allies—forming a wall of strategic resistance that shielded their wounded comrades as they began to fall back.

Their precision, their cohesion, their mastery of tactical defense—it was remarkable. Despite Cain’s unmatched ferocity and his general disregard for defense, even he found it difficult to break through their formation.

The Divine Masters battlefield shifted in response. Those under the Divine Sea banner understood that without the protection of their Prima Deities, annihilation awaited them. Thus, the armies moved—one side in furious pursuit, the other retreating with discipline and unity.

Hours passed in relentless conflict. Night fell, only to give way to a new dawn.

And then, at last—they saw it.

Land.

A jagged shoreline emerged on the horizon: the coast of the Endlessdeath Continent, territory belonging to Divine Sea Heaven.

As the battle reached this sacred ground, the intensity escalated. The very terrain became a war zone, with explosions devastating ancient mountains and reducing colossal fortresses—structures that had stood unbroken for thousands of years—to ashes and rubble.

Just as the Divine Calamity forces prepared to press deeper into enemy territory, a thunderous voice pierced the chaos.

“Halt!”

The command echoed across land and sky, shaking the hearts of even the mightiest warriors. The speaker: the son of Divine Calamity himself.

The Atrox-Inferno Hybrid, once a force of wild rage and destruction, now radiated a presence of focused wisdom. His glowing eyes no longer burned only with fury, but with calculation—born not from innate genius, but from the hard-earned experience of battle.

Cain, despite the storm of rage and hunger boiling within him, stopped the moment the command was given. Turning toward the son of Divine Calamity, he gave a small nod.

“I suppose a dragon does not raise a lizard.”

He could not help but respect the man’s decision. While it was a great success to have pushed the enemy to the shores of their homeland, pursuing them deeper into the Endlessdeath Continent would be risky. There were likely traps, ancient seals, or even hidden weapons capable of killing Late-Stage Prima Deities.

Julius turned his head, his gaze filled with frustration and silent defiance. Yet he did not press forward. With a cold, unreadable expression, he signaled the complete withdrawal of the Divine Sea forces.

Only once Julius and his army had fully disappeared into the distance did the warriors of Divine Calamity begin to relax. Those who had activated Liberation Total returned to their natural forms, their psychic energy settling. The battle was over—for now.

Cain staggered slightly, exhaustion descending upon him like a hammer. His skin had grown pale, and his halberd, once glowing, now hummed with a tired but resolute silence. Still, he refused to collapse. There was work yet to do.

“Everyone, listen up!”

The voice of the Divine Calamity’s son rang out once more, commanding instant attention from every warrior present.

“You’ve all fought valiantly. But this is only the beginning. We have not come here simply to win battles—we are here to conquer. The Endlessdeath Continent is now within our reach. Let us establish our headquarters here!”