The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2041 Vengeance

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MMMMMMMM!"

The explosion tore the sky apart.

The first collision occurred between Cain and Azazel, the Scarlet King and the True Depravita of Sloth, as the fabric of space scread in protest as they t in the void. Eternity Breaker and Primordial Asura Form were released at the highest level. Sparks of reality itself

fractured around their clash, each strike ringing with the power to shatter worlds.

Pure, unfiltered killing intent radiated from their eyes. They did not duel like mortals, nor even like gods-they tore through existence faster than the flow of ti, every collision sending shockwaves that split the sky. Higher and higher they rose, until the battlefield was no longer the firmant of Everstrife, but the endless void above it.

The leaders of the Scarlet Kingdom and the Imperium of Ti had chosen the stars as their arena.

Below, another apocalyptic duel unfolded. One spearheading the Scarlet Kingdom's charge, the other standing as the bulwark of the Imperium's dread power.

Legion, eldritch god of a billion years, versus Anark, the ancient Primordial reborn from starfire and supernovae.

"BE BURIED IN MY DARKNESS!" Legion roared.

The energy cores floating around his body rged, fusing into a massive to above his head. Its cover pulsed with malignant light, inscriptions of madness crawling across its surface.

"Grimoire of Endless Night."

The book began to spin, every page opening into a yawning abyss. From its depths poured horrors-flesh-born nightmares the size of

moons, each dripping malice that corroded space itself. "ARGHHHHHH!"

Anark's response was not fear but exhilaration. His Stars of Origin flared in his brow, summoning torrents of World Strength into his body. Purple plasma ignited across his eight arms, each limb burning with primordial fury as he surged forward.

The first nightmare lood before him, a creature vast as a celestial body, jaws wide enough to swallow continents. Yet Anark did not slow. With a single upward kick, he struck reality itself.

A rift opened-no ordinary tear, but a wound that siphoned all things into it. The moon-sized horror scread once before vanishing, swallowed whole by the abyss Anark had conjured.

Legion's eyes widened in shock. The eldritch god recognized this was no psychic force, Law, or Star Power. The power Anark wielded was ancient, a force that resonated with the origins of the universe itself.

Anark only grinned. He charged on, all eight arms lashing outward. Each strike opened another rift, each rift swallowing another nightmare whole, leaving nothing but silence in his wake as he carved a path straight toward Legion.

"BURN!" Legion bellowed, refusing to be outdone.

The Grimoire snapped open in its entirety, and from its abyss poured oceans of black fla. They did not rely burn; they consud concepts, swallowing light, thought, and matter in a single tide.

Anark's gaze sharpened. He inhaled deeply, his chest swelling with cosmic might, then exhaled in a roar. Plasma engulfed all eight of his palms. He struck forward-eight void-forged blows in unison.

The endless sea of black fire froze, suspended in silence-then collapsed inward, swallowed whole into a singularity from which nothing could return. The tide of annihilation was erased.

Anark laughed, wild and radiant, before lunging like a teor toward

Legion.

The Grimoire flipped to its final page, its inscriptions igniting as a shield of eldritch force materialized before the eldritch god. It stretched across the sky, thick enough to resist even world-ending strikes.

"CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-"

Fissures spidered across its surface with every blow Anark struck, but it seed it would hold on. Showing his superb battle skills, Anark adapted imdiately. He clenched his fists, forging spheres carrying the power of singularity inside, and struck with all his power.

This ti, the Primordial did not generate rifts that syphoned matter into the void. Instead, he brought the void into reality, annihilating everything in its path.

Legion's could not believe the unique power that the Primordial were able to conjure, and before he could do anything to defend, Anark was already upon it.

Anark's eight fists descended like a storm. Each blow landed with the force to flatten worlds. Though Legion towered above him like a mountain of shadow, his massive body reeled. Internal organs ruptured. Black ichor sprayed. Pain twisted his monstrous form.

The eldritch god bellowed in rage and disbelief.

All around them, chaos reigned. The ArchDeities of the Imperium hurled themselves against the Scarlet Kingdom's champions. The battlefield was a shifting ocean of destruction, no fixed positions, no borders-only war incarnate.

All but one clash carried motion.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM-"

A sword stroke split the skies, flooding the void with azure and

crimson fire.

Juda, scarred and raging, crossed blades with the Sovereign Breaker,

the Runic War Avatar controlled by the Sky Sovereign.

Eyes glowing with fury, the Sky Sovereign roared his defiance, channeling every drop of vengeance through the avatar's titanic fra. Juda, still weakened from the fall of the Primary World, staggered under the relentless assault, but he was still a Pseudo-Depravita with imnse power.

Yet the Sovereign would not hesitate-he had chosen his foe. He

would see Juda fall or burn his soul to ash.

All the warriors inside the Runic War Avatar understood the rage of

the Sky Sovereign, and they supported him with everything they had. Their vengeance pooled into fla, each of them ready to burn everything so their Sovereign could strike down the man who had

wronged him.

"BOOOOMMMM-"

The collision of their blades sent shockwaves across the void, hurling both titans apart. They glared at each other, hatred raw and

unmasked.

"Hmph!" Juda spat, crimson flas swirling across his blade. "No

matter what tricks you conjure, you will always be beneath ! The

past will repeat, and this ti you will die!"

The Depravita's tainted essence surged through him, his power erupting in a torrent of sickly fire.

The Sky Sovereign's gaze narrowed. Azure flas coiled along the

edge of his sword, swelling into a blazing torrent. Red light glead from his eyes within the avatar's helm as he flashed forward.

Their blades t again.

"ZNNNN-"

A tearing sound split the air as Juda cried out, azure fire erupting

across his chest. A wound cut deep into his flesh, blue flas gnawing at it, halting his regenerative abilities.

Only now did the Sky Sovereign speak, his voice cold and certain.

"You have not changed. You are full of flaws in both mind and body. Which is why I assure you, you will not see tomorrow."

With that, he roared and charged, flas howling as the Sovereign Breaker surged forward, blade descending in a storm of vengeance.