The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2452 Ancestor Art

Cain was still unable to draw out the full might of the Power of Chaos and draw the power of the cosmic laws that governed Paradise. However, its ability to influence the minds of others remained as potent as ever. Against a Peak ArchDeity, especially one whose guard was lowered, taking control was effortless.

Of course, Cain could have directly read Samira's soul. That thod would have been faster and far more thorough. But even with

extre care, soul probing left subtle scars-traces that soone like the Dark Blood King could easily detect.

The influence of Chaos, on the other hand, left nothing behind.

Cain focused on Samira. As the faint scarlet glow appeared in her eyes, he nodded slightly.

"What are your orders?" he asked calmly. "What did the Dark Blood King command you to do?"

Samira remained silent for a mont. These were secrets she had been trained to guard, and instinctively her will resisted.

But only for a second.

"My orders are to obey you in everything," she said in a flat tone. "And to report all your actions to the Dark Blood King. I was also instructed to investigate the wealth you brought with you and search for

anything unusual or suspicious."

Cain nodded. The first part was exactly what he had expected.

The second, however, caught his attention.

The Dark Blood Kingdom was unimaginably wealthy. There was nothing in his possession that should interest a power of that level.

"What kind of items are you supposed to find?" Cain asked.

Samira frowned slightly.

"I don't know. I was only told to look for anything strange, rare, or out of place."

The confusion in Cain's eyes deepened.

"So it's not about wealth. They're searching for sothing specific... but they don't know what it is." Cain analyzed the situation with a cold mind before asking a new question.

"Do you have any information about the war with the Seventh and Eighth Realms? The reason behind it?"

Samira imdiately shook her head.

"I know nothing about that. I am not part of His Majesty's inner circle. My mission is limited to monitoring you and searching your belongings."

Cain had expected as much.

He asked several more questions, probing for any information about the Dark Blood Kingdom's internal structure, the movents of its forces, or anything unusual in recent months.

But Samira could offer very little.

A Peak ArchDeity was a powerful figure in places such as the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe or the Crimson World. In Paradise, however, that level was nothing special.

Once he had extracted everything of value, Cain issued his final commands.

"You will forget this conversation," he said. "You will behave exactly as you normally would."

Then, before releasing her, he implanted a deeper, subconscious directive-one that would not interfere with her thoughts or behavior.

Any information she received from the higher authorities of the Dark Blood Kingdom would instinctively be shared with him.

Only then did Cain dismiss her.

When the door closed, and he was alone, Cain slowly scanned the vast chamber around him.

He had no desire to explore the capital.

The Dark Blood Kingdom might be magnificent, but it was also filled with predators. Until he understood the true purpose behind the war -and the reason the Dark Blood King was gathering so many powerful figures-it was better to remain cautious.

"This will give ti to finish my Ancestor Art."

A sharp, excited light flashed through Cain's eyes.

During the journey, he had already developed the foundation of a new technique. Now, within the heavily fortified and energy-rich environnt of his Dukedom, he could refine the final details.

The castle was isolated, protected by powerful formations, and saturated with dense energy.

It was the perfect cultivation ground.

Closing his eyes, Cain imrsed himself in the technique.

The Eternum Fla ignited across his body, while the Stasis Force

Field expanded outward.

Normally, Cain would infuse the field with his white flas, increasing its range and turning it into a wide-area suppression technique. Against weaker opponents, this thod was devastating.

But against enemies like the Dark Blood King-or even the weaker Heartcram King-it was far less effective.

So this ti, he did the opposite.

Instead of expanding the field, he compressed it.

Slowly, the Stasis Force Field began to shrink. The power within it pressed inward, forcing the white flas surrounding his body to

condense.

Days passed.

The field grew smaller and smaller.

The flas beca denser and denser.

Eventually, the white fire began to change, losing its fluid form and

transforming into a radiant white plasma.

As the transformation deepened, the room itself began to distort. Colors twisted. Space trembled slightly.

The density of Quietus Force had reached such an extre level that

even light, space, and ti were subtly warping around the Scarlet

King.

Finally, Cain opened his eyes.

A wide smile spread across his face.

The force field had contracted to less than two centiters from his skin. Within that thin layer, the Eternum Fla existed in a pure plasma state, compressed to an extraordinary density.

Cain clenched his fists, and the smile widened.

The concentrated Eternum Fla amplified the Quietus Force exponentially. Every strike he delivered would now carry an overwhelming destructive effect.

At the sa ti, the plasma layer acted as a defensive barrier. Anything approaching his body would be slowed.

The effective radius was small-but with Cain's speed, that limitation

was negligible.

And there was more.

The Quietus Force still affected the surrounding area. Though the

range had shrunk to about five ters, anyone entering close combat distance would experience severe sensory distortion. Space perception, timing, and reaction speed would all be disrupted.

Perfect for lee combat.

Of course, there was a cost.

The technique placed trendous strain on his mind and consud

energy at a frightening rate.

"I can maintain the White Mantle for at most five minutes before

exhaustion," Cain murmured. "It won't last through a prolonged campaign... but for a decisive fight, it will be perfect."

He was extrely satisfied.

Just as Cain finished stabilizing the technique, he sensed a familiar

presence approaching.

A mont later, Samira appeared at the entrance and bowed.

"It is ti," she said respectfully.

"The War Council is about to begin."