1465 Unstoppable

[Paragon Body : 8,500/10,000 (+1000)

Death Giant: 8,500/10,000 (+1000)

Ignis: 8,000/10,000(+4500)

<There are those who are better than Asherah in the secrets of life, death and soul individually. But put together, she's the one with the most proficiency.

It's an incredible opportunity to glean into her works. Though you didn't comprehend a lot due to your inexperience, it's a fruitful encounter nonetheless. It's people don't even dare to dream of.

This isn't just going to help in this rank, but also when you ascend to the divine ranks. Remember the sensation of her divine power.

Your path to the divine ranks has gotten a lot smoother.>

Order: 8,500/10,000. (+3000)

Chaos: 8,500/10,000. (+3000)

<Personally, the System has a lot of criticisms for how the laws of order and chaos were deployed.

But putting aside the stringent standards and using a general view, this treasure is indeed impressive.

It's the work of a skilled master.>

Space: 4,000/10,000.

Time:4,000/10,000. ]

There's still some distance from reaching the peak of rank 7. But with multiple powers entering the threshold of high rank 7, the overall strength had taken a leap forward.

"Yo—"

Xeola's actions were faster than her words. Five earrings materialized on her and shook gently.

Varian's bodily senses were swallowed and the world around him turned dark, silent and eerie. He knew that wind was blowing but his skin couldn't feel its coldness or its gentle touch.

Sensory deprivation served Xeola well against her opponents.

But—

'Same tricks, tsk.'

The perception of order-chaos spanned around Varian, mapping the world in its unique way.

Instead of viewing the world as usual, he saw it in the form of systems.

The biological system that worked ceaselessly to keep a palarian called Xeola alive. There was a certain order her body adhered to remain alive and energetic. Her thoughts were chaotic but her soul was a bundle of order.

If order was viewed white and chaos as black, then Xeola was a delicate mix of the two.

'Order is born from Chaos. But for Order to grow, Chaos should exist within that Order.'

It was an astute observation.

Any system, person or kingdom, would need Order to function. But if there is only Order, then the monotiny will kill any chance of innovation.

'Hm?'

The chaos in Xeola's aura surged and her body kicked forward like a missile.

Varian raised his arms in a gentle motion, as if he was dancing but the tip of his fingers poured out the black and white power of order ad chaos.

Xeola's foot slipped—an even close to impossible and the fist that reached his throat passed an inch away from his skin.

Varian grabbed her throat in turn and the power of chaos engulfed her body.

"Arghh! Graaaa!"

The princess howled like a beast in the butcherhouse.

She had good reasons to. The blood that should've been flowing in one direction reversed, the brain which should enchance her thoughts started to flood her with terrible thoughts and her body, which should've shielded from pain turned sensitive, making her experience way more pain than normal.

Her body, as intended, was in chaos.

"Gruhh!"

Even in that situation, the Princess lifted her knee and aimed for Varian's crotch. When the man defended himself by striking her knee with his own, Xeola pulled back her fist to hit the back of his neck.

"Hehehe," Letting out a malicious laughter, Varian let the fist reach him.

But when it struck, his body turned into gaseous form.

"Fuck!"

Xeola's fist struck her own face, knocking out a couple of teeth and injuring her badly.

The power of order and chaos surged in the surroundings and Varian's body solidified once again.

If the princess anticipated his move, she could've countered it by pumping out aura to prevent his transition.

"Die!"

Xeola bit her bleeding lip and raised her leg, intending to smash his head into pieces.

"Don't try." Varian whispered and his body began to dissolve once again. This time, her aura surged and prevented him from dodging the attack.

A big smile surfaced on Xeola's face as her foot reached his head.

Varian smiled back.

With a swift movement, he grabbed her foot with an iron grip.

"Wh-What? How?"

He was weaker than her until now. The only way he fought her was with the powers of Order and Chaos.

So, when his physical strength nearly matched her own, Xeola panicked.

"Just cause."

Varian's fingers dug into her skin and the power of Death Giant soared and an eerie red power engulfed the princess' leg.

"Arhh!" With a shrill scream, Xeola tried to pull herself away from his grip but failed.

Her leg, from her foot all the way to the root of her thight, turned into a dead gray and flew away with the wind.

"Arg—!"

Before she could even let out a full groan, Varian's fist struck her stomach and the power of death ravaged her stomach, effectively paralyzing her torso.

With a loud noise, the princess crashed to the ground on her back and looked at him with shaking eyes.

Varian raised a fist and struck down. Blood splashed nearby and a red light engulfed the woman's body.

A few seconds later, the ashes of her remains scattered away with the wind.

Varian cracked his neck and raised his two hands. Two spears, each built by solidifying space, materialized in his palms.

The power of time slithered in the body of the weapon, and the power of death and soul settled in the tip of the spear. The powers of order and chaos enchanced the spear.

Exhaling a long breath, Varian shot the two spears one after another. They took off like rockets, leaving traces of black and white in the sky.

The power of time worked as intended and when the rockets reached Robert and Samantha, they skipped a tiny fraction of time, closing the gap with their targets.

The prince and princess stopped their fighting and used their aura to stop the weapons.

But the spears, built from solidifying space itself, remained sturdy. Moreover, the power of orders and chaos acted as defense systems, keeping the weapon intact.

Boom! Boom!

Under the incredulous gaze of the two, the spears pierced their chests. The powers of soul paralyzed them before they could expel the spear and using that opportunity, the power of death eroded their body.

A few seconds later, dust scattered and only two spears remained.

"Phew."

Varian looked up at the sky.

The battle had come to a close.