Chapter 4 ACT 4: GOD'S AGAINST CHAOS.

The Siege of Chaos

The Desperate Evacuation

The battlefield was a nightmare of fire, blood, and screams. The sky burned with the light of dying stars, casting an eerie glow over the carnage. Nealon, her armor dented and splattered with the black blood of Chaos creatures, stood at the center of the chaos, shouting orders over the deafening roar of battle.

"Quick! Everyone, get into the Warhead! You'll be safe there!" Her voice was strong, cutting through the noise like a blade.

Carel, his breathing ragged, wiped sweat from his brow. His hands shook as he gripped his weapon, his eyes darting between the fleeing civilians and the endless tide of shadowy monsters closing in.

"I don't think everyone will make it in time," he muttered, his voice heavy with dread.

Nealon didn't answer. She knew he was right.

The Frontlines of Madness

The battlefield was a slaughterhouse. The air reeked of blood and burning magic. Zerich, a whirlwind of destruction, carved through the Chaos creatures with wild laughter.

"Ya! Ya! Ya!" he roared, swinging his massive blade in wide arcs. Limbs flew, black blood splattered the scorched earth, and his grin never faded.

Beside him, Yoton moved with deadly precision, his sword flashing as he cut down three creatures in a single strike. His face was grim, his voice cold.

"You're too amused, Zerich. These things may be weak to us, but they've slaughtered gods and entire armies across the Verse."

Zerich chuckled, cleaving another monster in half. "Hah! Our men are enjoying themselves too. Sure, the enemy outnumbers us-but that just makes it more entertaining!"

Nealon's voice crackled through their comms. "Carel, you're in charge here. Make sure everyone boards the Warhead. I'm joining the fight."

Carel saluted sharply. "Yes, my lord."

As Nealon sprinted toward the battlefield, the ground trembled beneath her boots. The war was far from over.

The Unending Tide

Zerich's grin faded as exhaustion crept into his muscles. "Damn it, I'm getting tired. It's like their numbers never end!"

Nealon arrived, her eyes widening at the horizon. "Look ahead! Another wave approaches!"

Yoton's jaw clenched. "Laxus! Give me an estimate!"

Laxus, their strategist, responded instantly. "My lords... the third wave... it's the entire Chaos horde of the Verse. Three hundred million strong."

Zerich's blood ran cold. "You're kidding! How the hell did they all gather here? They were supposed to be scattered!"

Yoton's grip tightened on his weapon. "This isn't random. Someone is controlling them."

Nealon nodded, her voice low. "Agreed. And whoever it is wants us dead."

The Hidden Conspiracy

Deep within the Cronoverse, in the War Faction's hidden meeting grounds, Amiss watched the battle through a swirling portal.

"Hmm. They've realized someone controls the creatures," she mused.

Nielan, his eyes burning with fury, snarled. "Continue the plan, Amiss. It doesn't matter what they know. One of them must die."

Amiss smirked. "Of course, my lord. I'll merge all the Chaos into a single vessel-one powerful enough to erase them."

Nielan turned away. "Do as you wish. I have a meeting with the Abyssal King."

As he vanished into the shadows, Amiss's smile twisted into something darker. "Leach. Come here."

A shadowy figure materialized. "Yes, my lady?"

"Begin the true plan. And ensure no one-not even the Chief-notices."

Leach bowed. "Understood."

Amiss exhaled, her voice a whisper. "Forgive me, Chief... but while you seek power, I seek dominion over life and death itself."

Leach hesitated. "Are you prepared to kill them all?"

Amiss's eyes gleamed. "Not yet. The Chief still has his uses. But when the time comes... no one will be spared."

The Battle's Turning Tide

Back on the battlefield, the Supreme Troops clashed against the endless horde. Cannons from the Warhead rained destruction, but the Chaos creatures kept coming.

The air grew heavy with despair. Blood flowed like rivers, severed limbs littered the ground, and the cries of the dying filled the void.

Zerich panted, his divine energy waning. "Now I see how they kill gods... they drain our power without us even realizing!"

Yoton roared in frustration. "This can't be! I'm a Ruler! Why am I struggling against these things?!"

Nealon's voice was urgent. "We must retreat! If we stay, we die!"

Zerich barked orders. "Laxus! Status report!"

"Fifty thousand dead. A hundred thousand injured. Another fifty thousand... they're losing their divinity."

Nealon's heart pounded. "Sound the retreat! Full withdrawal! Leave no one behind!"

As the troops fell back, Yoton turned to Nealon. "Order the Warhead to cover us!"

The Descent into Chaos

The battlefield was a maelstrom of fire and steel. Nealon's signal had been the spark-the Warhead's colossal air cannons roared to life, their concussive force ripping through the enemy ranks like a hurricane of destruction.

"Retreat! Every last one of you-GO, GO, GO! Move your damn legs or I'll leave you here to rot!" Zerich's voice was a whip-crack of command.

And then-success. The surviving soldiers scrambled back, their boots kicking up ash and blood as they fled.

But fate had other plans.

"Hey... are you all seeing this?" Yoton's voice cut through the chaos.

Zerich's eyes narrowed. "The fuck are they doing?"

Nealon's breath hitched. "It's like... they're becoming one."

Before them, the remnants of their enemies-twisted, monstrous creatures-began to merge. Limbs fused, shadows coiled, and a grotesque abomination took form.

Zerich's face paled. "This battle... this is what I didn't plan for."

Yoton laughed mockingly. "Ha! The battle freak himself is actually afraid!"

Zerich's jaw clenched. "We can't win, Yoton. We need to leave. Now."

But it was too late.

The Chaos God raised its clawed hand, and the world obeyed.

"Let everything I see before me stand still until first light."

Time itself fractured.

The spell washed over the battlefield, freezing the Warhead mid-retreat. Soldiers locked in mid-step, their faces frozen in terror.

Nealon's breath came in ragged gasps. "The troops... they're imbued with its spell."

Carel's voice was a strained whisper. "I can... barely move."

Zerich's rage burned through the paralysis. "There's no way in hell we're leaving here without killing that fucker."

Yoton's grin was feral. "I know. Let's go, Nealon. Zerich-you stay here. Protect the Warhead."

Zerich gave a sharp nod. "Sure."

Nealon's fingers curled into fists. "Alright. Let's go."

The two commanders leapt from the Warhead, their forms cutting through the frozen battlefield like blades through silk.

The Chaos God turned, its many eyes locking onto them with unholy glee.

"Ahhh... I see you can still move. Well, that's no surprise. You are rulers, after all-the only race known as the Ultimate Existence."

Yoton's teeth bared. "This bastard mocks us."

Nealon didn't waste words. His hands moved in a blur, arcane sigils igniting in the air.

"I call upon the sword and blood. I call upon the gates of the Underworld to consume all who stand in my way. Come forth-Voidornor!"

But the Chaos God was faster.

Before Nealon's spell could fully manifest, the abomination's voice slithered through the air.

"I am death itself, and the Underworld cannot consume me. Come forth-Flames of the Abyss!"

The collision was cataclysmic.

Nealon's void-born energy clashed with the Chaos God's hellfire, the shockwave ripping through the battlefield like a god's wrath.

"Yoton-NOW!" Nealon roared.

Yoton struck from above, his blade a silver flash against the darkness.

The Chaos God met him mid-air, and the two became a whirlwind of violence-blows exchanged with enough force to shatter mountains, spells detonating like supernovas.

And yet... the Chaos God only laughed.

Nealon's Gambit: The Crimson Chains Awaken

The battlefield trembled under the weight of their battle. Nealon watched, her eyes sharp, as Yoton and their foe clashed with impossible speed and strength.

He's evolving, she realized. The more they fight, the stronger he gets.

Yoton's voice cut through the chaos. "Let's finish him now-before he grows even stronger!"

Nealon nodded, but Yoton's next words gave her pause.

"Agreed. But I can't use my full strength here... not unless we want the entire Reveiverse reduced to ash."

Nealon closed her eyes. The words spilled forth, ancient and terrible:

"I am the flesh of my flesh. I am the being whose spiritual strength cannot be measured. I am Elixa."

A crimson light erupted from her body, spiraling into chains of pure energy-chains that had not been seen in eons.

The Chaos God's roar shook the heavens. "WHAT?! Amiss lied to me! She swore she could no longer wield it!"

Nealon's spell struck true. The Crimson Chains lashed around him before detonating in a cataclysm of raw power.

The explosion tore through dimensions, obliterating half the Reveiverse in an instant.

Aftermath: A Fractured Victory

When the dust settled, Zerich stood amidst the ruins, his breath ragged. Against all odds, he laughed.

"Those two... they really know how to make an exit," he muttered. "I thought we were all dead. But they... they somehow contained the spell's destruction."

Carel's voice was a whisper of hope. "Did they... win?"

But the answer came in a gasp of pain.

Yoton staggered, his chest heaving, his armor slick with blood. "What the hell...?"

Nealon rushed to his side. "Yoton! Are you okay?!"

Yoton coughed, his voice ragged. "He's... still alive. The bastard used the blast as cover-cut me from behind."

Nealon's heart clenched. The wound was deep. "Go back to the Warhead, Yoton. Let me finish this myself."

Yoton's glare was fierce. "Fool. Haven't you noticed? Our powers-they've been sealed since the moment we stepped onto this battlefield."

Nealon's eyes widened. "I... I only realized it when I cast the last enchantment."

Yoton's lips twisted into a grim smile. "Then it seems someone prepared very well for us."

Before they could react, Zerich's voice cut through the tension. "My lords-we need to leave. Now. Look!"

They turned.

The Chaos God, though wounded, was regenerating-his form twisting, his power swelling.

Not just recovering.

Multiplying. A hundredfold.

Flashback: Planet Saga's Desperation

Earlier, on the outskirts of Planet Saga...

Azarel's voice rang out over the panicked crowds. "Hurry! Everyone-get inside before it seals!"

An injured commander limped forward. "My lady... we can't all make it. The chaos creatures-they'll reach us before-"

Azarel didn't let him finish. "Go, Commander. The elites and I will hold them off. Move!"

A soldier's cry echoed from the watchtower. "Chaos creatures approaching! Their numbers-a hundred thousand strong!"

Azarel didn't flinch. "All Special Ranks-with me! We hold the line until every last citizen is safe!"

The response was immediate. "Yes, ma'am!"

And so they fought.

But then-impossibly-the creatures retreated.

Azarel's breath caught. "They're... pulling back?"

A soldier pointed frantically. "Look! They're heading toward our last location!"

Azarel's blood ran cold. "No... I have to go back-"

The Rank Commander grabbed her arm. "My lady, we can't let you-"

"Take her inside!" the Special Rank Commander barked. "Now! Seal the barrier!"

Azarel struggled. "No-there are still people out there!"

But the king's order was final. "Close it!"

The barrier sealed just as a blinding light erupted on the horizon-a light that was not salvation, but annihilation.

"That's no ordinary light," the Rank Commander whispered. "That's a high-tier enchantment."

The Special Rank Commander's voice turned frantic. "BRACE! SHUT THE BARRIER LAYERS OR WE'RE DEAD!"

Azarel's scream was lost in the thunder. "NO-!"

The first barrier layer shattered. Then the second cracked.

King Saga's roar was one of pure defiance. "HOLD THE LINE! EVERYONE-POUR YOUR POWER INTO THE BARRIER!"

And so they did.

And together, with their determination, they managed to survive the massive blast.

NEXT CHAPTER ✓

ACT 5: A RULER'S SACRIFICE