The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1654

Chapter 1654: Chose A Path

Rowan would have loved to take the advice of the voice of Eosah, but he did not. Killing that echo gave him the same advantages that the echo would have gained by assimilating him; Rowan got stronger.

This modification was a thorough upgrade to every facet of his dimensional flesh, and although it was minimal, Rowan knew that these changes were the sort that would be nearly impossible for him to gain outside this place.

No, this place was not only dangerous but also filled with endless opportunities for advancement. Why should he run from beings who were not overwhelmingly more powerful than he was?

"Eosah, if you are the voice in my head, then it seems you have not realized that you are not giving your inheritance to a mere immortal. I am a dimension!"

In this place, he could not summon any weapon, but he did not need all of those when his arms were as dangerous as any blade he could wield.

The first few echoes near him had their chest exploding out of their back as Rowan threw lightning-quick jabs at the dozens that surrounded him, their death cries were silenced as they were absorbed into his body.

He had never stopped moving all this while, and he only slowed down a bit, so it appears as if he was walking, but any echo that reached a certain space around him were brutally dispatched with alarming efficiency.

It was not as if these echoes were not dangerous; what they needed to kill him was simply a touch, maybe they would have to maintain contact for a second longer, but that was all they needed to kill him.

Dangerous? Undoubtedly so, but Rowan could see the dangers, and that made all the difference.

And so, despite receiving the inheritance of this level much quicker than previous levels due to his continuous movements that caused the void to respond in kind and pour more knowledge into him, his battle capabilities did not suffer.

Rowan could fight like this forever; to him, this sort of pressure was non-existent, and he was even beginning to move faster when the dynamics of the battle changed.

It happened quite quickly, but Rowan felt the echoes around him suddenly gaining weight, their bodies becoming more tangible as he suddenly heard the heartbeat from a million chests.

Previously, they had been walking slowly towards him, but now they charged in their hundreds. A few steps before they reached him, they summoned weapons made of bones from their bodies, spears, hammers, swords, and all sorts of melee weapons.

Rowan’s response was instantaneous. He raised his hand quickly, not in defense but in dismissal. The entire realm shuddered as shockwaves erupted from his fingertips.

Bodies were ruptured mid-stride, bones shattering, flesh tearing like wet parchment. A hundred thousand echoes became a mist of gore before they could even strike.

"You gave yourselves flesh and bones, even added weapons, but that only made you weaker!" Rowan grinned, his bloodlust triggered by the rain of blood pouring down around him and the feeling of power filling up his muscles as the potential of a hundred thousand echoes was added to his flesh.

The next wave followed undeterred by his slaughter and the grim proclamation he had made. Their eyes were now more animated, and in them Rowan could see parts of himself, as well as the lust they all had for victory and domination.

This wave manifested great swords that made the surrounding space ripple, and Rowan realized that the more time passed, the greater the danger these Folded Oracles could bring.

It would seem that to kill him, they would have to be touching him, but this did not stop them from slowly absorbing his traits and attributes, as Rowan could see that the next charge was more coordinated, and he noticed traces of his techniques in their movement.

Rowan’s eyes flashed red, and his black hair, which had been black since he began his journey into the depths of the void, turned red. He no longer walked towards them, instead he charged, tearing into their midst, his hand seized the head of an echo and used it as a battering ram to tear his way through their formation, and when what remained in his hand was nothing but pieces of flesh and bone, he discarded it to the side, and seized another echo by the throat, breaking its neck before hurling the echo into the crowd.

The thrown body tore through the formation like a cannonball through a field of wheat, leaving a trail of gore that extended till the end of the armies of echoes.

Rowan began to laugh.

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