The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1668

Chapter 1668: The Prince Of Ruin

Primordial Chaos ruled a Primordial Domain, and even if it was said that his Domain in the upper realms had been severely suppressed by the other Primordial Domains, a starving elephant was still bigger than a horse.

The Great Desert was too important, and Kacius could understand that a tactical advantage of this nature, which could be used to suppress the entirety of Reality, could not be so easily conquered.

Still, the cheers of celebration from all around him were a reminder to Kacius that perhaps this miracle might be possible. Gathered here was power that had not been seen since the Primordial Era, and coupled with all the advantages they had gained from the mysterious Origin Land, an unexpected victory might just be the case.

To tell the truth, Kacius did not care who won this fight because he suspected that the Great Desert would never be destroyed and that ownership would only be changed. Perhaps even their victory might make the situation worse. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

As far as he knew, Primordial Chaos did not demand any harsh restrictions from the Memories of the fallen inside his desert, but would that be the same when the rest of Reality took over this place?

Kacius suddenly screamed, clapping his hands over his ears as a third of his lifeforce and his soul vanished when a resonant thud like a heartbeat emerged from the center of the desert.

He was dimly aware that countless immortals beside him were dead, some were stronger than he, others were weaker, and it did not seem that his survival was a result of his strength; it was just luck.

"Desecrators... You all are not worthy to step on my domain."

This voice seemed to ground all of Reality to a halt, and the battle ceased instantly. The titanic vanguards with their upraised blades set to sweep forward halted in motion; even the spells cast by the Old Ones above were frozen, and the Great Desert seemed to have transformed from a battlefield to a three-dimensional image.

Kacius knew his perception should not be this great, but he knew what he was seeing was being witnessed not only by him but also by everyone here.

His mind was dragged to the center of the desert by this voice, and he saw Nemesis rising from the sand.

Heads began to explode all around him; even his unit commander, a seventh-dimensional Magus, could only scream his adoration and hatred in equal measures as he was torn apart from the inside by his own powers and consumed by insects.

Somehow, Kacius was still able to live and witness Nemesis rise out of the sand. It was as if a part of him held a resilience that he had never realized before, or perhaps it was because he had been with his sister for so long that his mind had been able to adapt to higher-dimensional forces much better than an average immortal.

A fissure split the desert, a jagged crack so vast that a thousand universes could have fallen into it. From the darkness within that crack came a seven-fingered hand with red claws that bled corrupted miasma into reality.

Upon seeing that hand, Kacius’ mind exploded with forbidden knowledge as the nature of the being exerted itself so firmly upon Reality that he was forced to acknowledge it.

He knew that this hand was not made from flesh but of forged judgment; each finger was a blade of condensed retribution, and each knuckle was a grinding gear of dimensional laws.

The part of Kacius’ mind that could understand this knowledge unexpectedly shut down; it had been totally destroyed by knowing something that even Old Ones would flee from.

Yet his eyes did not stop looking, a maniacal madness filling the remnants of his consciousness, as he needed to see!

If this was the last thing he did with his life, Kacius was willing to witness it all.

In his distraction, more of Nemesis’ form had been revealed, as a gigantic being slowly rose from the crack. Sand cascaded from its form like a waterfall of dead time, finally revealing the form of the being that had been buried underneath the desert.

A part of his mind might have been destroyed, but Kacius considered himself lucky. Seeing just a hand had been enough to irreparably change him; if he had seen all of Nemesis, then he would be dead.

So this lucky coincidence made it possible for him to truly look upon Nemesis, without the fear of dying.

First, he saw a helm crowned with serrated edges, with a visor so dark it swallowed all the light around it.

From that abyss came twin pinpricks of cold fire, the gaze of Nemesis, which fell on all life inside the desert and outside of it.

The remaining portion of Kacius’ mind was distinctly aware that it was a good thing he could not see the whole visage of Nemesis, and its helm had shielded the last portion of his sanity from decaying.

"Pity... This is not enough. For I am Fury!"

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