The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1673

Chapter 1673: What Games Are You Playing?

The consumption of the bones under the once great desert had been finalized, and now Divus must become like Bahamut and enter a period of rest, recovery, and digestion to completely adapt and inherit this power, but that would require time, and they could get a lot of that time inside the Origin Land. Nothing inside of Reality was worth their attention anymore, and Reality began to ripple in anticipation of the pain that would arise as the serpents tore into it when a strange voice emerged beside the serpents,

"I can show you where they are... the rest of your fallen kin, if you serve me."

An old man appeared above the serpents. His eyes were burning with chaotic red flames, and a wide grin decorated his face as a black tongue flickered out from his mouth constantly, like a serpent.

There was no Aura of power around him, but his presence was palpable. It was as if by his mere arrival, he became the only thing that was real, and everything and everyone else was a figment of the imagination.

For two years, the serpents had feasted, drinking deep from a Primordial Source that enriched their nature and completed certain deficiencies they had accumulated from their rapid ascension.

They were extensions of Rowan, and so they carried his weaknesses and his strengths. Their growth was unreasonably quick, and they could make massive leaps across life levels as if it were nothing, but their foundations were hollow.

In the lower levels, they could win by sheer brute force, but if they wanted to be complete, they had to build up their foundations.

The first hint Rowan had of this deficiency was when he duplicated the Supreme Circle. He discovered that certain materials and laws could only exist in a singular form, and the only method he had to deal with this deficiency was to thoroughly understand and then create them.

This meant that Rowan did not copy the Supreme Circle; he created something new. However, when it came to Primordial Beasts and their remnants, Rowan was unable to understand them.

His skill sets, abilities, titles, and all the tools of the trade that he had were able to push him towards the limit of creation. Still, there was a wide gap that existed between all things and the ninth-dimensional level, and he would never cross this gap until he was a ninth-dimensional being.

This meant that he could not yet create the deficiencies in his foundation; he had to seize them.

Until he was able to fully understand the mysteries of the ninth dimension in its entirety, making use of these powers would have to serve.

The Ouroboros Serpents understood all of this, but unlike Rowan who was focused on the future, their minds were all about the present, and devouring Divus went a long way into the completeness of their foundations, and for a while they had been content, savoring the endless pleasure of feeling the missing pieces of them being completed for the last two years and anticipating many million years of growth under the time accelerating space of the Origin Land.

For a while, their fury would have been sated, and then Primordial Chaos arrived, and all the pain and the endless anger ignited inside their blood with so much fury that the six Ouroboros Serpents burst into flames.

Their fury did not just originate from everything that has happened recently, but also from the Memories buried inside the hearts of the Primordial Beasts they had consumed.

These flames were intensely bright red, making them appear like a glowing length of heated metal. Yet their eyes remained twin black holes filled with intense loathing and locked into Primordial Chaos.

This was vengeance, distilled across endless eons, fermented in the void between realities, deeper than Rowan could imagine, and now unleashed in a cataclysm of Primordial Wrath.

All of the six serpents curled into themselves, their massive bodies twisting together in a perfect self-devouring symmetry. This flesh ball was half as large as the Great Desert. From the mouths of all six serpents, sands of annihilation resembling black drool began to fall, and they spoke in synchronicity.

"Chaosssss... Betrayerssss... You were never supposed to exist in this reality or in any other. You stole from ussss, and before you die, we will drink you. Slowly. We shall savor your screamsssss."

Primordial Chaos closed his eyes and inhaled, a smile on his face. It was as if he was imagining the scenes painted by the terrible beings before him, and then, with a sigh, he opened his black eyes and shrugged, as he spoke lazily.

"So I will be taking that as a rejection. Shame, you six would have made a perfect throne for me. Still, your bodies are powerful enough that I should be able to take them out of Reality. Now that is a truly rare prize, believe me, I have gained less across a dozen realities."

Cracking his neck, he began walking towards the serpents, "Well, if I cannot have your worship, then you all should die!"

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