The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1713

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Chapter 1713: Stinks Of Fear

Space and Time shrieked in pain as they tore themselves apart in order to make way for the spear, essentially eliminating the distance between Rowan and Primordial Soul, making it so that the moment the spear left Rowan’s hand, it was already in front of Primordial Soul’s face, yet, her response was still impossibly fast, almost as if she could predict or see the future.

A thousand arms erupted from her body and clasped the spear, covering it in a mound of limbs. Primordial Soul detached those limbs a moment before another frightening implosion occurred, vaporizing the limbs and sending a bolt of scarlet lightning piercing towards the Primordial. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Realm’s Butcher Onslaught could not be avoided, even by a Primordial, and a move like this was supposed to be the final play of a desperate enemy that was willing to die and end all existence with them.

Only a being like Rowan could release multiple Realm’s Butcher Onslaughts as if it were nothing, and only a being like Primordial Soul could continue enduring such a killing technique without perishing.

The lance of scarlet lightning pierced towards Primordial Soul, and she shrieked in rage, pushing her body to the limits and receiving the blow. In an instant, Primordial Soul was vaporized, leaving a long gash that melted the space of the Origin Land, displaying a shocking view of Limbo.

Following his previous orders, the Origin Land began to struggle to close the gap in its body. As Rowan collapsed to his knees, he had lost twenty percent of his soul, and the wounds across his Origin Land were severe, since he was losing so much of it that could not be recovered.

When Rowan threw the first punch at Primordial Soul, he came to a frightening realization that she was impossible to kill, her laws were complete and perfect, reaching realms that he had not yet mastered, and she did not just contain the Origin of soul, but so many other Origins.

Her essence was endless, and it did not matter how much he damaged her; she would recover from everything, not unless he erased her from causality itself, making it so that she never existed.

No matter how much it was costing him, Realm’s Butcher Onslaught turned out to be the most effective weapon against a Primordial that he currently controlled, not unless he activated the Enochian Cradle, but Rowan was keeping this power under wraps because he knew that revealing it might possibly lead to driving Primordial Soul crazy and she would disregard everything, even allying with the other Primordials in order to stop him.

In the distance, a glint of purple and gold appeared from nothing, and the bloody flesh of Primordial Soul began to reconstitute itself from this light, bringing an air of desolation and horror that would drive Old Ones to insanity.

Rowan’s eyes brightened when he noticed that the Aura of Primordial Soul was weaker, and he could trace it to the loss of Origin. He could not tell how much Origin Power was inside Primordial Soul, but he knew that she was spending Origins to return to life every time he erased her from causality.

Rowan did not know how many Realities the main body of Primordial Soul had consumed or how many Origins were allocated to this body, but it could not be many. Origins were precious, and Rowan suspected that the nature of a Primordial meant they could not attain Origin with their personal efforts; they had to consume it.

He may be losing a lot using Realm’s Butcher Onslaught, but if he considers how much Primordial Soul was losing in this battle, then he may be slightly ahead.

In the blink of an eye, Primordial Soul had recreated her body, and now she no longer appeared in the form of an abominable many-limbed spider, instead she wore armor made from starlight and her hair burned with a purple flame, her demeanor had changed and she now resembles a warrior only the long draconic tail that burst out of her waist spoiled this picture.

She charged at Rowan once more in silence, and Rowan, too, did the same. At their level, words were meaningless because they knew that only one of them was leaving this place alive.

Primordial Soul was not aware that he had attained the Enochian Crucible, so she felt her secret of escaping Oblivion must never leave the Origin Land, and Rowan would have to die to protect this secret and bring her one step closer to claiming the ultimate prize.

Space and time parted before them, and they clashed. A moment before the clash, Rowan began to take advantage of his homefield.

Using Realm’s Butcher Onslaught so frequently was not just because it was the only weapon that could effectively kill a Primordial; with Rowan’s comprehension, he was rapidly mastering this technique.

Due to how dangerous it was, he could hardly practice with it and so everytime he used it, his consciousness was rapidly deciphering all the intricacies of this technique, and from a novice, he had mastered it to a sublime level in such a short time, and that meant he no longer needed to wield it so crudely, but adapt this teschniqie to his battle style.

Rowan opened his mouth, and the heavens and the earth fell inside. Countless light-years filled with the divine mountains that held his Ether were swallowed by him, and all of them were rolled into a ball and shoved inside his Tri-core sigil, even as Rowan burned another five percent of his soul and poured the power of Realm’s Butcher into the orb in his chest.