The Primordial Record novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 The Town (2)

He pushed the jar to his lips, and his face squeezed a little in dissatisfaction. The wine was no longer cold, but boiling hot due to the intense flames he had been throwing all around him.

The heat must have diluted its alcohol contents for he did not feel the pleasant snap on his tongue, he threw the empty jug aside, of course, he still drank every drop, he would never look down on free stuff.

With all the weapons inside his Spatial bracelet, he had nearly picked another weapon, but an idea occurred to him, and he chose to use the bones to contend with the golden wolf.

It was because he wanted to reduce its wariness against his weapon of choice, as he knew the golden wolf might not necessarily swallow a metallic weapon, for he needed it to swallow, for his plans to work at its maximum effect.

This detail was important because he had placed the Flesh Light Crystal that was created by gathering the Spirit of the General when he was refining the Spatial bracelet.

He had investigated it, and saw that the crystal covering it could be easily shattered by pressure or heat, and it contained a frightening amount of the red flames that had been compressed.

He had placed the Crystal inside the bone and when they clashed he had pushed it into the mouth of the wolf, who had promptly swallowed it, Rowan had followed with a burst of Flesh Light down its throat to also prime the crystal, and the results were… devastating to say the least.

The red flames began to die down with supernatural quickness, as Flesh Light, as the name might suggest, fed on flesh and there was nothing left. Rowan saw three gleaming spots inside the ruins that were left behind and nearly grinned, it would seem that he also had extra bonuses on top of the souls that had begun streaming into him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he did not have to turn to see a sturdy man with patches of white on his beard and carrying what resembled a rifle walking to him and stopped about fifteen feet behind him, with clear hesitation in his face.

Rowan was surprised at the bravery of this man because judging by the fluctuations coming from his body, he should be a Rift State Dominator, and although Rowan was at the Legendary State and his current Attributes placed were around the levels of the Rift State, it was impossible for any Rift state Dominator to possess his level of power or wield the sort of ability that he had.

He looked at the wine jug that Rowan had just discarded, and his gaze traveled to the pure devastation in front of him and he gulped.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and he paused, clearly flustered and when he gathered himself and wanted to finally speak, Rowan interrupted him, "Step back, it's not yet over." Rowan turned to the man fully and said, "What is your name?" knowing it was one of the best methods to break the ice between strangers.

"Yurlov, my… my lord. I am the Head of the Guards–watch of the town." Rowan would not give his name, for he was just a passerby in this world.

"Good. Yurlov, tell your people to stay back, as far away from the town as possible, I will move the threat towards the mountain, but I might fail, and anyone inside this zone… " Rowan gestured to show a broad sweep of the town, "... Would die! This is important, for the threat is not over."

"Threats? My lord, can anything survive that?" The man pointed his shaking hand at what could only be called a devastated wasteland.

His Bone Fire had torn deep trenches into the earth that were dozens of feet deep, and its explosive properties had widened those wounds to gaping craters, the entire grounds were covered with pieces of flesh and fur, with Flesh Light turning half the ground in its explosive vicinity to glass.

Rowan's descent on this town was like a thousand bombs exploding at once, he had left nothing behind.