The Primordial Record novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Perilous Journey

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He had not confirmed how much of his Attributes had been freed up, but his body felt good, as if a massive tension on his Constitution had been substantially reduced, and he felt like using his muscles.

The Ouroboros Serpents inside the void in his heart were becoming increasingly agitated, they gave out soundless roars, especially the fifth serpent who was the most restless of the bunch.

Rowan also noticed that his sixth heart was growing larger with the fresh injection of Soul points into his bloodline, and Rowan speculated that at the moment he freed himself from this curse, that he would have six Ouroboros Serpent roaring at the skies.

What a sight that would be.

He cracked his neck and began swinging the chains, each movement made a loud metallic crack that seemed to stun hundreds of Rodents at a time, making them sluggish and disoriented, some of them were even attacking their neighbors, for Rowan, he considered them all ripe for the slaughter.

Rowan did not even think these chains he now held were meant as weapons in the first place, as he noticed faint abrasions on it that would be consistent with the chains being used as a tool and not a weapon.

Yet, Rowan did not care, they were crafted from an especially tough metallic alloy that felt heavy. In his hands, this was a formidable weapon for slaughter, and he was thoroughly enjoying every experience he had with swinging it.

With his strength, it was necessary for the weapons he used to be heavy because he would be operating them with most of his strength, and anything not tough or heavy enough would crumble to nothingness in no time.

He missed Envy.

Rowan began running deeper into the horde, increasing the number of Rodents he could kill with each swing, in a short while, he became so adept at using the chain it seemed to transform into a whip made of blood.

He could feel minor obstructions each time he swung the chain, but it felt like popping multiple balloons, it hardly slowed his movements.

He was moving at a light jog, but it was as fast as a full sprint from a horse, just so that he could kill the maximum number of beasts with each hit. For Rowan had always had a cold and calculating side to every of his actions that he himself could not even detect because it came from deep within his Empyrean bloodline, and with each new hearts that he grew and subsequently turned into a void, that coldness inside of him increased.

Perhaps there was a reason Rowan disliked using his Energy Vision and instead relied on his Spatial Sight to view the world. It was because with his Energy Vision, everything transformed into two categories, useful or useless.

It was only useful if the item or individual had enough energy, else it was useless. Furthermore, it was the reason the world became drab and colorless when he used the Energy vision.

Because with this vision, he would pay attention to only a single thing. Power!

His bloodline craved such energies, such power, and his Ouroboros Serpents were representative of those cravings. They would take away every shred of power for themselves.

He was in the Legendary State and the Ouroboros Serpents were already so powerful, in a short amount of time, who would be able to challenge him anymore?

He began to feel a slight ache in his muscle, for what the curse really affected was his recovery capability, but it was okay. Rowan did not particularly dislike this minor inconvenience.

It reminded him of his previous life where he had to work long hours, but with continuous hard work and a great body condition, which made hard work pleasant for him because instead of feeling crippling pain and muscle strain, he would feel a dull ache in his muscle similar to the experience after a long workout.

Rowan had always had a masochistic craving for that ache, it felt to him as a reaffirmation of his hard work and persistence.