The Primordial Record novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204 Creator

"why don't you just kill us all?"

"its not my place. Now, lift!"

A woman with short hair, wearing ragged clothes stood inside a tunnel, above her were faint rumblings like the echoes of an unending thunderstorm.

Her hands were raised aloft, and it held a massive metallic object more than fifty feet long, in front of her and behind her were dozens of burly men with some women thrown in the mix, all of them held the object above them as they struggled to walk through the tunnel.

The woman's feet dug into the earth that had become harder than steel over the course of centuries by the people who walked upon it. For everyone who walked these tunnels carried heavy burdens.

The materials of the tunnels were cursed, for they sapped the strength from muscle and every bit of Aether in the blood, all to keep the prisoners docile and easy to slaughter.

"You are the one going to kill yourself if you don't ease up." The speaker turned out to be a tiny Sprite, that resembles a tiny female with dragonfly wings wearing a green armor.

The woman panted as sweat ran down her brows, the ache in her muscles had been growing, and her hands began to bleed as the wrapping she tied around it had worn off, for what they carried was both heavy and rough, and she carried the heaviest and roughest part of the load.

In two minutes, they reached the end of the tunnel, and she gave a small grunt and set her feet, she braced herself for the incoming weight.

"This is as far as you will go, leave the rest to me." She waited for a while and opened her eyes in anger, "Do you want me to repeat myself?" she asked softly with steel in her tone. The men and women holding the object with her shuddered and reluctantly backed away.

The full weight of the object came on her shoulders and she barely stopped the grunt from escaping her throat, and against common sense she began to run with the load.

The tunnel began to slope upward at an increasing alarming pace, and if she had not begun running, she would have failed to make it to the top, after all, the least number of people to make this run were fifty Legendary Dominator, and although she was at the Rift State, the burden did not make it any lesser to bear.

It was a good thing her bloodline had a breakthrough, and the Pathway of the Giant gave her great strength, else they all would be dead. Her Lord would despair when he came back for his people.

Reaching the top, she set the burden on a large flat belt, that was linked to a pulley and winches, and she began hurrying around to tie it down, she barely succeeded before the load she was carrying which was revealed to be a long metallic barrel etched with Runes was launched into the skies.

She had seen many people lose their limbs when they were not quick enough with fastening the winches around the large missile, some of them were sent hurtling into the sky, their despairing screams hanging in the air for longer than it should be possible.

Of course, there was no need to fasten the winches to the launching mechanism, for it was magnetic and held down the massive missile well enough, but it was regulation, and anyone who failed to do so would have to carry another missile to the launcher without the allotted one hour of rest.

It was one more depraved game played on this field of madness by people who she knew had simply gone mad after spending any amount of time here.

The only reason she was not insane was the knowledge that she needed to perform her duty to her lord. Any other burdens would have to be shifted to the sides.

The Unending War, as they called it. They told her, It would be her tomb, no matter how long she was to last, either a year or a hundred years from now. This war would never end, and her bones would a single grain of sand on an unending beach. _{freёweɓnovel.com}