The Primordial Record novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249 The Greed of Erohim

Rowan was familiar with the sensation of Ascension, as he did not know of anyone who could claim to be able to ascend their State of Change or Techniques as quickly as he could. Nevertheless, he still treasured these moments.

He observed the Berserker Skill Tree inside his Mental Space, as it shook and began to unfold, as the branches on it flourished in an expansive pattern, outside his body, a phantom of a bleeding tree hundreds of feet tall appeared behind him.

At the root of the tree were slight bumps that a closer look would reveal to be skulls, hundreds of them crowded together, and the blood pouring down the trees flowed into their gaping eye sockets.

The burst of information that this Ascension brought him was considerable, and it encompassed many new and varied subjects that surprised Rowan in it scope, when it came together, Rowan gained a new understanding about what the Berserker Aspect was, and the knowledge floored him.

The Berserker Aspect was not just a battle technique, that was the least of its function, It was also a key that could lead to godhood and even beyond, but it was an entirely different power system from the bloodline system practiced by the gods.

This path to power must be infinitely more difficult to upgrade than the bloodline path, but with high comprehension, it was possible that a genius that was not so talented in the bloodline system could grow powerful by cultivating an Aspect.

This technique should be among the reason why the Tiberius the God of War should be so powerful, if he had upgraded these techniques to the god level, it would be an impressive achievement.

There was so much information given to him by the upgrade of this Aspect, he would have to explore it for more uses later, but for now… it was a pleasant surprise, but it was not his goal at the moment.

Rowan created his new clone using Combo Attack. It slowly assembled itself before him, different from any summoned clones before, this one seemed as if it were being born, and not a clone made from energy.

Dull cracks sounded as bones, blood, and muscles grew out of thin air and his copy stood before him. Tall and strong, with blond hair reaching his waist. It was clad only in a golden belt, with white silken clothe hanging down the belt to his knees.

Rowan did not use his Aether to clothe it, or His Enrage technique to armor it, he wanted to see how well it would fare on its own, and he was pleasantly surprised by its appearance. Even without placing anybody his consciousness inside the clone, it was semi aware, and could process knowledge from the world around it, but it was strictly a creature bred for battle.

Every single inch of this body, was primed for slaughtering its foes.