The Primordial Record novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Eyes of A Predator

At the Heaven State, the Berserker Clone could use all its techniques with no limitation and even use them in various imaginative means impossible for a normal body to perform.

Rowan had become familiar with using the Berserker Clone to battle, and because it did not feel pain and could perform other actions autonomously even while being controlled directly by Rowan, it made it a very potent tool for battle.

The Berserker Clone did not disappoint as with each sweep of its blade, it slices it way through hordes of elemental soldiers, dodging blows with only the least movement and tanking the small hits that could not break through its armor. For those wide scale attacks, it would simply phase away by using Dash and teleport around them.

Rowan merged everything he had learned, all the battles he had fought, all the techniques he had witnessed and he was still losing. Whatever move he made was studied and countered, Erohim moved the entire army like a single entity, and the only thing keeping Rowan in the fight was the might of his Berserker Clone.

Rowan Heaven state techniques felt childish before the movements of the god's army, and he soon began accumulating wounds on his Clone, which was bleeding red mist.

The female face of Erohim sneered and for the first time it spoke, "You should have taken the deal, and accepted our mercy, now you shall face the true wrath of a god!"

An unexpected strike pierced through the Berserker Clone chest, and it destabilized its momentum, another strike went towards its head, and he batted it away, but the action sliced off the limb. It was slowly regenerating but not as fast as Rowan would have liked, as the blow from those soldiers of Erohim had the same destruction properties ravaging his main body.

Back towards Rowan's main body, which was now the size of an apple, and was glowing white-hot as it slowly shrank towards oblivion.

He could let that happen, for these flames of destruction would ravage his Mental Space, and Rowan had a premonition that if it did, it would destroy his Palace of Ice, and any further resurrection he did would be subjected to the same flame. No matter how many times he returned from death, the flames would remain in his Mental Space and continually kill him until he ran out of lifespan.

Rowan knew he was at the risk of true death once more. This time it would be final, for the abilities of a god could counter his own.

Rowan's mind went cold.

His Berserker Clone had the same eyes as him, eyes like dragons, with a gaze so cold everything before it was meaningless. The Aether flowing through Rowan could freeze souls, in addition to that, with the loss of Rowan Ice–Fire Soul leading to the loss of Spatial Sight, his empathy, and fear had been slowly stripped away until he was turning into a pure force of nature.

Even at the edge of death, he had no fear. His body had shrunk to the size of a quail egg, and yet his actions were unhurried, as the Berserker Clone dodged and fought back against the army of Creatures assaulting him, but it was soon surrounded as the rate he killed could not equal to the amount of elemental soldiers being created.

"No matter how special or how powerful you are, at the end, you are nothing but a mortal, pledge your service to me, and submit your essence to my hold, or die."