The Primordial Record novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Taming The Dragon

A Berserker Clone appeared before the weakened dragon, who was on the verge of merging into the shadows, Vraegar must have decided to flee and seek to heal in someplace else. The wounds of the dragon had stopped erupting not because the technique had run its course, but Vraegar's vitality had been stretched until it was broken.

Rowan stretched forth his hand and an invisible, gigantic telekinetic hand grabbed Vraegar. He also incorporated his Smash Technique into the hand, and with it inclusion he created a gigantic hand that appeared to be made of flowing blood.

His Knowledge Well was working overtime, and with every passing second, all his techniques were witnessing visible improvements as it continually deduce all of Rowan techniques he only had to apply it in order to verify the deductions of his Knowledge Well.

Of course, this all depended on a stable and powerful energy source, which was his Aether and unfortunately, he could only allocate ten percent of his total Aether to Knowledge Well at this time, and it was a shame that Knowledge Well could only accept his Aether and not his Vitality, the same way that Astrolabe was able to.

With the increase in his Avatar of Eve bloodline level to Incarnation, it had strengthened his Telekinesis Field once more. Even though he was exerting the force through a Berserker Clone, thereby weakening it by a large amount, it was still enough to seize it by the neck and drag it away from the shadow, slamming the dragon back to the ground with a loud rumble which was topped by the pained scream from Vraegar. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

His Palace of Ice was still growing even with the diamond-like covering over it and Eve was curled up in the ground beside his throne moaning in pain, he did not include her in his plans but expected that when she finished evolving with his bloodline to the Peak of Incarnation, she would definitely be a great help to him because she was his backup!

At this time, he was nearly 223,000 Soul Points into the bloodline and he was halfway to its completion. Rowan's body had stopped shrinking, perhaps due to the pressure on his Palace of Ice by the god's Soul he was not upgrading his bloodline at a fast enough speed, and the devouring of his Ouroboros Serpents and his bloodline upgrades seemed to reach an equilibrium and therefore he still maintained the same size.

Vraegar growled as black blood poured from his mouth, he turned to look at Rowan. hate and despair in equal measures colored the dragon's gaze, "Well played father, you have used the hands of another to solve the problems you are too weak to resolve. Don't expect me to beg for your…. Wait! What are you doing?"

If this were another time, Rowan would have sought to discuss with this Dragon, and glean whether it could be of use to him or not, maybe he would have tried to convince the Dragon to come with him because Rowan felt that Vraegar was the pinnacle among all the creatures borne from his flesh, and he would be willing to see how far this dragon could go.

He was not a murderous psychopath who craved power for power's sake, he was just an unwilling player in a game in which he could hardly comprehend the stakes.