The Primordial Record novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297 Thou Shall Not See God

Rowan had seen gods in his dreams and visions, he even conversed with god-like beings a few moments back, but there was nothing like witnessing a god that sought to display its full might.

Boreas stood at fifty thousand feet tall and his head reached the clouds as he stood in the air, his body gleamed like blue marbles, on his head was a wreath made from every flower that had ever existed in countless worlds, his eyes were green and swirled around like it contained endless tornadoes, his feet wore sandals made from ice, and his waist was a belt made from lightning.

He was shirtless, and the skirt he wore was made from ice, and the lightning belt flowed down the middle and connected with his shoes.

The surroundings of the god were bleached a deep blue that was unnatural in its vividness. It resembled a Domain, and inside it various phenomena were displayed. There were endless worlds of lightning, frosts and winds that revolved around him, all feeding him power and endless vitality.

This was just a casual estimate from Rowan, but just this Anima was at least a thousand times stronger than Erohim, if not more because this was the limit to how much Rowan could estimate its power.

Rowan's nose began to bleed, and an ungodly headache impacted him, and he groaned as he staggered. He summoned a spear and leaned on it. He could hardly move, not even to breathe, as he felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, squeezing him tight all over his body.

His body began to slowly break apart, yet it was still compressed together like a jigsaw puzzle, but Rowan did not kneel, he did not fall, and although his body was strained beyond limits, he did not bow.

Feeling tears pouring down his eyes, he cleaned it only to see it was red.

He was weeping blood!

Damn, gods were stupidly overpowered.

Yet, he did not despair, and he began to laugh. The pressure exerted on him made the sounds he made resemble the bleating of a goat being crushed in a giant's hand, but he was laughing nonetheless.

Fury had been driven down to the ground, his face was pressed into the earth, and he could not move, he could only make a small moaning sound as he began bleeding from all over his face.

His eyes were fixed on Rowan with incredulity, amazed that he was still standing, and to even crown that achievement, he was laughing. How was this possible? Before the eyes of a god all were ants, and their very bodies would obey even if their wills were against it. Nothing and no-one could break that rule. Except now, he was looking at it.

Rowan could just imagine the wild thoughts going on inside his head, and he did not blame him, the worldview of the poor man had been broken today as he had seen the impossible happening before his eyes.