The Primordial Record novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302 Flesh suit

Rowan's surrounding shimmered and suddenly Boreas was beside him, his current size was so massive Rowan was like a single speck of dust beside him, and his body was seized by an invisible force and he came to a stop beside one of Boreas stomach abs that was as wide as a football stadium.

"What are you doing, brother?" Boreas said, "Why are you in that form? You are meddling with affairs that can break the balance, and you will need to answer for it." _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

Rowan had not expected Boreas to speak, except for defending the planet, the god had seemed okay with standing back and watching the battle, drawing Rowan to his side meant he understood the value of that action, and every word he was speaking tantalized Rowan with the possibility of finally knowing the truth about his father.

The Third Prince cocked his head to the side as if in stupefaction, "Brother?" He said, and then he snapped his fingers, "Oh, it has been so long ago that I actually forgot I was wearing your brother's skin. That's what happens when you find a cloth that just fits, you tend to wear it every single opportunity you are given. Like what I did with it? Anyhow, I'm done with you guys, you are all old news. Now…"

The Third Prince looked away from him and concentrated on Rowan, "... Where was I before the distractions? Yes, retrieving my scorpion."

Rowan felt his body shake, and against his will, he began to rise up in the air—drawn away from Boreas side, and when he began to feel space begin to fold, a likely sign the Third Prince was about to teleport him to his hands, everything slowed and he was covered by blue as the palm of Boreas covered him, and he was enclosed in his fist.

Rowan could hear the Third Prince snap, his voice beginning to change from the casual lazy voice he always used to a more deeper tone, as if he was becoming someone or something else, "What? Not you too? If you want to hinder me, them come fight me with your body, not this pile of shit you shoved your pinkie into. Do you think I will enjoy this? Digging my hands into piles of shit?"

He had miscalculated the degree of the Third Prince's tyranny, if he could talk to a god like this, it was most likely he was also a god, or something different with the powers comparable to one. Now he was clearly at a disadvantage here, and his plans to kill him would prove far more difficult than he had first imagined.

Damn it! He was down to two consciousness pillars.

Rowan heard the solemn voice of Boreas, "who are you?"

"You know who I am, imbecile. Although with all your hearts, I know you wish it was different. That's right, you don't need to deny the chill that is crawling down your spine. When you were just animals playing with your tiny balls, I was the one who gave you clothing and fire. Now release my little scorpion and I will be on my way. Be quick, for your body reeks of shit."

"You dare speak to a god of Trion in this manner? Whatever deception or treachery this whole charade of yours turns out to be, I shall peel every single answer away from your mind."

"Damn you, little twat! I will pull out your spine and throat, fu*k you with it. Hear my voice and tell me I will not do so."