The Primordial Record novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 A Broken Spirit Matrix

Silas' cry of shock was almost comical, his single eye was bugging out of his head, as shock and disbelief clouded his mind.

The red crystals that were the sign of the Archmage's fury on his body, were beginning to grow and supplant his flesh, his cries grew shrill as the crystal devoured his entire legs and he watched in shock as his member fell off before being replaced by smooth red glass.

He tore the remains of his clothes from his body, as he watched the crystal consume his abs and his chest, and quickly surged up his neck.

"Great one, why…"

He was silenced by the crystal shield that once protected him from the Tier 5 spell snapped shut like a vice, covering him up and blocking his voice, the crystal began to transform what was left of his flesh into glass.

The last thing he heard was a cold female voice, "You failed me dog, my hounds found nothing and time has passed, now I take matters into my hands…"

The Alchemist backed away, he was surprised at this turn of events, Jonathan Melbrooks had given it his all, and his old bones could not take any more fighting, he could run, but something told him that for what was coming it would be useless.

He searched around his body for his pipe and he could not find it, it must have fallen or was destroyed during the previous confrontation. He wanted to smoke at this time, and he sighed as he guessed his craving would have to go unsatisfied.

The bait he had spread around contained his Aura and Andar's. The Cloud Whale was an unknown factor, not easily found in the Black Federation. As he expected, the Mage went after the bait, and by now Andar should be too far away for them to stop him.

He looked impassively as the body of Silas began to twist and compress, he did not hear the sounds of breaking bones, only a weird shrill noise like fingernails being scratched on a board. If he was not wrong he was about to be visited by an Archmage, but he had no fear or regrets, this was a fitting way to go, considering how he had lived his life.

When the transformation was over, a female form stood before him that resembled a bloody crystal, the eyes of this being were pink and it had no nose or mouth, and that was all he could observe before a formless force dragged him and brought him before the being.

He did not struggle, but he still ended up coughing deeply, and when he spat, it was filled with blood, his lungs had been shredded in the fight.

The force that dragged him to the Archmage was not gentle, and the battle he had just fought had destroyed a significant amount of his body. Only the vitality and tenacity of a rank 4 Mage kept him alive.

"You know who I am, yet you do not bow." A cold female voice that made the Alchemist feel as if a mountain had been placed on his chest entered his mind.

With a force of will that had been honed over many centuries of strife and struggles, the Alchemist whispered, that was all he could do as he barely had the strength to breathe, "I do not bow to enemies."

The figure cocked her head to the side and brought a finger up to the Alchemist's chin, raising his head higher so she could look into his eyes. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}