The Primordial Record novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376 You'll Only Die Tired.

Nothing could ever prepare the mind of a mortal to see something that fundamentally broke their idea of reality. Something that was this massive should not even exist!

How powerful would their frame have to be to support a weight over tens of thousands of tons and beyond, the hundreds of tiny red eyes on the face of the Akhuril seemed to be looking at every single direction with a depraved lust.

The body of the great beast began to undulate, as ripples like waves began spreading on its red armored shell that seemed impossible given the solid armor-like nature of its shell, but Augustus knew that the armor of the Akhuril was made up of trillions of six-foot chitinous plates that were as hard as Davross.

His eyes could see many tiny pores beginning to sprout on the back of the creature in their thousands and he knew what was coming next. From those pores tens of thousands of tiny critters that resembled the unholy combination of spider, scorpion, and a crab would appear.

The Akhuril would launch them from those pores and it would fall like rain on the ground, and there the infestation would begin, as the creatures would begin their hunt.

They would find a breathing host and using their long scorpion-like tails, they would sting and deposit three eggs inside the bodies of their target. These Abominations were called Kushi, and they were the size of a fully grown wolf.

Their carapace was black as ink, with only the tip of their scorpion tail that was red and yellow.

In less than twelve seconds, three holes would burst open from their target bodies and three growing Kushi would burst out. In less than a minute they would be fully grown and the cycle would continue.

They were incredibly hard to kill, as their bodies were as tough as a Dominator at the Rift State who was focused on physique. They had few weak points and crushing their heads was useless as they had no brain, all of them were directly controlled by the Akhuril.

That would be the first wave. The Kushi were made to kill and multiply, and their numbers grew exponentially. Another horrifying trait of the Kushi was adapting their sizes to their target bodies.

So if a Kushi were to implant its egg in a beast the size of an elephant, the Kushi that would be born from the beast would be bigger, drawing traits and vitality from the bodies of their dead host, this also applies to larger creatures.

A Kushi the size of a wolf would implant three of its larvae inside the body of a beast hundreds of feet tall, and the three Kushi that would erupt from the body of the dying least would be at least twenty feet tall.

A Kushi would be able to implant different hosts ten times at most before it would return to the Akhuril where it would be devoured. Yet that single Kushi in less than a minute would have created more than thirty Kushi and this trend would continue until they wiped out all life on the planet.

Then would come the Harvesters, Scryers, Desecrators, …

Wave after wave of monsters until this planet was tucked dry of everything and Lamia would move on.

Augustus' eyes touched the kind young girl who gave him a meal. Soon she would be meat on the chopping block.

A loud droning sound emanating from the Akhuril was a sign it was about to commence the end of this world. That sound was like a Death knell, and the mortals began to panic, as the sudden onset of their demise could be felt deep in their souls.

A madness descended on the crowd and they began to run, they had no destination in mind, only to get as far as they could from their unavoidable death.