The Primordial Record novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470 The Body Farm

A few moments beside a god should not be this devastating to the trio especially since the Lightning Kirin was a peak Earth god but Urroghat was not a Minor god but a Major god, and he did not bother to hide his Aura from those around him because of the rage in his heart.

This intense rage was understandable for a god, he had spent eighty-five thousand years searching for the powers of the Berserker, and after many trials, he had acquired it, and then he had consumed the last three hundred years in the singular pushing it to the Immortal Grade, disregarding so much of his duties and suffered heavy losses as a result only for the expected Berserker Tribulation that would give him the powerful Berserker Blood to vanish when he was at the cusp of accomplishment.

With the small powers of Fate he controlled he knew this Tribulation had been stolen, but he could not fathom how that was possible but that did not stop his rage from overflowing. Urroghat needed to know who denied him his prize after all the millennia of work.

He began bringing out his payment and filling the counter with treasures until Myrdas swallowed and began to shapeshift into something… else.

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Andar Erikson smiled in his sleep as he slowly opened his eyes which glowed a stunning silver. This rest was the greatest he had ever had in his short life and Andar woke up knowing that he would never feel this way again, and so he treasured this moment.

Because his body was changing.

Andar had been noticing it inside the Endless Vault as he made progress through each level fitting the broken puzzles of the Scripts together. It was a distracting sensation but he had sunk his mind into understanding the Inscription and he pushed it aside.

Nevertheless, with each Engraving he made and with each Inscription he mastered, Andar felt the changes accelerating, sadly he needed to stop because his mind had reached its limits and gone beyond it.

He also could not fail to recognize that even though his talent of using Gray Will was a marvelous tool to use in understanding patterns, he had slowly approached a bottleneck and no matter how much he could glean from the data he was collecting, he could not understand or match it with what he knew, Andar finally realized that he needed more knowledge, and he had exhausted every single scrap of creativity and potential he had.

Andar rushed to freshen up, noting that he was now stronger, and whatever previously ailed him while his Spirit Matrix was in chaos or while using Grey Will was gone, he was no longer dying, and his body was currently filled with a weird sense of power that he found hard to describe.