The Primordial Record novel Chapter 536

Chapter 536 Shush

At the location he was at in space, Murrihm could smell a peculiar odor from the Ouroboros Serpents that reminded him of rusted metal, thinking a little deeper, he resolved that the smell was closer to blood.

His Divine Spark all the way in his Divine Kingdom shook, he could feel a dread from the core of his being from every movement made by these monsters, and he watched one of the… snakes? Or were they dragons? What sort of beasts were these? More Infernal than Divine, were these Demons? Am I looking at an acclaimed Demon Prince?'

The Serpent which had a single eye that was so large it covered the central part of its head and was entirely milky white as if it was blind, yet there was nothing of such weakness in these creatures, looked around suspiciously as if it had caught a scent.

Murrihm felt his heart slowly fill with despair as if like a hound catching an interesting fragrance.

The beast turned slowly and looked at him, noticing him truly, with the camouflage doing nothing to hide from its gaze, their eyes met for a brief moment and the Ouroboros Serpent grinned.

As horror flooded his heart, the Serpent suddenly charged at him with speed exceeding his expectations, he could hardly move as the needle-sharp teeth in their hundreds tore through his Divine Body even with his partly ethereal nature.

The beast tore him away from the shadows of the void, accompanied by pain as he had never felt before as a dreadful kind of venom flooded his system before the 'Mortal' ahead froze him in place.

In his mind, Murrihm was already calling this figure a Demon Prince, as all the evidence seemed to fit that pattern.

Whatever the method used to freeze him, it was also killing him, but it was doing it more slowly than the poisons in the fangs of that dreadful beast, and in some way, Rowan's black ice delayed the death of the god, but that was not a mercy, it only prolonged his suffering.

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All these thoughts rang through the head of Murrihm, The Star Gazer as he looked with despair behind him as his Divine Palace was crumbling. His appearance had always been young, like a fourteen-year-old boy with short and curly blond hair.

He had always been carefree, ignoring conflicts and seeking a simple life, his talents ensured he was useful but not necessary, keeping him safe from those with greedy intentions.

Murrihm did not want to die, he was still so young, and many of his children were still out in the cosmos, if not him, who would gather them all and give them their names?