The Primordial Record novel Chapter 573

573 The Might Of A High God _{freewёbnoνel.com}

The distance that separated the two forces was more than a hundred thousand miles in length, effectively making this area the entire field of battle.

That distance could be crossed in a few seconds, and in a short while, it was filled with a vast amount of creatures of all shapes and sizes, as if spewed from the mouths of hell.

Entire armies grown, nurtured, and sustained by the gods for countless ages were brought forward. These armies were meant to spread their glorious names to all of creation, but now they were to do something equally as important…it was to fight for their gods.

The arrival of the Spirit Matrix Gate had destroyed more than eighty percent of the forces of the gods inside their Divine Kingdom, but without holding back on their Divine Essence, a fresh batch was created, exceeding the previous amounts every god had gathered.

The Cerulean Gods were going all out and were no longer thinking about their foundation, this was a threat to their very existence and every hidden weapon was taken out. There was no concern about maintaining a balanced power structure, and every god was free to unleash all the taboo powers they had collected over their long years.

The appearance of so many mystical energies was changing reality, spreading toward the worlds and stars for billions of miles, leading to the death of countless lives.

If this war did not end in time, the toll on mortal life would be catastrophic.

Perhaps if Rowan had experienced more time as a mortal, this death toll would have ravaged his mind, shattering his sanity, but this was a war between immortals, and such concerns were far from their radar.

Every mortal life could be replaced in a blink of an eye. What if it took millions or even billions of years? It was all the same, they all came from dust, and to dust they shall return.

Suriel led the charge, and the three Archangels followed behind, before them appeared an army of hellish proportions, as billions of life forms appeared accompanied by the flashes of light from dozens of Divine Gates opening to their full sizes.

"They all die here." Suriel's cold and deep voice sounded, "Leave no one standing. The Creator's Light dwells in all of us and our will is unshakable, bring these vermin to heel, crush their spirits, and offer their souls to the Creator!"

The first clash between the Archangels and the flood of beasts brought a low thumping sound like a heartbeat, as a bright light flashed, but was drowned out as billions of gallons of blood and other bodily fluids arose into the air.

The first resistance mounted by the gods was useless, but all this was just to buy time, even a single second exchanged by the death of all these creatures was worth it.

Tenma was standing behind the gods, and he pulled his arms apart as he raised them above him, the two Grand Formations manifested, drawn from the depths of the planet, and brought to this field of battle, instead of activating them he did something different.

With a scream of pure rage, Tenma began to disassemble the Formations, this brought out mighty blasts of power and energy on a massive scale that resembled an exploding supernova, and opening his mouth wide, he began to swallow this energy.