The Primordial Record novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590 All roads leads to Trion

590 All roads leads to Trion

The Nemesis plate made the old man gasp in horror and he nearly wretched in revulsion and it took an active presence of mind to stop him from clawing out his own eyes.

A normal Nemesis Plate was white and sometimes gray or yellow, but this one was red, with its colors so deep it was nearly black. The Nemesis Plate was pouring out blood from beneath its base, and the screams from it were getting worse.

Countless screams from not just millions, no this was billions, trillions even.

"Aaahhh, stop it!"

With a yell of desperation, the old man pushed his fingers into both of his ears, twisted around, and with ungodly strength, ripped off both ears with a sizable portion of his flesh.

It did nothing to help however as the screams grew worse.

The Dominator fell to his knees as something inside his Spirit broke, he was not aware of it but he had gone insane, the only solace he had was that he would be dying in a short time soon, but he slowly traced his sight up to the name that was written on the Nemesis Plate—Erohim!

The name seemed to be warping and changing, from Erohim to Rowan Kuranes, as if unable to place the identity of the individual that was written on it.

'Was this not the Nemesis Plate of the traitor to Trion, Rowan Kuranes, by the gods, how many lives has he extinguished that would make the Nemesis Plate bleed?'

This was the last thought in the mind of this Earth god as his eyes closed in death.

A few hours later, a group of Earth gods entered the Tower to retrieve the body of the Earth god whose face was warped in horror and intense fear.

Although they were all careful not to look at the Nemesis Plate, they all died a few hours later.

In a week, every living soul in this world was dead, for the door to the Tower had been left open and the Aura from it had spread all over the planet.

This was the world that an Anima of Boreas came to find, one that was filled with the stench of death, with the faces of everyone warped in fear and horror, many had mutilated themselves before they passed away, clawing away at their ears as if to block them from something.

It did not take long for Boreas to also hear them—Screams.

So much screaming. Yet unlike everyone else who had died here, this sound only made Boreas frown a bit and he ignored it.

He flew over to the greatest of the cities where the tears of blood from the eyes of millions had gathered into a series of readable words.

"HE COMES"

The eyes of Boreas became filled with lightning and space for untold billions of miles began to shudder as a great cloud covered a third of the Empire.

"Lift with your whole back, not just with your arms. We are running out of time, and when this world falls we don't want to be left behind, because we will. We are no longer needed, just replaceable fodder."