The Primordial Record novel Chapter 615

Chapter 615 Great Changes

The gods ignored the proclamation from the Abomination Core and Tiberius gestured to Horush,

"Check her, I think it is ready enough, if it's not then I will have to feed Absomet to this thing according to my end of the bargain."

Apart from Lamia who was unfrozen and watching the gods with rapt attention, Absomet was also aware, and when she heard the words of Tiberius, her mind went blank,

'Were they planning to feed her to an Abomination? To this…this… thing! She had always imagined how her end would come about but not like this. Why would Tinerius consider something like this? What bargain? This was madness! She had far more utility to them than a monster who only infects and destroys, surely she must have heard wrong.'

Horush stepped forward, among the Gods of Trion he was the one with the most inhuman appearance, with two long curving horns on his head that were white as the fallen dead, and a long bull-like tail that waved behind him with a life of its own, his eyes, on the other hand, was very human, and was as brown as a fertile field ripe for planting.

As the god stepped forward he seemed to grow bigger as his presence rippled across the entirety of the battlefield, the three of them were truly here, and this was not an Anima or an Avartar, the Gods of Trion were present.

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, drawing all the scent of this battle into his lungs and holding it in for a few seconds, he opened his eyes and sighed, "She needs a lot more to be completed, a dozen Minor Worlds should do it, but we have no more time for her to slowly feed while keeping the suspicions of the Covenant to a minimum…"

Tiberius nodded, "I understand," turning his head to regard the Rune Ship, he commanded, "Release every pawn you have inside yourself to the void, your Cloning Vats, Fabrication Assemblies, and every single portion of Bio–Essence inside you."

Absomet paused in shock, but her body proceeded with the command from the God of War, and before long the entire space was filled with hundreds of millions of pulsating seeds the size of grapefruits, alongside that were the frozen bodies of hundreds of millions of soldiers.

A sizable portion of them were without their armor and they died in the void because of the errant destructive energies that were flooding the battlefield. These were the lucky ones.

Lamia growled, it was a frightening sound that felt primitive and filled with endless anger and brutality, "You think I'm not enough to stand against you lot? I do not need any aid to battle you all by myself."

Horush shook his head, "Perhaps you might have if you have left the Empire, but your greed has doomed you. Minerva protected you for too long, but as always, your kind always ends up as disappointments. Now eat, because you are a beast."

The voice of Horush was like a whip and Lamia's eyes opened in frustration and anger as her Akhurils began to move and consume the Bio–Essence and soldiers in an almost trance-like state. Their wide-open maws began to suck countless tonnes of biological material into the hellish engine that was their stomach.

Kuranes chuckled and appraised Tiberius with a wicked smile, "You know this would not be enough, there is not enough of our will inside this wasted blood that your pet toys with."

Tiberius ignored her, but it was Horush who responded to Kuranes, "Your desire for malice blinds you sister, Tiberius is not sparing his blade, he is just sharpening it, you should know by now that the God of War is nothing but thorough. If this wasted blood can complete a single percent in the completion of this task, then he would use all of it." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}