The Primordial Record novel Chapter 655

Chapter 655 Weeping Child

'They are all the same, all these coddled sons of bitches blessed by the Supreme One. Eyes in the clouds, noses in the air, he he he… Their arrogance knows no bounds, they all cry the same at the end, and I will make this one cry like they all do when I strip it away from him, his pride, his power… I shall love to fuck that apathetic look off his stupid face!'

A shadow crawled beside Andar, fingers digging into the Nyre Flower as he kept pace with the Acolyte, somehow it appeared as if Andar had missed his presence when he was dealing with all the Mages here, and he had stuck beside Andar like a leech, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

A long brown tongue like that of a frog emerged from his mouth and he tasted the air, 'Weird,' this invisible presence thought to himself, 'it's salty, I wonder why that is.'

Andar had nearly reached the Crown of the Nyre Tree and the invisible presence had judged that the Acolyte concentration was at the lowest because he was so close to his prize. He grinned maliciously and manifested two curved blades in his hands that were supernaturally sharp and secreted venom.

These blades were a unique Tier 4 Mid-Order Spell called Nightmare, it was the perfect accompaniment to the Tier 7 Higher Order Spell that had been weaved into his flesh by the Alchemist Union.

With the Nightmare Spell attuned to the living virus that was the Higher Order Spell in his flesh, he could move unseen through reality and his strike was painless and left no visible effect, his target would perish without even realizing that they had been killed.

He was nameless, one of many young Acolytes collected in the millions by the Alchemist Union, where various cutting-edge experiments were performed on their bodies. Most ended up as failures of course, this was the price of progress, but for those that succeeded like him, they would have the power to break the status quo.

He was a Peak Rank 3 Mage, but he had already assassinated a Rank 8 Mage! The gulf between each Mage rank was massive and unlike freaks like this Acolyte, it was nearly impossible to bridge this gap.

He would not be killing this proud Acolyte, the heat on the Alchemist Union would be too much if he did that, but nothing was stopping him from crippling the cocky bastard.

It would not be the first time someone else was hampering the progress of this Ultra one-in-an-era genius, as rumors of him being denied the Supreme Meditation Art were swirling in the top circles, but that was life, the tallest tree was the one that was most likely to be cut down first.

'Dont hate me for this, just be more discrete next time.' he chuckled inside,

"I don't really hate you. You are too… small, but your aggressive thoughts are pretty loud. Frankly, it getting annoying and I need to focus on my Ascension."

Andar veered around to the shocked Mage beside him, appreciation in his eyes, even till this moment he could not see anyone or anything by his side and he had swept his perception through this location multiple times but it was all for naught.

A voice like a snake hissing sounded beside him, "How can you know I am here, even a Rank 9 Mage would find it hard to discover my presence."

Andar's eyes widened in surprise, even when this Mage was speaking beside him, he could not pinpoint his position with any accuracy, and he shook his head in amazement,