The Primordial Record novel Chapter 666

Chapter 666 Repaying A Hundred Times Over

Rowan's body, which was made from the fast-vanishing Blood Mort slammed against the barrier placed by the Archmage Hashim, the sound was deafening and what followed was a harsh scratching sound as the billions of Blood Mort surrounded the shield and began to chew through it.

The Archmage could only helplessly defend himself and replace the rapidly shattering shields which were releasing so much energy as they were destroyed that they shone as bright as a star.

There was no avenue for him to attack knowing any drastic action he made to counterattack would only lead to the death of his children and ward. Besides, if four Archmages who were all equal or more powerful than he was could not win against this Ascendant, he knew the only way he could win was to defend with all he had until the time for this creature to exist inside the universe expired.

He could already see evidence of this as the vast sea of tiny critters was visibly being reduced, he only had to hold on for a little longer and his children and ward would survive. The Archmage ceaselessly drew power from his Tower and poured into making more shields, he did not care how much Essence he wasted, his children could not die, and Andar could not die!

Andar who was behind the Archmage had a weird expression in his eyes due to the fact that he knew he was not in any immediate danger but he could feel the resolve of the Archmage.

He was willing to sacrifice himself for them, and yet Andar was stuck in a position where it took all he had not to fall on his knees and worship his creator and the fact that this Archmage was fighting against him was almost too sacrilegious for him to bear.

There was this dissonance in his thought that was difficult to describe and he simply sighed and closed his eyes.

Rowan's attention was not really focused on the issue of attacking the Archmage and he did not really care about what Andar was thinking about, he would slap the child silly if he had bowed down to him, Rowan had the worship of countless Angels, he did not desire any more from anyone else.

Killing this Archmage was ultimately a useless endeavor, as killing them would yield him nothing substantial except the pleasure of combat. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

The primary purpose of his return had been accomplished, and except for some minor issues he needed to take care of, he was done with his time inside the Underverse.

He had divided his body into three parts, the first one holding his Will had gone to retrieve the page of the Primordial Record, the second part had surrounded the shattered projections of the four Archmage's Tower, which had begun to vanish, but they were still spewing a vast amount of energy and surprisingly this energy contained a vast amount of non–attributeless Primordial Aether.

When he thought about it for a while, he realized that the occurrence of this special energy inside their Towers might not be very strange.