The Primordial Record novel Chapter 676

Chapter 676 For The Lord Rowan!!!

Lamia looked around them in obvious shock, they had been surrounded. The forest that had sprung up around her army had created a wall of green that enclosed them inside, looking at the rag-tag army of peasants that steadily walked closer to them, Lamia wanted to laugh, but something made her wary.

These people had no fear in their eyes, only hate and a weird sense of expectation as if she were prey. Her armies of Abomination here, furious monstrosities that had shattered a hundred worlds were surrounded by fucking farmers and tailors. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

'What the hell!' Lamia blinked rapidly as if to ensure that there was nothing stuck in her eyes. Her barest consolation was that there must be a super weapon here that was destroying her brood of Abominations.

These were not ordinary Abominations but top of the line warriors, Reapers, and Desecrators were truly powerful units, and creating a single Reaper had required more than thirty evolutions and endless amounts of refinements before she ended up with them.

Of course, she could create a more powerful variant of Reapers, but that would need more evolutions and two or more decades before it could be accomplished, which by the time scale of the universe was already lightning fast.

Lamia refused to believe that without the element of surprise, anyone who was not a powerful god could win against her, even in this weakened state.

Absomet muttered to herself, "There is something wrong with these people." Turning to Lamia she said, "You should be careful, I advise we withdraw, and find another way to contact Rowan, we are not here to battle his subordinates."

Lamia snickered, "What subordinates? How is he going to take us seriously if we withdraw from a bunch of peasants? Remember that our partnership is still nonexistent, and beginning it by showing a weak front would be a grievous mistake!"

"Do what you will," Absomet frowned and whispered to herself, but she was sure that Lamia heard her, "we are nothing but broken remnants, but it seems you have forgotten that simple fact."

The attacks on the Abominations began without any fanfare, as the people surrounding the Abomination charged from the forest with no war cry whatsoever. It was the least strange thing that happened next.

At first, it was an amusing sight to see a chubby woman in her fifties holding a large metal spoon and charging at Abominations who were dreaded forces of nature who had slaughtered countless worlds.

She was in the lead, closely followed by men wielding cutlasses, hoes, knives, rakes, and other household or farming instruments.

There were even children charging at the Abominations, but they were all grouped together and were all supervised by their guardians. Suddenly this grim aura of the battlefield became weird, as the children who were far more excited than their adult counterparts began to yell in their childish voices.

In the silence of the battlefield, their voices were piercing, and some of them began to laugh in excitement.

Lamia began to shake with rage, her mouth opened in surprised anger that would only be sated if she killed everyone here a thousand times over and slowly tortured them over the course of a thousand years.