The Primordial Record novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Dawn of Battle (4)

Rowan's strength was great, and his high Agility and Spirit gave him a strong control over his powers. Skin, although it was elastic, was still surprisingly strong and was fastened firmly to the muscles of the body, and a Dominator skin was far tougher.

If he had just pulled with brute force, he may have torn away the skin only on the priest's chest, but Rowan vibrated his palm at the moment he squeezed the skin, severing all the connection of the skin to the muscles, and as if he were pulling away clothes from a body, he tore the skin away from the priest.

His screams were loud and shrill, as he wept in pain, and he kept apologizing to Rowan.

The people cried out in shock and horror, as some of them tried to push forward to stop Rowan or plead to him, while being held back by others.

"My lord!" Declara screamed, "We all know he did wrong, but it was a mistake." She pointed to the bodies on the floor, "Mersha was a sick child, the priest took care of her for years, my lord. Every single day for three years, he never failed to bring her the herbs

that she needed, even if he had to scrape through every bush in the forest…"

"Levri and Apham were troublemakers." Rowan interrupted her, "They had lied to the priest countless times, about needing money for food, but they drank it all away, even after you all warned him about their trickery, he continued giving them money, his reason for doing so, was that if one day, they really needed the money, and they came to him, but he denied them, that he would never be able to live with himself."

"So if you know…" Declara muttered, "if you know this why torture him, Lord Rowan. For a mistake, he did not deliberately commit. I have always thought you were a greater man than this, why do… Ugurrk"

She stopped in mid-sentence, when the gore finally flowed down the body of the screaming priest, and what was below revealed itself.

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On a quiet hill under the moonlight, a couple of wolves rummaged around a dead fire, there were remnants of a sumptuous meal around the fire, and the smell that was left was driving the wolves crazy.

A dull rumbling sound began to echo around the hill, and the hackles of the wolves were raised as they bared their teeth and let out growls, as they warily peered around.

The rumblings increased in intensity, and the sounds were calamitous. The wolves yelped in panic, and began to flee, suddenly reality seemed to twist, and the wolves paused mid-flight, in fact, everything around the hill was still.

And like a mirror, the space began to develop cracks, and it shattered as a red glow tore through the air. After it passed, a rain of blood followed behind. Two seconds later, two bursts of black light followed.

The flood of blood that fell from the sky landed on the ground like meteors. Each drop that touched the ground sizzled and brought forth an awful stench. In a brief moment, the ground, trees, rocks, and animals touched by the blood melted into a bloody pus.

The trail of devastation of the raining blood extended for as far as the eyes could see. The ground groaned and shook, and the Earth rearranged itself, as if the pain from the blood touching it was too much to bear.

The speed of the Red glow was beginning to falter, and General Augustus Tiberius' figure was revealed inside. His face was very pale and every now, and then he vomited a huge amount of blood.

Suddenly, one of the chasing black lights accelerated in a zigzag motion and appeared at the front of the General. The two glows clashed.

There was first silence, and then a bright light like the dawn of the sun, and then a Shockwave that tore the skies apart. The circular wave of force reached the second black light, who conjured a Dark Scythe and tore through the wave and rushed towards the location of the clash, and impacted the glowing sun again.

Another wave of force erupted from the impact. This time it reached the ground and the surroundings for miles across were destroyed. A small mining town that contained thirty thousand people with two legendary Dominators that acted as overseers were all wiped out instantly.

A cry filled with anger and despair resounded, and a pitiful figure missing an arm with a frightening hole in his chest flew out. It was the General. He touched his waist and drew out a long wand, he waved it, and it ignited, bringing forth green lightning.

The lightning wrapped around him and flung him North. The sky brightened from the flash of green lightning, and he disappeared far into the horizon.