The Primordial Record novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Envy!

General Augustus Tiberius had annihilated all four of his Incarnation, most Dominators ascended the First Great Circle, with just one Incarnation, he had four. He was a genius that would hardly walk this world in the next ten thousand years.

Yet, he was dying at this moment. He did not feel anger at this death, it was the method by which he was dying that frustrated him.

The end of Augustus Tiberius Incarnations brought about an endless rain of blood that swept through the entirety of Trion.

Mountains quaked, and the earth wept blood.

An Incarnation of Tiberius, the God of War had perished, and the world would forever have lost a light. The darkness crept ever closer.

Yet, it was not enough. His enemies still lived, they tore their way through the chaos that Augustus unleashed, and together they began unleashing techniques of fire and darkness, and they drowned him with enough power to shatter multiple islands.

General Augustus Tiberius had three seconds left to live.

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The form of the Abomination Core, which resembled the head of a woman, appears to be asleep at the bottom of the lake.

Her eyes opened slowly, as if she was waking from a long sleep, and then she smiled, and began rising from the depth of the lake.

The head burst through the surface of the water, and slowly rose, its size caused a minor waterfall to be created below her, as the water drained from her hair, there was something truly disconcerting about a head floating without a body, for something like this belonged in the grave, not outside in the sunlight.

When the head reached a thousand feet in the air, it stopped its rise.

The fog around the head was now very thin, and it was clear that the actions of Rowan had decimated a massive portion of the Supervisors, for there was barely anything left.

Her eyes peered around in satisfaction, and she brought out a long black tongue that she swirled around, as if she was tasting the air, her eyes turned to the rumbling battlefield ahead and elation colored her gaze.

At the shore of the lake, a pair of Supervisors were yelling in obvious panic. Unlike the ones who grew under human flesh, these appear in their true form; they resemble humanoid cockroaches, but without the wings.

They scuttled through the shore, their eyes on her as they screamed in a strange language and fiddled with a contraption on their four hands.

The Abomination Core turned its eyes to look at them, and the air stirred around them, and they went still like a statue, slowly black lines appeared all over their bodies, and they fell in pieces.

A man with white hair that reached his knees appeared in front of them, he had a mask made of black bones that resembled fingers that were clasped together, it was covering his nose and mouth, and tied around his waist was the rough skin of a man, it was possible to see the body hair and subcutaneous fat on the skin, as it appeared to have been freshly ripped out.

He was holding a single-edge curved blade made of black bones, the sword was at least six feet long, a closer look would show that he was not holding the blade, but it had grown from his arm.

He slowly brought it to his face, and the bone mask snapped open from the middle, as if the bony fingers were unclasping their digits, and they rested on the side of his face, covering part of his ears and neck.

His face was revealed, and he resembled Regolf. Yet, his human appearance ended there, for he had two extra pairs of eyes, one pair on his cheekbone, and the second slightly below that, both of which were closed.