The Primordial Record novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813 The Laughter Of The Gods

Powerful members of the Noble houses, especially those under the Ancestor's direct bloodline began to feed the poor sections of their families to themselves. The case of Circe that would have shocked Trion a few months ago became nothing special.

Life had no meaning in Trion except for the pursuit of power. The true face of the world was revealed to be nothing but a jar filled with poisonous insects all meant to devour each other, so a Poison King could be born.

In this case, the end goal was to become an Earth god, no one wanted to fight the Holy War where the gods themselves would wage a war against Mages and Demons and be pushed to the sidelines.

When a Dominator grew in power by devouring others, this cannibalistic trait could not be hidden, for the eyes of the Dominators would turn red with no white to be seen, their teeth would transform into fangs, and an unquenchable thirst for blood and flesh would be born inside of them, but the price they paid was worth it to become Earth gods and fight in the greatest of battles.

This vampiric trait was now fashionable among the powerful of Trion, who in their madness now saw this as the ultimate representation of power. The capital Aroth stank with blood and the beautiful Crystal Lake that would entice the senses of anyone who witnessed it now stank.

It had become filled with bodies from millions of people butchered daily that the lake had turned black. No one cared that the glorious capital city now smelled like the dead, and its beauty had turned to delirium.

The air of Trion began to warp as madness infected the world, and the screams of the slaughtered and the laughter of the victorious did not cease. The eyes of the gods could be seen all over Trion as they feasted on the air of slaughter and despair.

Their laughter constantly rang over the horizon, empowering their subjects to more deranged acts, as even newborn babies were eaten. Nothing was off limits.

A single Earth god was more valuable than a hundred thousand Third Circle Dominators, and so this action of eating their people did not reduce the might of Trion, instead it multiplied their strength exponentially.

A Dominator at the Earth god level was technically as strong as a god, and every moment a million Earth gods were being born on Trion as the endless slaughter continued.

No one else seemed to care about the future, everyone only looked forward to the war.

In the past, perhaps millions of soldiers would head to the battlefield each year, primarily from the Tiberius Family, but now that number had ballooned to the billions, and more was coming. The Dominators headed for the battlefields in massive ships that were as plentiful as the sands on the seashore.

They all carried a single chant–War.

They all knew that this battle was entirely theirs, and they did not doubt they would ever lose in their home world. The invaders would be drowned under the relentless tides of numbers and the great weapons and treasure that they all wielded, their only worries were if the armies of the enemy would be enough to go around.