The Primordial Record novel Chapter 819

Chapter 819 I Am Enough

?These words from Tiberius silenced the Earth gods when they were told not to interfere with the decision of the gods on the issue of cannibalization, they had expected that common sense would soon prevail among their people.

The very earth of Aroth had become so soaked with blood and screams that if you picked up any random dirt from the ground and squeezed it, it would bleed.

There was madness inside their bloodline that the Ancestors had escaped only because of their talent and the amount of time they had spent as Earth gods, they were already Earth gods and the chains over their bloodline were a greater mental block than any call to eat their own babies to increase the power of their bloodlines.

Still to watch everything they knew crumble to madness was a unique torture they never knew they would get to experience one day.

"I hear you encourage it," Vulgim spat back, "line up millions of women and children and feed them to the massive grinders."

Tiberius snickered, "What can I say, men are more suited towards war, and even if it is by only a few percent increase in efficiency at the Earth god level I am seizing every advantage. The Final Throne belongs to Tiberius."

"What is left to rule…" Bacchus questioned the smug Tiberius, "...but a world of fire and blood. You have always reached far past your talents, nothing good would ever come of this, but you are too pigheaded to admit it out loud."

Tiberius stood up and spread his arms wide, he was a muscular man who had lost his left hand in the past and had replaced it with a prosthetic treasure that resembled the arm of an insect,

"You are wrong, all of you, I see farther than you can imagine! Don't you all realize what a final Emperor signifies? We would no longer be chained to this world, to this small galaxy, Trion would finally be free to spread its bounty to all civilizations in the universe."

Bacchus scoffed, "A bounty of death."

"I am from a bloodline of war," Tiberius growled, "death is my message and my calling. We shall spread our glorious language to the universe and they shall understand the might of Trion, their children shall worship at our feet, their men shall pull our ships through the void with their spirits…" Tiberius' voice was slowly increasing in pitch as excitement filled his crazed eyes.

"But for how long I wonder, funny that you should say all that Tiberius, but you are still scared inside, you would no longer be leafing soldiers, but blood-crazed weapons, what glory is there in battles like that?" Telmus whispered, but everyone here heard him.

"What do you mean by that Telmus? Are you going against the decree from the gods?!" Tiberius frowned, his tirade interrupted, and he felt a stiffness in his throat as the words he had been about to proclaim were interrupted by Telmus's whispers.

Telmus had spoken the words that he had been afraid of deep inside his heart, he knew from this day forth, he would no longer be leading soldiers, but a den of blood thirty vipers. It was a fragile balance that needed to be maintained because unlike everyone had imagined, Tiberius knew when all the weak of Trion had been slaughtered, without new prey, Trion would consume itself.

He understood that the only way to lead his civilization away from death was to spread them to the stars, in the hope that one day they would learn to master their urges.

The voice of Telmus interrupted his worried musing,