The Primordial Record novel Chapter 830

Chapter 830 I Am Taking You All On.

?Dark red clouds covered the continent and the heavens opened up and began weeping blood. The God of War in all his glory was a great and terrible force.

A thousand Avatar of War roared at the same time towards the tiny figure of Telmus, "I will show you power that would make all of existence despair!"

The earth bubbled and collapsed as the ground for tens of thousands of miles transformed into a sea of blood. Everything died, including millions of Earth gods that were unlucky to be caught in the fringes of the battle.

Around Telmus, stretching for a mile was an area of peace. The Earth remained the same and the wind blew gently across his skin, even without the sun, there was still a bright diffusion of light around him. His presence gave his surroundings order inside the chaotic domain of the God of War that had covered the entire continent.

The Avatars of War stretched their hands to the skies and the heavens shattered to pieces as a thousand Halberd, the size of mountains emerged from the cracks, made from the Essence of the God of War, each of these Halberd could kill a god.

On the shaft of the Halberds were screaming faces of all the creatures whom the God of War had tasted their blood, their eyes were wide open with madness and bloodlust, as they all directed their gaze towards Telmus, and they cried for his blood. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

The Halberds became red with the color of blood that fell from the eyes of the screaming games, and with a wave of a thousand hands, they were shot down towards Telmus by the Avatars.

The white-haired man whispered, "It is not enough."

He brought his left hand which was hanging casually by his side to his front, and the entire world seemed to go silent. The weight of a thousand Avatars of War bore down on him, but they all seemed so slow, it was as if he had all the time in the world.

Telmus looked around for a weapon and then he felt the breeze passing through his fingers and he seized it, "This would have to do. Your purity would remind them of app they have lost."

He began to feed his Intent into the breeze, closing his eyes in concentration. His surroundings that were free of chaos and blood began to shrink. The Halberds fell down faster until it seemed it would be touching him in the next second, but Telmus was deep within himself as he created his greatest weapon using the last pure air in Trion.

He poured a thousand Intent of Wind into the breeze and it solidified, creating an invisible blade of wind.

A thousand Intent of Fire and the blade burned white.

A thousand Intent of Frost and the blade enlarged, gaining a shade of blue.

A thousand Intent of the Earth…

A thousand Intent of Lightning…

A thousand Intent of Darkness…

A thousand Intent of Force….

A thousand Intent of Sound….

Multiple Intents in their thousands streamed into the blade and it changed shape multiple times, perfectly merging with the diverse powers being pumped into it.

Faster and faster, his Intent entered the breeze and its ephemeral nature accepted it. The breeze evolved repeatedly, heading towards the direction that Telmus had glimpse in his dreams.

Finally, Telmus pushed a thousand Intent of all the higher Order Intent he had acquired, from the Intent of Life all the way to the Intent of Death, he could not fully claim to understand this concepts, but he understood their Intent well enough.