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The Primordial Record novel Chapter 875

?The Akashic Trell's cries only grew louder as they neared their prey, yet their screams did nothing but irritate the dead beasts, these creatures were dead and in pain, the cries from the Akashic Trells only exacerbated their agony and they snarled in anger before pushing forward, these dead beasts also gave out cries of battle that were horrifying to hear, for they sounded like what they were—dead.

The moment they were about to slam into each other, The Akarshic Trells vanished into black smoke, and what slammed against the tides of beasts was an enormous tide of divine lightning. The switch was so fast that it was disorienting, and the army of the dead could not adjust.

This lightning came from a hundred thousand Spell Weavers who had been subtly gathering power for days in a massive spell formation that ringed the entirety of Rowan's army. The connection Eva made with them was also a path to send power to them, and at this moment Eva was giving them as much power as they could hold without burning them out.

The lightning burned so hot and bright that it practically melted the front lines for miles, reducing beasts in their billions to less than dust, the weakest of these beasts were Earth gods, with countless at the Major God and even the High God level.

Their powers served for nothing as the lightning that was as condensed as a river and hotter than any star in the universe burned through their ranks. The light and the sound from that attack were so bright and loud that many had to shade their eyes.

The resultant shock wave from this move crushed hundreds of millions, folding great beasts the size of cities into little clouds of ash, and then in the midst of the army that had been situated comfortably in the back, the demons, mages, and gods began to silently fall, turning to dust before they could even cry out.

Many of them had become excited and had pushed themselves closer to the front lines, confident in the nursing walls of flesh in front of them, and now they were paying the price.

This created a commotion in the midst of the army as the charging Akashic Trells had been a diversion at the start, they were assassins and there was no way Eva would be using them to charge the front lines, she just needed the focus of their enemies on them.

It was the reason she so loudly announced the Reaper, making sure the enemy had been focused on Tenma and his minions. In her first life, she did not necessarily employ tactics like these, but she had learned the art of theatricality and deception from Rowan. He was someone who would loudly announce something and in the next moment do something else.

The Akashic Trells were not a good matchup against the dead, but living flesh was their domain, their cries could lull even the toughest of opponents to sleep and their touch would drain every bit of life inside of them.

Endless ranks of the enemy were stunned by the lights, sounds, and cries from the dying, and before they could respond to the silent assassins in their ranks who were slowly killing their way toward the center of their line where the truly powerful were waiting, another wave of lightning impacted their front lines, vaporizing enemies and unlucky demons, mages and gods caught in the blast zones for miles, another devastating shockwave followed that flung bodies for thousands of miles.

This lightning was the top killing weapon of the Spell Weavers when they worked together in a formation. Eva had drawn inspiration from Tribulation Lightning and fused into it, thousands of Intents that were skewed towards destruction. The result was a force that could chew through anything, plus it was an effective counter against the dead.

Eva knew that to kill the dead infected with the curse of the Abomination, there must be nothing left of their bodies, and of the billions dead, none of them left any fragment of their flesh behind.

With only two of her weapons, Eva had killed untold billions and was pushing the lines of the enemies backward, causing disarray in their ranks, and she was just beginning. She made a gesture and Heavy Runic Cannons began to rise from the Primordial Sea.

Chapter 875 Annihilation 1

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