The Primordial Record novel Chapter 906

Chapter 906 Make Me Bleed

The bodies of the dead painted a grim sight, the explosion had ripped their bodies apart in a gruesome display, and they bled and died like mortals. There was nothing noble about their passing and if not for the strength of mind born from living an extremely long time, many of the mages and gods here would be sickened to their stomachs. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

This battle was supposed to be the same as the many they had fought countless times before, and now the threat of death was before them in all its glory and horror. More than a few of them began to go mad.

Before in the rush of battle and the frenzy that came with it, the thought of true death had not settled into their Spirit, but now it had, and few liked it.

Oddly this realization did not deter them, in fact, it was the opposite. When placed against a wall with no chances of fleeing or salvation, anyone would fight back. Most of them realized that if they stayed back on the dimension, they would be kited to death, and only embarking on the bridge would grant them the possibility of slaying their foe.

Of course, there were a few cowards whose fear of death took over their common sense. They did not last long.

Any Will Holder here was an accurate judge of emotion, and they could easily see the minds of their lesser swaying towards undesirable paths. A swift cleansing was undertaken, killing hundreds of thousands, the message was clear, fight for a chance of survival, or die.

Any rebellion ended before it could begin. It was a solemn army with thoughts filled with darkness and fear that flew towards the Twilight Bridge.

With the dissipation of the endless army of the undead and the frightening toll the previous battle had taken on the group, their numbers were no longer endless. The most populous were the demons, holding more than ninety-nine percent of the entire number, then the gods, and finally, Archmages, who barely numbered a few thousand.

In total, they barely amounted to a hundred million troops left. It was shocking that the might of the entire universe had been reduced to this extent.

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"It was never supposed to be like this, we fielded an Immortal army that should be able to resurrect from their ashes a thousand times if needed. How could all this go wrong?" the armored figure of Golgoth squeezed his hands right, his thoughts in disarray, he turned to his left and snapped at Minerva, "Organize your ranks better, every moment that abomination lives is another chance for something to go wrong. So much of our troops wasted on unchecked barbarity."

The Demon King snorted, "Barbarity? You are one to talk Golgoth, you whose entire path is nothing but barbarous." the milky white eyes of Minerva were filled with anger before a sort of calm entered them and she spoke softly to the disgruntled figure,

"They are demons, they would battle the way they were born to battle. Besides, among all of us here, we are actually the party with an army to field, your so-called undead horde is nothing but ashes, so I would mind my words Golgoth. Your bargaining chips get increasingly light and your allies… hahaha, do you even have allies at this point?"

"You…"

"Silence," the Third Prince snapped, "They can battle the way they want Golgoth. It is clear that by the end killing him would be the task for the Will Holders here. I have analyzed the strength of his blows, and they are stupendous. Let the rabble drain him to nothingness, if we are lucky… no, he would inevitably get injured or grow tired, and then we would have our chance."

Minerva glowered at the Third Prince, "You would use my demons as fodder."