The Primordial Record novel Chapter 907

Chapter 907 Fire In The Hole

The first individual to step on his bridge was a Demon Prince, this one resembled a man but his feet were those of a bird, his skin was blue, and an Aura of intense chill surrounded him.

Wearing heavy demonic armor and carrying a large Tower Shield he carefully stalked forward across the bridge, behind him were hundreds of thousands of soldiers, both demons and gods, decked in the same heavy armor and shield, and they moved concertedly towards Rowan, their synchronized steps rumbling through the bridge.

All the Demon Princes he knew were loud and arrogant, almost cartoonish in their escapades to inflict horror and shock in the hearts of their prey, but like every immortal here, even the Demons had to bow to the might of Rowan spell. Games this war no longer was, and dying would be permanent.

Perhaps for the first time in a lower dimension, a Demon Prince could no longer cut loose. It made them quite a terrifying opponent.

Halfway toward him, an intense Aura of frost radiated off the Demon Prince and encircled the army behind him and their armor thickened with blue ice, the sound of their tread grew deeper as if each of them were walking mountains. The collective might radiating from the army had transformed into something massive, even space seemed to stretch around their advancing forms as their power was announced to all of existence.

This was not the end, from various locations in the army, spells began to fly out, beefing up their defenses until their bodies gleamed like stars. This spell comes from the mages and the gods, arcane secrets that had been left in ancient vaults were unearthed and displayed without any inhibitions.

As expected it did not take long for them to adapt, with the display of Rowan's strength, they knew quantity was useless, what was needed was quality. An elite army that could face and defeat him, a single mortal.

Although a Demon Prince led their rank he was not the only one here, hidden in the army were three other Demon Princes, and if Rowan's calculations were correct, this was all of them in the Demon Horde. Hidden among them were several God Kings, and they did not display themselves in a flashy manner, choosing to walk in formation alongside the army and silently contributing their strength.

An endless number of domains covered the army as the power of countless Divine Kingdoms covered them. Everyone was giving their all, it was stupid to hold back your power or secrets when death eternal faced you.

Every Archmage embedded in the army was among the most powerful Archmages present, and before the battle began they had been casting countless buffs across the army. Steel skin, Goliath Constitution, Arcane Reflection, Damage Null, Armor Increase, Power Up…..

The total size of the approaching army was 333,000. This number was not random and was the basis for one of the most powerful formations in existence, Enders Lament. Forged at the end of a great war that consumed countless universes, this formation was made to slaughter Outer dimensional entities who controlled higher dimensional powers.

The approaching army was wearing some of the best armor available to them, and the spells imbuing their bodies would have made any of them walk through an exploding star with no damage incurred to them, not counting the countless buffs shielding them from harm.

Behind the army were long streams of light connected to every single living individual below, and Rowan could likely guess the purpose of the light, as his eyes easily deciphered the spells that were being slung around.

To confirm his hypothesis, his finger lightly brushed across the strings of Pride and in the approaching army a hundred heads exploded, yet the stride of the dead warriors did not falter and in a single breath, their heads returned.

Rowan did not fear that the absolute nature of his Twilight Bridge had been dispelled, although they tried to hide it from him, he saw the light strings connecting the army to the ones below flicker a hundred times in a fraction of a moment.