Chapter 1089: The Battle At The Veil

[Edge of The Second Domain]

[Close to the Primordial Veil]

The Primordial Veil was one of the most dangerous places in the Primordial Expanse. The veil existed like a blanket that covered all the outermost domains in the Primordial Expanse and served as a border between the Primordial Expanse and the Primordial Zone. But although the Primordial Veil was nearly impenetrable, there was once a time when it had many large gaps that allowed free passage back and forth between the mortal plane and the Primordial plane! This was hundreds of thousands of years ago, and back then, it was common for Primordials to travel in and out of the mortal world without any restrictions.

But after multiple wars occurred and claimed the lives of billions of mortals, the mortals fought back against the Primordial races, and they slowly began to close down the Primordial Veil to ensure no more Primordials could come through! As time passed, more and more of the Primordial Veil was closed, and although the Primordial races did their best to keep the Veil open, it was obvious that the mortals would not back down!

The last great war between the two sides that helped to lay the foundation for the current peace in the world was during the Period of Lawlessness, and after these battles, all the major tears in the Primordial Veil were finally closed down, and multiple powerful figures were placed around the Primordial Veil to ensure none of the Primordial races would try to break in again.

But regardless of how much of the Primordial Veil was closed down, the Veil was just too large for it to be completely sealed, and there would always be openings around the Veil that allow dangerous creatures or Primordials to break through and enter the world of mortals. It was common to see large Primordial beasts entering the worlds close to the Veil through these tears, and it was also these tears that allowed a stray Primordial to find its way to Earth all those years ago!

Right now, there was a secret battle taking place on a distant, unknown world where Richard had teamed up with multiple powerful figures to push back the Primordials trying to enter the world of mortals through the tear, and Richard had been forced to stay on that battlefield for more than ten years now to buy enough time for other mages to seal the tear in the veil. But that was a story for another day.

On a distant world called Kessler in the Second Domain, there was a massive convoy of Angels sitting around a large campsite. This convoy had been deployed here by the Overlord of the Second Domain, Rak’hael, and they had come to investigate a report of a disturbance in the Primordial Veil. The group was made up of more than two hundred TITAN and PRIMORDIAL Rank Angels who had all fought together during multiple wars in the past, and although they were meant to be carrying out their investigation right now, they had run into a small problem just a few days ago.

"Has nobody found him yet!? Where did he go!?"

There was a mass panic going around the camp as they tried desperately to find their leader! Angel Mik’hael was a loose cannon that nobody could control, and although Mik’hael had been assigned as the leader for this expedition by his sister Rak’hael, it hadn’t taken long before the rogue Angel had simply vanished to go and do something on his own!

Currently, all the soldiers in the Angel convoy were flying around to try and find their leader, and there was another group of Angels sitting at the campsite and waiting in case he came back. One of the Angels, an older-looking woman with a mean face and a scar running across her nose bridge, spoke up with a frown as her large white feathers ruffled in annoyance!

"I can’t believe that boy! We take our eyes off him for a moment, and he immediately runs away! Wait till I get my hands on him!"

This angel was one of the oldest members of the race, and she was a master spearwoman who had once stabbed the king of a Primordial race during a war and lived to tell the tale. Beside her were other older members of the angel race. There was a man with white hair and a playful expression who waved his hand and told the woman that Mik’hael would show up soon, and another man wearing a long white robe who spoke wisely.

"We should not be alarmed by his behaviour. After all, he is his father’s son, and it was very common for his father to go missing during his younger days. We must simply continue the mission until his arrival."

The other Angels saw the sense in what the older man had said, and they were about to continue their mission, but they all stopped as they felt something appear on the horizon!

DOON!

It was a power unlike anything they had ever felt before! A sudden, all-consuming pressure fell upon the entire Angel convoy, and the warriors all felt their eyes widen in shock as they turned in the direction of the sudden pressure!

’A man?’

The old woman was surprised when she saw a single man standing on the top of a hill and looking down on the Angel camp. This man had long hair that flowed in the wind, and his shirtless body was covered in hundreds of runes. But what truly shocked the old woman at that moment was his face! The moment the woman saw his face, her eyes widened in recognition!

"Richard?"

The woman muttered a name that hadn’t been heard in a long time, but before anyone could say anything more, the man on the hill moved! It was a sudden, untrackable burst of speed that completely blindsided a large group of Angels who had been standing a few hundred meters away! In one moment they had been looking up at the hill, and in the next moment, blood sprayed across the landscape as more than ten people were killed at once! The old woman’s eyes widened, and a loud voice echoed through the valley!

"WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! ALL MEN INTO FORMATION! KILL THE INTRUDER!"

The angels immediately rallied as they faced the attacker and began to charge at him, but it was already too late! The Angels didn’t stand a chance against the sheer power of the man who appeared, and he took them down one by one! There was no strategy or plan in the man’s actions at all! Every wave of magic or battle technique from the angels was met with raw, impossible power that rendered them useless!

The Angels used Holy magic as their main power, and their holy magic was known to tear through most magic defences like paper! But against this unknown man, there was nothing that their holy magic could do! The man grabbed holy swords and broke them with his hands, and he tanked holy blasts and ripped the magic casters in half like they were nothing! A certain group of Angels realised that there was no way they could win this, and they tried to escape from the battlefield by flying away, but they were sent back down to the ground as they slammed against a runic shield that prevented anyone from leaving this region!

It had only been twenty minutes since the man appeared in this valley, and in that time, he had killed close to a hundred powerful Angels!

The old woman stood in the middle of the battlefield, and she was breathing heavily as she stared at the mysterious man choking an Angel to death! The woman gripped the spear in her hand tighter as she barked angrily!

"AVARAN! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?"