The Primordial Record

Chapter 1673: What Games Are You Playing?

The consumption of the bones under the once great desert had been finalized, and now Divus must become like Bahamut and enter a period of rest, recovery, and digestion to completely adapt and inherit this power, but that would require time, and they could get a lot of that time inside the Origin Land. Nothing inside of Reality was worth their attention anymore, and Reality began to ripple in anticipation of the pain that would arise as the serpents tore into it when a strange voice emerged beside the serpents,

“I can show you where they are… the rest of your fallen kin, if you serve me.”

An old man appeared above the serpents. His eyes were burning with chaotic red flames, and a wide grin decorated his face as a black tongue flickered out from his mouth constantly, like a serpent.

There was no Aura of power around him, but his presence was palpable. It was as if by his mere arrival, he became the only thing that was real, and everything and everyone else was a figment of the imagination.

For two years, the serpents had feasted, drinking deep from a Primordial Source that enriched their nature and completed certain deficiencies they had accumulated from their rapid ascension.

They were extensions of Rowan, and so they carried his weaknesses and his strengths. Their growth was unreasonably quick, and they could make massive leaps across life levels as if it were nothing, but their foundations were hollow.

In the lower levels, they could win by sheer brute force, but if they wanted to be complete, they had to build up their foundations.

The first hint Rowan had of this deficiency was when he duplicated the Supreme Circle. He discovered that certain materials and laws could only exist in a singular form, and the only method he had to deal with this deficiency was to thoroughly understand and then create them.

This meant that Rowan did not copy the Supreme Circle; he created something new. However, when it came to Primordial Beasts and their remnants, Rowan was unable to understand them.

His skill sets, abilities, titles, and all the tools of the trade that he had were able to push him towards the limit of creation. Still, there was a wide gap that existed between all things and the ninth-dimensional level, and he would never cross this gap until he was a ninth-dimensional being.

This meant that he could not yet create the deficiencies in his foundation; he had to seize them.

Until he was able to fully understand the mysteries of the ninth dimension in its entirety, making use of these powers would have to serve.

The Ouroboros Serpents understood all of this, but unlike Rowan who was focused on the future, their minds were all about the present, and devouring Divus went a long way into the completeness of their foundations, and for a while they had been content, savoring the endless pleasure of feeling the missing pieces of them being completed for the last two years and anticipating many million years of growth under the time accelerating space of the Origin Land.

For a while, their fury would have been sated, and then Primordial Chaos arrived, and all the pain and the endless anger ignited inside their blood with so much fury that the six Ouroboros Serpents burst into flames.

Their fury did not just originate from everything that has happened recently, but also from the Memories buried inside the hearts of the Primordial Beasts they had consumed.

These flames were intensely bright red, making them appear like a glowing length of heated metal. Yet their eyes remained twin black holes filled with intense loathing and locked into Primordial Chaos.

This was vengeance, distilled across endless eons, fermented in the void between realities, deeper than Rowan could imagine, and now unleashed in a cataclysm of Primordial Wrath.

All of the six serpents curled into themselves, their massive bodies twisting together in a perfect self-devouring symmetry. This flesh ball was half as large as the Great Desert. From the mouths of all six serpents, sands of annihilation resembling black drool began to fall, and they spoke in synchronicity.

“Chaosssss… Betrayerssss… You were never supposed to exist in this reality or in any other. You stole from ussss, and before you die, we will drink you. Slowly. We shall savor your screamsssss.”

Primordial Chaos closed his eyes and inhaled, a smile on his face. It was as if he was imagining the scenes painted by the terrible beings before him, and then, with a sigh, he opened his black eyes and shrugged, as he spoke lazily.

“So I will be taking that as a rejection. Shame, you six would have made a perfect throne for me. Still, your bodies are powerful enough that I should be able to take them out of Reality. Now that is a truly rare prize, believe me, I have gained less across a dozen realities.”

Cracking his neck, he began walking towards the serpents, “Well, if I cannot have your worship, then you all should die!”

His words were like a proclamation of Reality, and the flames in the serpents’ bodies went out, and they began to freeze. One instant, they were brighter than a star, and the next, an intense cracking sound filled their bodies as blue ice covered them from the inside out.

Primordial Chaos shook his head in regret at the waste, but if these serpents could not be controlled, leaving them in the hands of Rowan was too much of a risk.

They were potent weapons as they were, but in the hands of Rowan, they would become true sources of calamity.

Primordials do not fear power; they fear the hand that wielded it. In the countless Eras they had lived, they had come across endless powerful opponents.

The previous Primordial Beasts were one of them. Collectively, they had the potential to defeat the Primordials, but they were not the right hands to wield the power they owned.

Watching the serpents die, Primordial Chaos began to analyze the process he would use to utilize their bodies and bloodline more effectively.

To combat against the universe and the interference of Rowan, Primordial Chaos had virtually annihilated all of his bloodline to boost up the power of Nemesis, as at the moment, he was the weakest Primordial in terms of influence, and he needed to reverse this trend quickly.

When the final benefits were to be shared among the Primordials, the number of lives they had nurtured within their bloodline would go a long way in increasing the amount of power they could harvest from Eosah at the end.

With the plentiful Origins that Primordial Chaos had placed his fingers into, from space, blood, pain, madness, and other concepts, he would still gain a lot when this Reality was finally sundered, but he could always gain more.

Primordial Chaos dreamed of a new bloodline, where each of them would be uniquely powerful, and they could carry his Will across Reality in this final age.

“Your dream has ended. Your master was not deserving of the glory that burned within your hearts. Now, in death, you shall see a brilliance he would never be able to give you. There is one question that I want an answer to; however, would I stand by and watch his glorious weapons enter my hands, or is this another of his countless schemes?”

Primordial Chaos waited for a change in the situation. Knowing Rowan, there must always be something more to any of his actions, and the only reason this was happening must be because he wanted it to happen.

This was the reason why Primordial Chaos had killed the serpent. They were more precious to him alive than dead, and in a million different scenarios, he would never choose to kill them, but this must be what Rowan wants.

That child, more than any other, in Reality understood the greed of the Primordials. He knew that Chaos must surely want to seize such a powerful prize, and if that is the case, then Chaos would rather break the board than play upon it.

However, this bait, no matter how luxurious, did not stop the fact that if Rowan allowed such a piece in his board to be taken out, it meant there was something much greater for him to gain.

This knowledge worried Primordial Chaos. What else was there that was greater than these powerful servants in the coming conflict? What could Rowan stand to gain by losing something of this worth?

’Perhaps there was a trap waiting to spring around him,’ Primordial Chaos grinned, ’If that was the case, then he could hardly wait to see what the child had to play.’

The serpents were fighting against death, but they were losing. Without Rowan’s unbreakable will that could stand against the interference of the mighty, the light began to dim in their eyes, and Primordial Chaos began to prepare for the inevitable change. Still, there was nothing.

The vitality of the serpents was robust, but it ran out, and in front of the Primordial, they perished. They were frozen in place, resembling a massive star with six serpent heads crowning it.

Their death did not bring Primordial Chaos relief, it was the opposite, his wariness increased.

“What games are you playing, Rowan? Well, it does not matter. These beasts have souls, I shall be taking them.”

Reaching for their souls, Primordial Chaos was about to collect them when a vengeful roar emerged from the serpents, and they vanished, reappearing in the depths of the lower realms.

Primordial Chaos smiled, “How did you return from death, and where do you think you are running to?”