The Primordial Record

Chapter 634 Flesh of Hate

?This insane race between Rowan and Caine charged the air with vivid energies that were visible.

Rowan was in the lead even though he was currently controlling an unfathomable amount of materials.

The Divine Kingdom of the gods had been processed into specific parts and he just needed to fit them together, nevertheless, it was a difficult process with a lot of parts that needed to be precisely adjusted.

As the process of combination continued, the Destroyer began to act as a living being, actively assisting Rowan in fitting all the parts of itself together leaving him free to focus more on merging his Will with the Core.

The operation began to accelerate and Rowan could almost see the percentage bar climbing up with every second that passed.

45 percent…

47 percent…

56 percent…

….

78 percent…

The massive golden blob of blood was also furiously combining, and massive bony structures filled with millions of teeth, eyes, tongues, and other unknown organs, as strange cries were emerging from countless hidden throats, that made Rowan Energy Form ripple in agony and thousands of Angels to explode in a fiery explosion that was similar to thousands of nuclear bombs going off.

Eva screamed and summoned multiple barriers of shadows that blocked the sounds, and only Lost was unaffected. His beautiful eyes were slowly colored with anger and he was about to rise to challenge Caine when a quick word from Eva stopped him.

Whatever Arcane Runes the Angels were creating and sending into the air, they did not stop even when more of their numbers began to die, and this was true death, for unlike any enemy that Rowan had faced before, the cries of Caine carried the Will of Chaos, and it was enough to thoroughly destroy these Angels.

Yet they did not falter, even when the first Archangel began to fall. In a short moment, Rowan had sustained more losses than he ever did throughout his time alive, and his heart felt the pain of it, like never before.

“You lose.” the voice of Caine rumbled as a gigantic figure that was the color of scarlet and no longer golden appeared with a thousand heads and ten thousand limbs before Rowan.

Caine in this form was incredibly malevolent, his presence corrupting everything, and this corruption was beginning to spread towards the gathering Core and piercing into the shell of the Destroyer.

A thousand red suns appeared on top of his head, like crowns of blood, and his presence sent multiple ripples throughout the Forge. This was true horror, the likes that even gods and Archmages would never witness in their entire existence.

His presence was like a red mist, and all the materials of the Forge that Rowan had been gathering began to wither and transform into rotten and bleeding flesh that sprouted mouths and screamed in despair.

The progress Rowan had been making began to reverse, as every piece of the Forge that was being sucked towards this location was corrupted.

A thousand heads of Caine laughed, “Did you think my presence only stopped at the Spiritual? Pitiful Child. Everything you wrought shall be mine!”

Rowan swiped his hand to the side in a dismissive gesture, and he looked at Caine and growled, his face resembling that of a bright universe did not hold the pain and desperation that Caine expected, only pure rage, bringing about a distinct sense of disquietness in the heart of Caine.

“You have shown me your hand, but this…is not for me,” Rowan gestured to the portion of the Destroyer that had been completely overtaken by Caine, “It’s just bait, for you!”

The second instruction he had given to Eva triggered, and she brought both her hands up in an Arcane gesture, letting out a bright beam of purple light that attached to the Destroyer’s shrinking shell.

That light acted as a magnet and the millions of fiery runes that were being unceasingly summoned by his Angels wrapped around the Destroyer.

Caine thousand heads looked around and he did not take long to understand what happened, he roared in rage and was about to make a move but Rowan and every Angel here vanished in a bright beam of blue light, leaving behind the terrifying form of Caine wrapped in a flesh of hate.

®

Rowan reappeared in a beautiful valley, filled with flowers and surrounded by gigantic waterfalls, in the distance were massive creatures that reminded him of dinosaurs, only these were far more massive.

There were four suns overhead and the skies were filled with beautiful colors and countless creatures, both large and small roving through the air.

Interspersed with these creatures were tiny beams of light that shot across at amazing speeds, a closer look would reveal that these were men and women riding on flying swords and other elaborate armaments.

This world was filled with an incredible sense of vitality that would put anything to shame inside the universe, if a mortal were to live here they would never fall sick, they would regenerate from wounds hundreds of times faster than normal and would be able to live for centuries even while they were still mortal.

His sudden appearance caused the skies to darken for countless miles, as an enormous void opened overhead, in a short while, this entire plane was covered in darkness startling all the major powers in this space, and they all arose from their domain to search for the cause of this change. .

Some of these powers had powers equal to those of a High God like Tenma, and others were more powerful, but Rowan did not care about them at this time, before they would make their move it would already be too late.

What Rowan was concerned about was if this space could hold his body long enough for his Destroyer to be completed, and he nodded his head in satisfaction as he discovered that it was most likely so.

Rowan had both of his palms clenched ever since and he opened both of them, on his right hand was the spinning Core of his Destroyer that had now integrated his Will.

The core was massive, thousands of miles in diameter, but in this Energy Form, size was not quite as meaningful to him, as he was closer to a fifth-dimensional being.

On his left hand was the forge. It resembled a thousand faceted red gem and imprinted on the surface of the gem were the screaming faces of Caine.

𝑖𝘦.𝑐𝘰𝘮