The Primordial Record

?The Akashic Trell’s cries only grew louder as they neared their prey, yet their screams did nothing but irritate the dead beasts, these creatures were dead and in pain, the cries from the Akashic Trells only exacerbated their agony and they snarled in anger before pushing forward, these dead beasts also gave out cries of battle that were horrifying to hear, for they sounded like what they were—dead.

The moment they were about to slam into each other, The Akarshic Trells vanished into black smoke, and what slammed against the tides of beasts was an enormous tide of divine lightning. The switch was so fast that it was disorienting, and the army of the dead could not adjust.

This lightning came from a hundred thousand Spell Weavers who had been subtly gathering power for days in a massive spell formation that ringed the entirety of Rowan’s army. The connection Eva made with them was also a path to send power to them, and at this moment Eva was giving them as much power as they could hold without burning them out.

The lightning burned so hot and bright that it practically melted the front lines for miles, reducing beasts in their billions to less than dust, the weakest of these beasts were Earth gods, with countless at the Major God and even the High God level.

Their powers served for nothing as the lightning that was as condensed as a river and hotter than any star in the universe burned through their ranks. The light and the sound from that attack were so bright and loud that many had to shade their eyes.

The resultant shock wave from this move crushed hundreds of millions, folding great beasts the size of cities into little clouds of ash, and then in the midst of the army that had been situated comfortably in the back, the demons, mages, and gods began to silently fall, turning to dust before they could even cry out.

Many of them had become excited and had pushed themselves closer to the front lines, confident in the nursing walls of flesh in front of them, and now they were paying the price.

This created a commotion in the midst of the army as the charging Akashic Trells had been a diversion at the start, they were assassins and there was no way Eva would be using them to charge the front lines, she just needed the focus of their enemies on them.

It was the reason she so loudly announced the Reaper, making sure the enemy had been focused on Tenma and his minions. In her first life, she did not necessarily employ tactics like these, but she had learned the art of theatricality and deception from Rowan. He was someone who would loudly announce something and in the next moment do something else.

The Akashic Trells were not a good matchup against the dead, but living flesh was their domain, their cries could lull even the toughest of opponents to sleep and their touch would drain every bit of life inside of them.

Endless ranks of the enemy were stunned by the lights, sounds, and cries from the dying, and before they could respond to the silent assassins in their ranks who were slowly killing their way toward the center of their line where the truly powerful were waiting, another wave of lightning impacted their front lines, vaporizing enemies and unlucky demons, mages and gods caught in the blast zones for miles, another devastating shockwave followed that flung bodies for thousands of miles.

This lightning was the top killing weapon of the Spell Weavers when they worked together in a formation. Eva had drawn inspiration from Tribulation Lightning and fused into it, thousands of Intents that were skewed towards destruction. The result was a force that could chew through anything, plus it was an effective counter against the dead.

Eva knew that to kill the dead infected with the curse of the Abomination, there must be nothing left of their bodies, and of the billions dead, none of them left any fragment of their flesh behind.

With only two of her weapons, Eva had killed untold billions and was pushing the lines of the enemies backward, causing disarray in their ranks, and she was just beginning. She made a gesture and Heavy Runic Cannons began to rise from the Primordial Sea.

Before the strain of teleportation vanished, she wanted to deal as much damage to this army as she possibly could.

With Knowledge Well, Eva had been able to theorize powerful weapons and Spell Formations, but it was unfortunate that the materials to create those weapons and formations were almost impossible to acquire inside the dimension, she would have to find them outside the universe or use Hollow Forge to create them from a vast amount of ordinary materials.

Whatever Rowan had done, he had brought the entire universe here to him, trillions of planets, stars, and all sorts of heavenly bodies had flooded into the dimension and Eva had everything she needed to bring her weapons of war to life.

The true might of Rowan’s chamber was beginning to reveal itself; if he had enough materials on hand, Rowan was the sort of enemy no one in their right mind would ever want to challenge.

The Lady of Shadows fell into her creation with gusto, taking inspiration from the massive cannons used on the wars in Trion and the many other wars in her memories, and she began crafting tools of annihilation.

At this moment a hundred cannons were rising from the sea, and each of them was the size of a planet. Their shapes were sleek, resembling silver spears, they were cannons but there was no visible hole at their tips, their mode of fire was a mystery.

The surprise ambush from the Third Prince had halted her plans to create a million of these cannons, but for now, a hundred would have to do. With a million of these, the Lady of Shadow would fear nothing inside this universe

The Akashic Trell were still wreaking havoc amid the army and another wave of lightning poured on the army, allowing Eva enough time to activate her cannons and make the first shot.

Every cannon she created was primed with the Intent of Destruction and Unraveling. This was the truth behind these cannons, they did not fire a bolt of force or energy, but something far more powerful, they fired Intent.

The hundred cannons encircling them fired at once, their tips exploding into pieces as a visible wave of force erupted from them that was directed outward and away from their army.

The leaders of the opposition had clearly seen the cannons rising from the Primordial Sea and as many hands rose up to create spells to block the expected fire, the Akashic Trells still battling in their midst, glowed red-

hot and exploded.

Their death released endless waves of silent screams that battered the minds of the living, stunning and distracting a large wave of the defenders, and as they reeled from the mental blow, the tides of annihilation swept through their ranks, traveling for millions of miles before it dissipated.

The battlefield was silent as untold lives collapsed into dust. Eva gestured and the Cannons began charging up again. They were disposable treasures and could only fire seven shots, she had to make them count, after all, building each cannon required the resources from a dozen galaxies.

The great eyes of Rowan blinked, ‘So this is what Eva is capable of if you gave her enough time to plan.’