The Primordial Record

Chapter 920 I Will Live With It

The Twilight Bridge groaned, having lost more than fifty percent of its total mass, this Spell was ruggedly built but it was reaching its limits, although it had forcefully reduced the power of the combatants, the beings fighting on it remained extremely powerful, it was a testament to Rowan ingenuity that his spell had withstood all the power unleashed on it.

Rowan arose, he had lost more of his body mass, because he landed on his front from the blast he had suffered extensive damages in the back, his latissimus dorsi, trapezius, rhomboids, posterior deltoids, and erector spinae were almost nonexistent.

He stood a creature of bone and Will, and the few smattering of flesh on his body quivered with an unnatural vitality. Any mortal would be dead, talkless standing, but Rowan abused the so-called tenacity of a mortal, pushing it to unnatural limits.

Ahead of him, the Third Prince also stood up, releasing himself from the enormous blast that had emerged from his body.

It became quickly apparent that he had also suffered terribly from this eruption of power. His torso had been blown open, and his three beating hearts could be easily seen, although the most terrible of his injuries was around his head, or what was left of it.

The Ouroboros Serpents were greedy creatures, and when they sunk their fangs into the skull of the Third Prince, it had taken a considerable amount of power to pull them off, but they had taken a great chunk of him before they were blasted away.

Rowan brought his right hand forward, and held by the six Ouroboros Serpent was a quivering brain, before they were blasted off, they had taken a portion of the Third Prince’s brain, and under the eyeless gaze of Rowan, they feasted, tearing into the quivering red brain whose tentacles tried to push them away with little effect.

“Bassstarrds… I will kill you!” the horrifying visage of the Third Prince was revealed, the top part of his head had vanished entirely, revealing his pulsing brain that was missing a third of its volume. His left hand rose and touched his brain and he moaned in horror, “You fucking abomination, how dare you!” parts of the Third prince’s face had been chewed off, his left eye was gone, a greater portion of his cheeks and the ones beneath and his upper lips.

He took a step forward and then he unexpectedly giggled, “You have taken a portion of my power, but it’s a good thing another one was right beside me.” a brain appeared in his left hand that was pulsing with green lightning, he jammed it into his skull and the thrashing tentacles inside it drew the brain and began to slowly fuse it into the overall mass.

“Where were we?” The Third Prince crooned, “Oh, I remember now, we were on our path to killing each other. Let’s go.”

Rowan pointed his weapon of stars at the Third Prince, and then he charged at him. Laughing like a maniac, the Third Prince unleashed red lightning in his left hand and straightened his Glass Sword on the right and he also charged forward. Both of them covered the distance in less than a moment and they clashed in the middle of the bridge, generating massive shockwaves that began to shake the bridge to pieces.

The Third Prince usually attacked from a distance, but it did not mean that his close combat abilities were lackluster. With his greed for power, he had long devoured owners of some of the most potent close combat abilities that he could come across, and at this moment, he unleashed everything without holding back.

His blade was like a piece of shivering light, assaulting every single inch of Rowan’s body and his left hand threw vast bolts of red Aetherium bolts that tore existence to nothingness.

Rowan did not take a single step backward, held upwards by Ascension and wielding a weapon of stars, he clashed against his nemesis, disregarding small wounds to strike at any opening he could see, but the defenses of the Third Prince were airtight.

Their clash generated so much energy that it released several pulses of power that continually shattered the bridge. Minerva who managed to survive the eruption of power from the Third Prince found herself at the edge of death as the waves of power erupting from the two minutes ahead was crushing the last bit of life left inside her.

And monsters they were, in her buffedled state as a result of the extensive damages she had taken, Rowan and the Third Prince revealed their madness, they resembled creatures from the depths of time who fought beyond what anything should be able to.

Minerva moaned in horror and struggled to crawl away from the battle, but it was unknown if she would be able to survive as tides of shockwaves struck her, crushing and scraping away at her body.

“You have caused me enough problems to last me until the end of time.” The Third Prince screamed, “I have visited death and suffering on uncountable trillions, why must your case be different? Why would you choose to defy me!”

He slammed against Rowan with a surprising move that combined his Aetherim with his Glass Blade, pushing him back for hundreds of feet. Not letting up the pressure, he slammed into Rowan again a few moments later and hastily retreated screaming as an Ouroboros Serpent, quick beyond reasoning surged forward and dug into his stomach, pulling out his liver.

“You seemed to be forgetting something,” Rowsn spoke for the first time in a while, “this is not a battle.”

He had allowed his weapons to collect the power of the Destroyer they could handle, and he had judged that they were now durable enough to handle more of his Destroyer and he pushed the entire seven percent he could presently withstand into them.

The weapon in his hand did not explode in light, but it was instead the opposite, it went blacker than night as it was no longer stars that filled it up, but blackholes!

The eyes of the Third Prince widened and retreated further as Rowan increased Ascension to his limits and he vanished from his position. The first blow against the Third Prince cracked his Glass Blade, pushing him down to his knees, where six Ouroboros Serpents were waiting for him.

The Third Prince screamed and retreated again, but he left more of his body parts behind, the serpents were striking so fast and digging into his body pulling out organs before he could bring up a solid defense.

Taking a step back, he fell to his knees, for some time a moment back, the Ouroboros Serpents had devoured his kneecaps.

“No… no, Impossible, I can not die like this. This damned bridge. I cannot be beaten!”

Rowan surged forward, driving his weapon into the right arm of the Third Prince, cutting off the limb that still clutched the Glass Sword, “You can die even worse.”

His right hand whipped him, his Ouroboros Serpents moving lightning quick and chewing through the body of the Third Prince and driving him to fall on his back.

Stepping on the struggling body of the Third Prince, Rowan lifted Envy and Pride, “Wait… wait,” The Third Prince screamed, “You are making a mistake.”

“I will live with it.” Rowan swings down his weapon.