The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1597

Chapter 1597: Charging The Formation

Rowan’s experience of pain was constantly evolving, and he had long stopped experiencing pain in the sort of ways that most living beings experienced it.

However, he faced diverse and potent sources of energies whose reality-warping energies could cause myriad effects that could create effects far greater than pain.

Rowan could not dodge the second salvo of the Alcion Heavenly Formation, and he was slammed into the ground, his skin and three-quarters of his flesh over his bones evaporating in an instant. It was a good thing that his Origin Land was a part of his flesh, but also not, or the consequences would be more severe than he could imagine.

The pain he was experiencing, however, was... indeed interesting. Rowan had never felt anything quite like it, as it was almost as if every nerve he possessed and multiple others he didn’t have were screaming at him to worship the light or suffer.

And suffer he did. Unending waves of agony that he knew would end if only he bowed down and worshipped the light.

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On its own, this beam of power was already considered overkill, and the act of adding a level of compulsion to it was extremely aggravating, triggering Rowan’s fury. Killing him was okay, but he could not stand listening to those annoying voices telling him to bow down and worship.

Even his anger he knew was a consequence of the power of the Alcion Formation, and Rowan could have fought against the anger, but he did not, he let it wrap around him like a cloak, and the moment the power holding him to the ground dissipated, he exploded from the ground like a erupting supernova.

His senses instantly showed him the overview of the battle. The entirety of Bahamut’s bodies had been destroyed, leaving large clumps of lightning clouds floating around that were giving out formless roars filled with rage. The Alcion Formation seemed to be particularly devastating to this Primordial Beast as Rowan detected that its mental effect on Bahamut was the most significant reason he was incapacitated.

He logged that weakness in a part of his consciousness.

On the other hand, Primordial Chaos had begun to recover, and it seemed as if this second burst of power from the Celestial Host had not impacted him, but Rowan knew that this was all a lie. Chaos was at the end of his rope, his energy had been burned to nothing, and the body of Caine, filled with the poisonous touch of Primordial Soul, had entered his body.

The Primordial’s eyes were closed as he struggled to stand. On his forehead was a glowing orange rune that was incomplete but slowly getting more defined.

These two, for the moment, were finished. His target was a new enemy.

In the blink of an eye, Rowan was already in space, crossing countless dimensions and broken timelines until he was in the center of this space. He paused briefly before accelerating towards the Celestial Legions.

However, in that brief moment when he went still, six golden eggs, each the size of a star, burst out from his back heading towards Primordial Chaos and Bahamut.

These six eggs began to crack before exploding into six massive golden serpents. Their scales shimmered and turned black, except for the largest among them, Divus, who had a golden crown on her head made from iridescent mist woven from forgotten dreams.

Upon seeing them, their names brushed through his perception: Thaleriel, Durakiel, Valandreil, Zukiel, Teophiel, Ravandiel, and Aurelia. There were various Titles that followed their names, which signified their power.

The Golden Song, Weeping Star, Shadow of Mercy....

All of these titles were powerful, but were beneath his consideration, and if not for his conscientious nature, he would never even consider the thought of going through the titles of these Creators, but Rowan did not look down on them.

If there were any Old Ones who might be able to match him, even if it was only for a bit, then it would be the Celestial Creators.

The second and last portion of heavenly formation was a Singular existence, the Archon.

Rowan Destroyer vibrated in his hands, sensing the connection it had with the Archon. Both Destroyers, but his blade was the last of its kind, used in a war that was much harsher than anything this Archon had ever seen, and for the first time since Rowan made his Destroyer, his blade... laughed.

Its voice was deep and mocking, and its ire was directed towards its successor. Between the time he had erupted from the ground before reaching the formation, barely a moment had passed, but another loud hum was growing from the formation as another burst of power erupted from the Legions, and its target was Rowan alone.

Setting his blade forward like a fencer, he attacked.