The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061: Your God Is The Devil

With dimensional flesh, Rowan understood all the intricacies c and although his height remained at a modest seven feet outw this mortal body was eighty-five feet and he was still slowly g mountain, but his Ascendancy Aura made him lighter than air. Although he now had access to an infinite amount of Ascendan consciousness meant he could only draw it out using a straw th been capable of unleashing previously.

Despite the slower method of filling up his powerbase, and t

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ridiculous foundation-it should take him about six months to become a Deific Ranked Explorer, and then he would summon another portion of his consciousness.

When he was killed by the World Will, his consciousness had been scattered to all four corners of the world. This was not just a figure of speech. If Rowan was to resurrect his full

consciousness he would have to perform this process four times.

The first portion of his consciousness had been collected and in six months, he should perform the ritual a second time. At that time he would reassess his situation, gain more of his lost memories, and hopefully more of his abilities would be unlocked, thereby standing a better chance of survival.

Looking at the sleeping form of Nyla, Rowan's eyes went a bit dull as he reconsidered the plans he had for her and the Shiik for the last time before he nodded and placed his palm over her face.

Her body shuddered before it began to shrink, and there was a piercing scream as if she was in great pain before she vanished.

Although humanoid, he possessed many features that were not structured with the bodies of Explorers. There were many tales of how the mighty Berrion had imposed such great torture on himself, warping his flesh and spirit in order to find a way forward for all Explorers to follow.

The experiments he had imposed on himself were so dangerous that anyone else would have perished a million times over, but time and time again, Berrion survived, and he showed the Explorers the path forward, using his flesh and blood to create them.

He was called The Undying for nothing else could describe his monstrous tenacity. Over time Berrion grew more powerful and he left everyone else behind and pushed forward into the domain of the dark alone, but he created the Council of the Nine to carry his legacy and find worthy Ascendants that could follow him into the darkness.

Except for the few members of the council of the Nine, no one had seen the full image of Berrion, and this enigmatic being remained a faceless source of worship for the majority of the mortals and Explorers and they would never know the true face of their savior.

It was a good thing then that Rowan recognized Berrion, how could he not, the bastard had crushed him to pieces and slaughtered his children. The feeling of the Primordial weapon shattering his skull and digging into his heart was one he would never forget.

"Your god is the devil," Rowan chuckled and went past the image of Berrion. Clad in the flesh of Ascendancy, Rowan was fearless. He returned to the place he would be resting for the next six months, a warship made from the bones of Explorers, specifically, their skulls.