The Primordial Record - Chapter 1401

Chapter 1401 killing The Light (5)

The clash between the flames spewed from Vyraak and the descending Celestial sword was anticlimactic in the grand scheme of things.

It was unknown whether the beam of red flames from the mouth of the dragon was weaker than what came from the eye on his chest or if the Celestial sword was stronger than an eighth-dimensional immortal going all out, but the sword sliced through flame barely slowing down, and if not for Vyraak intuition that allowed him to move his body in an oddly serpentine fashion, he would have been sliced in two instead of losing his right claw from the shoulder.

That hand tumbled down into the void accompanied by the chilling howl of pain from the dragon, before it transformed into stone and then ash, and even that ash soon vanished.

The slash from the Celestial sword threw off Vyraak's aim and the beam of red flames from the eyes on his chest veered away from the Seraphim, piercing into the distance and leaving a long line of destruction across reality that lasted far longer than it should before winking out. Far in the distance, past what most immortal eyes could see, a hundred universes exploded; they were simply unlucky bystanders who were touched by the flames of Vyraak.

Turning in rage, the dragon looked for the blade that had almost ended his life but, seeing nothing, charged towards the broken body of the Seraphim in the distance, who was not far from death after being bombarded by the red flames of Vyraak. Going on all fours as another limb had already sprouted from his shoulders, Vyraak's body tore through space and time, although his overall size was half of what he previously had, he was still at the height of his power since he was burning everything he had for strength, until the moment he died, he would never weaken, Vyraak launched himself towards the Seraphim like a bolt of light.

The Seraphim, who had almost been reduced to a puddle of steaming Celestial metal and gleaming bones, seeing the incoming dragon, growled, "The ignorant know no fear." Withdrawing his consciousness inside himself he gave up himself to the power of the Archon,

"My light is a passage."

From the remnants of the Seraphim's body, two massive ethereal eyes emerged, and they were the eyes of the Archon who had crossed a vast distance across space and time to reach here, it was a reflection of the eyes of the Archon, but this was a Primordial Weapon, and even a reflection of its might was enough to shatter all of reality.

The Eyes of the Archon assessed the threat that was Vyraak, and it flashed multiple times as the power of Astrolabe was used in a manner that was almost close to that of Rowan; in that instance, a million Powers emerged out of thin air. These Angels who appeared almost animalistic, were famed for their strength that was almost impossible to measure. Although a Power was not a higher dimensional entity, thinking of them only in that aspect was a true underestimation of their abilities, like Rowan whose physique could crush most higher dimensional immortals with the amount of attributes he had in each of his stats, a Power's physique was also something that most higher dimensional immortals would never obtain.

They threw their gleaming bodies of gold at the incoming dragon. A million Powers against a deranged eighth-dimensional dragon was a scene that had been barely seen since the end of the Primordial Era, but war had descended upon reality, and everything was changing.

Faster than the blink of an eye, they slammed into each other. Vyraak hardly slowed down, his body was like a bar of hot metal phasing through snow, his claws, teeth, and tails, all one hundred of them, sliced, smothered, crushed, and ripped everything in front of him, backed by his almost perfect control over gravity, all of his actions carried the weight of ten thousand universes.

He had torn through half of their number when his momentum began to slow down. Although he was powerful, the bodies of each Power were potent enough that he was spending a considerable amount of energy to cleave his way through, and a little bit of his momentum was bleeding away with each attack he made, and yet it was not enough to stop this dragon, he simply channeled more of himself, his body shrinking but his strength soared until with a burst of unbelievable strength that sent out rippled throughout space and time and most likely destroyed other universes closer to this place, he destroyed all the Powers with a single move.

The distance between Vyraak and his target was just a single bound away and he leaped towards the glowing eyes in the distance, madness filling his heart, he roared,

"Die!" The Archon spoke as a massive wave of energy that resembled white mist erupted from its cold gaze, "Insect,"

Vyraak plunged into the mist, and there was silence for a moment before massive booms and flashes of energy spread all across reality for countless light years and echoed alongside it were the roars of the dragon.

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Rowan was gritting his teeth in annoyance. Deceiving two great dimensional entities was taxing, even if they were locked in bitter combat. It was testing him in a manner that he had not imagined before, but this was a challenge that he felt he was capable of conquering with the right tools in place.

In order to do this, Rowan realized that the greatest hazard of this battle was the energy that these entities would give out, and its effect on the lower realms that dotted this region of space. Their battles should never have been fought anywhere near the lower realms, and even in the higher realms, such battles were not encouraged.

It turned out that his assumption was correct, the clash between these two powerhouses had already led to the destruction of hundreds of universes... or so it might seem.

Aiding the massive spell array that Rowan was creating was his Source Level Treasure—Wormtongue. Although primarily made to have its greatest effects when used through the medium of speech, Wormtongue was versatile enough to be used as both an auditory and visual agent which could be twisted to show reality the way the owner of the treasure intended. A vision that was so great it could deceive the senses of an eighth-dimensional immortal.

Rowan had already encircled this entire battlefield with Wormtongue, and when Vyraak had sent out a beam of destructive red flames that had destroyed a hundred universes, well those universes were not destroyed, Rowan had made Wormtongue show the scene of the destruction that simulated what would have happened, and as he was doing that, he was scooping up all those universes for himself, ensuring he left the right amount of debris that was tainted with the flavor of Vyraak's destructive energy.

Being an Eclipsed Creator, he could control the forces of destruction more finely than Vyraak, and it was simply a matter of redistributing energy, although it nearly left him spent.

Handling the energy of destruction was easy, but bending the Will, Fate, and Destiny of an eighth-dimensional immortal was almost impossible, and Rowan had nearly failed in this venture; it was a good thing then that he had a Primordial Weapon that he used to bend this power to his Will.