The Primordial Record - Chapter 1453

Chapter 1453 No One Is Worthy

This unknown Earth god had spent a lot of energy destroying this continent and killing everyone inside of it, and in addition to the Tribulation they were currently undergoing, it would be amazing if they had a fraction of their energy stores left, and under the crushing power of the Tribulation, they was going to be greatly distracted, this would give Rowan the brief window that would aid him in damaging the corporeal body of this Earth god to the extent that he might exhaust the last drop of Aether and Essence in their body.

In fact, he might not need to even reach that point if he could destabilize the mental state of the Earth god to the extent that they could no longer handle their Tribulation effectively, the backlash they would receive would be able to kill them, and all of this would have to be done without him making a single mistake, because the present gap between this body and the Earth god was so massive that only a slight error on his part and he would be vaporized.

There would be no second chances if Rowan failed here, then he would have no choice to reveal his Origin powers to escape the shackles of this fragile form, or he would destroy his body so he could be resurrected elsewhere, but doing something like that would make it nearly impossible for him to return to the Land of Miracles to access the ocean of Primordial Life's memories, whom Rowan was sure would have the answers that would smoothen his path to the sixth dimension and reveal why he was hesitating in fully activating his Origin bloodline.

Rowan was getting closer to a hovering ball of flesh that was almost a thousand meters in circumference and filled with large pustules that bled a disgusting yellow ooze which fell on the earth, where it corroded a large swath of land, causing a massive crater to be formed below the wriggling fleshy sack, which spewed out large amount of toxic smoke.

His eyes narrowed, this was an important detail, he was sure of it, instincts born out of being a near-omniscient being made him take note of this corrosive slime, it was the right moment for him to begin gathering weapons that could be used against this Earth god, heaven knows, he would need all the help that he could get.

Rowan's ear twitched as he caught an unexpected sound under the endless screams from the ball of flesh, and he stopped running, staying in place so that he could listen, and he heard it again, quickly catching that these were words, and the faint sounds of whispers. He was not alone.

Acting more on instincts than thought, Rowan's left hand blurred and grasped the air three times in front of him, the first was on his forehead, the second his throat and the last was his chest, he did not need to look down at his hand to know that he had just caught three arrows, and from the way his fist was trembling, the power of the arrow would not have killed him, but would have been enough to weaken him.

This was good; it meant he was against people who were nearer his level, and that meant that he could effectively resist, even if they were many times his number. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

His eyes were peering into the distance, even as he began moving toward the direction where the bolts were fired, without access to any form of ranged attack, he was at the mercy of the archer if he could not close the distance quickly. Range attacks were his greatest shortcoming in this body, and the answer was to quickly close the gap.

Rowan had already noticed several nondescript marks on his surroundings that he avoided, it was not hard for him to discern that those were traps, and if he were to be mired inside any of them, his situation would change from bad to worse because he heard multiple voices, there were more than one hunter here, and he was not as alone as he once thought.

Again his left hand flashed in front of him, and he caught another three arrows, but the power behind them was weaker than the first salvo, and Rowan was able to track down the location of the archer, who must have been spooked by both Rowan's speed and freakish coordination

He had clasped the first three arrows in his right hand, and now he squeezed both of his fists, breaking all six arrows near the tip, allowing their feathered backend to fall to the ground, essentially giving him six darts, he had no long-range abilities, true, but with a good enough weapon in his hand, he could rectify those shortcomings, especially when he discovered that the archer was powerful, but there was only one of them, a pincer attack would have been a bit irritating, but a single archer was too small a threat. His steps had never stopped and with his speed, he crossed through the space separating the archer and him so quickly that the archer did not have time to release another round of attacks when two arrowheads, flying as quickly as bullets blasted toward their position where they impacted with a sound that was as loud as an explosion.

Rowan heard a muffled curse and a cry of pain as the archer who hid inside a pile of corpses at the top of a shattered mansion fell from his perch, the arm holding his bow hanging broken to the side, tracking the falling body with his eyes, Rowan set the tip of another dart on his middle finger and was about to flick it to end the life of the archer when he diverted the bolt to the side while shooting the last three in a seemingly random fashion around him.

Cries of shock and curses erupted near his position as six figures that had been cloaked in invisibility were revealed after a massive explosion that flung out white flames around Rowan.

There had been one archer and six other figures present here, and as Rowan was stealing towards the Archer, they had been coming closer to ambush him while they were all under a cloak.

The bolt that Rowan had released, which had been meant to take the archer's life, had been diverted towards a bright white fireball; although at that time, the fireball had been invisible, Rowan's senses were extremely powerful and backed by his wisdom had detected the heat meters away and also its caster.

He had flicked that bolt in such a manner that it had been revolving like a bullet, and so it shattered the structural integrity of that fireball, causing it to explode, shattering the invisible cloak covering the attackers near him, and the bolt that had almost melted into slag continued on its path before impacting its caster in the chest, blasting the fragile mage backward for dozens of feet as a pale blue shield that covered the mage flickered and almost went out.

Rowan inferred that the only reason the mage had been this close to him was that he was cloaking the rest from his sight, but now that he was out of commission, he could easily see the rest of them clearly.

They were dressed in black armor and leather, and their faces were painted red with what his nose told him was blood, they had a focused yet crazed look in their eyes that Rowan instantly found to be familiar, and the killing intent in his heart died off, but seeing their looks, he knew he could not get them to listen unless he broke them, and that was what he set out to do.

The last three bolts he released pierced towards the three attackers closest to him, the first was slim, having a ranger-like build, and holding twin scimitars, the bolt headed towards him was almost invisible with the force Rowan had thrown it with, but this ranger was fast and he brought both scimitars in front of him to block, however, he had underestimated the power of the bolt as it slammed his weapons into his chest and took him off his feet where he collided with his partner behind him, driving both of them to the ground in a tangled mess.

The last two bolts found their target almost instantaneously, and although his attackers were skilled, blocking the blows with their weapons or shields, they were thrown back, leaving a single warrior who had neared Rowan enough that he could swing his great sword at his neck in a sweeping blow that caused the short hair on Rowan's head to almost be blown straight back and pain erupt all over his skin before the blade had even reached him.

Rowan's eyes flashed with a bright light and his body moved without conscious thought, trusting his instincts because his mind was too fragile to process a ton of information as he was always used to, and he could not access more of his brain power without any sort of energy powering his consciousness, and so he had to rely on his subconscious, using this method to draw out more processing power from his mind than any mortal should be able to.

He punched upward, striking the flat of the blade when it was a feet away from his neck, and the blade was swept upwards, whooshing above his head, his second fist was already heading for the throat of the warrior, who hastily blocked the punch with his arm but a loud crack signified that his bones had broken under that blow, and before the warrior could bring down his blade that had nearly been loosened from his grasp by the first punch, Rowan had already unleashed a fierce kick at his waist, nearly bending the seven-foot man into the a rough c-shape as he body was flung to the side.

His weapon fell from his hand and was easily caught by Rowan, who hefted the blade, checking it for any defects as well as analyzing its weight and sharpness, satisfied, he drew an arc on the ground in front of him as he swept the blade to the side, waiting for his ambushers to rise, as he stared at the ball of flesh hanging not far away from him.

"Who the hell are you?!" The ranger rasped as he slowly got to his feet, "Do you worship him? Are you the minion of the Dark One?"

Rowan was scrutinizing the ball of flesh more intently, checking if their little skirmish had drawn any sort of attention from the Earth god because if any sort of plan would work it needed to be an ambush, he saw no signs of that and so he distractedly replied to the ranger,

"No one is worthy of my worship."

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