The Primordial Record - Chapter 720

Chapter 720: The Priests of The Storm God
Chapter 720 The Priests of The Storm God

Circe walked under the Anima of Boreas feeling the immense energy inside it like a massive thunderstorm, just the feet of the Anima were longer than five hundred miles, clad in boots of gold and precious metal, the foot of the Anima was more than a thousand story tall. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Yet she was an Earth god and her perception could hold the entire statue in her consciousness and the awe she felt was controllable to a certain extent.

’what do fuck was she doing in the battles between titans like these?’

The distance shrunk under her feet, as the wind gave her legs wings, but she did not move too quickly as she prepared herself internally letting the weight of this moment sink in.

She emerged beneath the shadow of the Anima, and the brilliant light of the twisting skies of the capital entered her view and she swallowed once more, stunned by the sights and the magnificent temple before her.

"This is such a shame. Aroth is a glorious city, and no matter how much you hold back, you shall destroy its magnificence."

The voice of Rowan sneered, "There is nothing magnificent about this place. It is rotten to the core, and the surface has just been painted with a small coat of polish."

"I beg to differ, perhaps the gods might be corrupted, but the energy of the city... Can you not feel it, Rowan?"

"Your sights are still too shallow Circe, and the walls that divide life and death, the present and the past are still firm in your spirit. Trion is a lake of fire, and in this city, these people are all surviving on a small island in this lake. They may live like this world is everything, but the truth is that they were placed here to be a distraction."

"I don’t want to believe that to be the case."

"You and I are Kin. You can think of me as the brother to your true Ancestor, not the depraved imposter who sits on his throne."

"Family right... no war can be more bloody." Circe muttered.

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As Circe neared the gate of the temple, she began seeing its priests. Thousands of them lined both sides of the walkway in their voluminous robes of blue and white, their heads shaved and their eyes closed as they chanted.

Their voices came together to create a deep tune like the rumble of thunder and the soft sigh of the wind, and the presence of Circe did not disturb them from their state of meditation.

She reached the closed gate of the temple where she was stopped by a gigantic priest who was eighteen feet tall. He lowered his large head and looked at her and Circe noticed that his eyes had been scooped away from the sockets, leaving a deep darkness behind that flashed intermittently with a blue light as if lightning was trapped inside his skull.

"Welcome Daughter of the Storms." The priest said, "You stand before the mighty gate of the God of Storms, within your breast I sense the ferocity of the storm that is still tempered to... perfection." the gigantic priest’s voice became colored with amazement.

Circe regarded the priest who was surprisingly a Dominator at the Earth God level, she bowed in acknowledgment to his words but remained silent.

The priest nodded, his inquiry did not go any further, he could not refuse a child of Boreas to his temple, and for such a talented child, it would be a waste to not bring her into the service of the god.

He made a motion and the massive gate standing more than a thousand feet tall and fifty feet thick began to slowly open,

"Welcome to the home of your Primogenitor, let every heavy burden you carry be laid to rest at his mighty gate."