The Primordial Record - Chapter 1143

Chapter 1143: Time To Return Home



The Inheritance Ground began to vibrate once more, this time it was even more intense as even the higher-dimensional Chaos Bloods had to struggle to keep their perception in check. It was almost as if the Inheritance Ground was shaking in anger, pressing everyone to the ground. Labaletai would be screaming if he could.

The entire horizon over the Inheritance Ground which was so vast it could hold hundreds of universes was painted with the color of red and yellow, as if the heavens had transformed into a bleeding flesh that was filled with dripping pus, and this sentiment was brought to life as the color deepened, the shades becoming darker until it became flesh.

From the flesh that covered the entire heavens, large weeping sores erupted that released a waterfall of pus that could drown out entire galaxies. Every Chaos Blood under the level of Will were destroyed and if not for the Inheritance Ground that kept their soul safe and assured them of being resurrected, then the majority of Chaos Blood would have perished on this day. This was not an attack by the entity overhead, it was simply that its presence was so foul that looking upon it without a foundation of a higher dimension behind you was a fate that would lead to death or worse.

The flesh overhead began to wiggle, entire universe wide skin sag and folded into itself as features of a face were created. It did not take long before a massive face was revealed, and this face was hideous, also because the face was larger than a hundred universes stacked together, the horrifying visage nearly led those at the fourth dimensional level into madness.

The left side of the face was skinless, exposing bleeding muscles filled with pus and maggots that were so massive they could easily swallow galaxies. The two eyes on the face appeared dead, but the yellow light within those orbs glowed with a crazed intelligence.

The mouth of the gigantic face opened up and a long black tongue stretched across to pierce through the left side of its nostrils that were nothing but a wet flap of bleeding flesh and dug inside it. The eyes of the creature closed in apparent bliss as if it enjoyed torturing itself.

Labaletia felt his mind fracturing and he suppressed the growing madness within, knowing they were before the firstborn son of Chaos.

"You say pleasant words to my ears sister. If you believe I shall fall to the hands of our father, what draws you away from his side? In the entirety of known reality, what could bring the mighty Mother of Poison away from your bended knee at the side of a shackled Chaos?"

"Would you not like to know..." Shahmaran chuckled, "Yet this is a secret I shall hold to my heart Caine, still you can be assured, I do not come seeking for you."

Caine smile vanished, "If that is the case, then don't let me hold you back from your target dear sister."

The massive face began to fade away, but it muttered something that only Shahmaran could hear,

"You know that it did not have to be this way. We could have been so much more, father and I, but he chose to betray everything that he stood for, he became everything he taught me to hate, dear sister, do not blame for my path, it was all I have ever being made to know. You stand against me in this conflict, but I want you to know that when I kill you, I shall mourn you, and I will enjoy every last bite I take from your flesh, down to the last morsel."

The gigantic face finally faded away, and Labaletai used ghe opportunity to destroy the Avatar he had inside the Inheritance Ground, he did not know the ramifications of what he heard here today, and he did not wish to know, he simply wanted to finish the task that wsd laid out for him and leave the matters of monsters to monsters.

Unknown to Labaletai, the instant he destroyed his Avatar and left, Shahmaran had turned to his position and her body faded away, and when it returned it was over his shattered remnant. At this time her form was fully humanoid, with long black hair, red lips and an extremely beautiful features, clad in a beautiful white dress, Shahmaran was one of the most beautiful women in all of existence.

She drew one of the pieces of Labaletai's Avatar that was smaller than an atom to her index finger and brought it to her nose and she smiled as she scented the smell of her target. After a million years, she had finally found the being who worked Chaos from his slumber and allowed him to release his penultimate talent into reality.

"Aahh... His name is Rowan, a strong name. It is time for you to return home."