The Primordial Record - Chapter 1260

Chapter 1260: Tit For Tat



The Primordial Keepers had come across enemies that could cross through the domain of the desert and destroy their Memories, that was not a strange thing when you realized the sort of enemies the Keepers had, they had even encountered enemies that could crush their souls, but the one thing that their Will gave them was a soul that was considered impossible to be destroyed.

This was one of the greatest reasons why the Primordial Keepers were able to stand donating despite the restraint of the bloodline keeping them at the fifth dimension as the highest level they could ever reach.

Since the end of the primordial Era, the Keepers had been killed many times by various powerful forces, but their soul could never be extinguished, they possessed one of the soul bloodlines in reality, and their Will had assured them of the total immortality of their soul. The death of the first Primordial Keeper that drew them inside this space had not been fully comprehended, because Rowan had ensured that the soul of that Keeper had not been consumed by Sheol to ensure that the Keepers had not panicked at the start and performed an action he could not predict, but killing these Keepers he consumed their souls, transforming them Soul Mountains, they were already inside Wormtongue, the time for pretenses were

over.

The shock of the death of the Keepers rippled through the formation, and Rowan would put to shame his Warmaster Title if he did not take advantage of it.

A twist of his wrist turned the blade horizontal and he almost made a one-eighty-degree sweep in front of him, slicing through thousands of Primordial Keepers, and taking another step forward through the gap created in the flame wall with these moves, he instantly arrived in the midst of the Keepers, and he manifested three more arms.

In the next few moments, his six arms made dozens of sweeps while he took seven steps forward. Those steps brought him across nearly a mile of distance, taking him to the precise center of the Primordial Keepers formation, and Rowan breathed out, smoke and steam erupting from his mouth as he winced in pain.

Traveling through their ranks, those sweeps of his blade had turned him into a blender, and behind him, a hundred thousand Keepers shuddered and collapsed into dust.

Rowan's body halted like a marionette whose strings had been cut, his head down and his arms raised, but the harsh wind was making them sway as if they were being held by strings. The fact that he suddenly stopped was not a mistake, a few feet ahead of him, the ground exploded, flinging powerful blasts of yellow soul blades into the sky with so much force that if this space had not been covered by Wormtongue, this blast would have been seen for millions of light years, if he had taken one more step, he would have been sliced into pieces.

This space was incredibly stable, even more than most seventh-dimensional space, yet it still shook under that barrage.

It might appear that in these first few moments, Rowan had all the advantages, but that was not truly the case, his speed was not so unparalleled that he could not be tracked by the Primordial Keepers, and they were not standing in place for him to slaughter them.

The soul of a Keeper was similar to an immortal yet it was also different. Their Will of Soul Scour, unlike any other Wills by other immortals, accompanied their souls, and this Will was like a poison inside of Rowan.

The Sea of Ambrosia which seemed to be infinite began to drop precipitously. As the Wills of the slain Keepers entered his dimension, they sought to cleanse Rowan's soul bloodline, and his bloodline was also performing the same acts on the Will, and this had become a battle of

attrition.

Rowan nearly fell on his face as he appeared as if he was drunk, swaying on unsteady legs and holding his head as he groaned in pain, his pathetic appearance almost belied the fact that he had just killed millions of Primordial keepers with a single spell.

"Abomination! You shall pay for this sacrilege."

Rowan's eyes flashed with a frightening glow, "Your monster is here, come for me."

The Primordial Keepers hesitated and as one, they began the forbidden technique of burning

their soul and Will.

Rowan sensing the power that was beginning to arise from their bodies grinned,

Now, such a power would inevitably kill him, but before he died, he would take all of them

with him.

With a roar, he began channeling a new celestial spell.