The Primordial Record - Chapter 1263

Chapter 1263: Soul Annihilation



Rowan, who could barely stand, smiled when he suddenly felt death incoming, he crooked his finger into claws, and the six blades of the Cherubim pushed out from the earth where he had placed them and crossed themselves in front of him, his legs bent to the side as he began to change position, he should have been able to dodge what was coming, but unexpectedly, his mind became blank and he faltered,

"Boom!"

A monumental force slammed into the six Cherubims with so much power that despite their strengths, the blades became bent and shoved backward into Rowan's chest.

His unsteady body was not a good cushion and he was shoved backward, his body practically disappearing with the force of the collision, as he left a trail of blood and scattered flesh behind for thousands of miles, and a moment later, another massive boom occurred as his body struck Wormtongue at the edge of this space, tens of thousands of miles away.

At the site of the collision, a massive shockwave erupted that shattered the surrounding space, leaving cracks for miles that quickly healed up, but the cracks caused nightmarish screams and alien lights to emerge that corrupted this reality before it closed up, and Wormtongue in the distance quivered under the strain of maintaining this space.

Rowan's mind went blank for a moment, the incredible impact scrambling his consciousness, which for Rowan should not be possible due to the high number of consciousness pillars he had, but the effects of Oblivion suddenly surged to an incredible height, and if he was not wrong, then this realm in a fit of madness was aiding the Primordial Keepers to block his senses, it was the only reason that he had not seen the massive build-up of power that had nearly crushed him.

It turned out that the Primordial Keepers had used more than one final technique the moments before, and the ones that were intercepted by the Cherubim Remorse were simply the spell on the surface which was Soul Mountain, the other that Rowan could barely block was called Soul Crush, and if Soul Mountain was an area of effect spell, Soul Crush was a targeted one.

In its primary state, Soul Crush was made to crush the souls of higher dimensional immortals, and now it had been transformed into a crushing force that was aimed at the flesh. With the powers of the Primordial Keepers increased a hundredfold, this crushing force became something that Rowan could hardly withstand.

Rowan's body was nearly crushed to the walls of Wormtongue, and his blood that was red flowed like a river, it was as if his flesh had forgotten its inherent immortality, and this wound was considered fatal. He could not even breathe as he struggled to do so.

His chest was crushed and even if this was the case, he should have no reason to breathe, after all, he had not breathed any air for almost a billion years, but his mortal blood seemed to have deceived Rowan's senses and he had forgotten that he did not need this particular frailty of the flesh.

The attack of this realm using Oblivion was more dangerous to Rowan than the spells of the Primordial Keepers.

It did not matter that Rowan seemed to have died but was simply too stubborn to go down, the deaths of millions of Keepers meant that they would not stop until there was nothing remaining of Rowan in existence, and even then they would still burn this reality for millions of years to make sure that not even his Aura remained. This was the most dangerous being they had come across throughout their entire existence, not the most powerful, but the most

dangerous.

A massive phantom that resembled a cross between a man and a crow began to take shape behind the Primordial Keepers, as a vast burst of energy swept from their formation, chewing through the earth and shaking this entire space.

There was no way that Rowan should be able to move, but he did. Black flames poured out from the Cherubims and encased his body, and at this point, his body was made more from flames than flesh, and he pushed himself until he stood.

Another blast erupted from the Primordial Keepers and he was nearly pushed to the ground, and he knew that if he fell, he would not be standing up again, and he braced himself while

groaning in pain.

Rowan sighed, although everything had gone according to his plans, and he had weakened the Primordial Keepers while allowing them to kill him, it still made him upset.

He had made two plans, the first of them was that the Primordial Keepers would be the ones to kill him because the end of this day was already fixed and that is, he must die, and if not from the hands of the Primordial Keepers, then it would be by his own.

Rowan should be glad, even with the aid of the Cherubim and Wormtongue, he had been fighting at a disadvantage, and the fact that he could eliminate more than ninety-nine percent of all Primordial Keepers in existence when he was in such a state was already a great accomplishment, but there was something inside him that did not allow him to go down even when he should have nothing left to give.

The Spell of the Primordial Keepers became complete- Soul Annihilation.

Their furious gaze fell upon Rowan, and even blind, he perceived them and he grinned, and then his body seemed to shiver and three extra arms appeared, and they were holding three more Cherubim blades, and chanting a spell, the three hands made a throwing motion, making the blades vanished, when they reappeared they were in front of the Primordial Keepers, and before any defenses could be made, the three blades pierced through their ranks, impaling hundreds and shooting out behind them without any momentum being lost. Rowan's body vanished, appearing beside the three blades and he held them, and now he was behind their formation.

All of this happened nearly in an instant.