The Primordial Record - Chapter 963

Chapter 963 A Thousand Years Secrets (4)

Minerva's broken body was nearly unrecognizable, crushed and shattered, her body was scattered around for hundreds of feet, but her Demon King's frame was massive, so the pieces of her flesh that were scattered around were large, but these pieces were beginning to vanish, something was crawling among her shattered flesh, consuming every single morsel in their path, and before long, the culprit was revealed, it was a massive centipede.

Well, massive by a mortal's standard. Nearly fifty feet long and possessing armor that reeked of the Abyss, the centipede's body resembled a living adamantium train. Its steps which had been silent all these while became loud as it was a walking mountain range, it appeared that the centipede was no longer hiding its presence.

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Inside this centipede, he could detect an echo of his bloodline. This should be the arm he had lost while he was a mortal inside the Nexus and afflicted by the Flesh of Madness while fleeing from Lamia.

With the benefit of hindsight, he could see how everything had changed for him after that day had passed.

This curse had emerged from Minerva herself and was what led to the mutation in Rowan's Soul Reaver bloodline, which pushed him into a variant evolutionary path that eventually led to the creation of his Sheol bloodline. Without infecting his pure soul's bloodline with the Abyss, which in a convoluted manner led him to the lineage of the Celestials, he wondered what form his Soul bloodline would appear in.

These were questions that were almost impossible to answer, the number of bloodlines in the Primordial Record was unfathomable, and the direction he could have taken was unknown, nevertheless, he did not regret what came off of it.

He had detected the presence of this centipede before the battle had started all the way back in Trion as a one-dimensional entity inside the Vault of Boreas, and Rowan understood then that his lost left arm did not only contain the corruption of Minerva's Abyssal roots but unknowingly to even this Demon King, his bloodline had terrifying roots that were linked to a Primordial. How could the Demon King ever suspect such a thing? It was unknown if she was even aware of the presence of Primordials, talkless of detecting their Wills. This was not a particularly strange thing to happen, despite how old Minerva was, the Primordials were even older and they hardly left shining traces of themselves behind.

.... Caine. Rowan had expected his presence, but he still hated the fact that he was right. At this time he was filled with a faint sense of tiredness and loss, and he did not want to fight.

Rowan smiled. 'The slimy bastard, if he was not aware of his character, he would have easily fallen for the tricks of Caine. If the fight against the Reflections was the side dish, this was the main course.'

Inside his dimension, Rowan was a hair's breadth away from crushing a million Soul Mountains and unleashing such an amount of devastation that in theory, he should be able to shatter at least a dozen universes at once.

The voice that emerged from the centipede did not come from its head that appeared to be asleep and unaware that its body was being piloted, instead, it emerged from its back, where a bulge like a tumor began to emerge.

The bulge cracked apart the shell of the centipede as easily as a hot knife through snow, and two arms covered in a noxious fluid of birth—blood and pus and other unmentionable but rank liquids emerged from it.

The arms were humanoid but were as long as spider limbs. They sought purchase on the bridge, before they began to heave, pushing the rest of the body out of the tumor with a disgusting squelching sound.

What arose first was the head of Caine, but it was twisted around so his face was looking at his back before the rest of his twisted torso escaped the shell of the centipede.

His legs which were also as extended as a spider were folded in the wrong position, and his joints were clearly not meant to be in that position for they were swollen and inflamed, the bones nearly tearing out from his skin.

The head of Caine pressed down so it could find Rowan and his closed eyes opened, revealing two yellow diseased orbs.

He looked at his warped body in amusement and sighed, "You are what you eat I guess."