The Primordial Record

Chapter 1262:  Death Is Close

Rowan attempted to stand, but he couldn't, he frowned and looked downwards and he noticed that his legs had been crushed, and with the curse of the sneaky Oblivion powers in this rapidly fading dimension his body seemed to have forgotten how to heal.

Yet with his insane physique, he still had access to all his stats that were still above eleven million, and even if he were crawling with his teeth, he still had the same level of agility. Without his body healing, he could not access all this power, but he was far from helpless.

To lift his body upright, Rowan had to use the blades, like a giant spider with six legs, he analyzed what had occurred and the state of the Primordial Keepers at a glance. Their soul blades had nearly killed him, but he had already launched his retaliatory spell a moment before and he would not be the only one to suffer if everything went according to plans.

From the Cherubims he was using to hold himself upright, a black flame emerged that encircled his battered body and forced it upright, since Rowan had given up on his body healing quickly enough to make a difference, he would be using spells to move his body like a marionette, in essence, the Cherubims would be wielding his body, even as he wielded their own.

The Will of the Cherubim Remorse in the form of the cold black flame had spread throughout this space and flowed harmlessly through the ranks of the Primordial Keepers, their upraised defenses detected no danger from the black flame, but they were still watching out for it until the black flame vanished without seemingly accomplishing anything.

However, the Primordial Keepers did not let down their guard as a brand new spell was already taking shape overhead that should end this battle once and for all. The soul blade barrage had given them the time to begin building upon their yellow soul flame and they were about to unleash another devastating spell barrage on the broken body of Rowan in the center of the battlefield. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The only warning the Primordial Keepers received that something was wrong was incredibly brief, a brief flash of darkness and yellow flames and then their numbers swelled as the purpose of Rowan's spell became manifested.

The Cherubim Remorse resurrected the dead, or more specifically it resurrected everything that was killed by the cherubims and placed them under the control of the Angel.

An utterly ridiculous spell that could be used with devastating results in a war because after this spell was unleashed, until Remorse was killed, every fallen would be resurrected under the Cherubim's control.

It was no wonder that the powers of the Cherubim were suppressed by the higher order of Seraphim, for their spells were almost forbidden.

The sense of danger that the Primordial Keepers felt was the sudden and unexpected appearance of the million-plus Primordial Keepers already slain in this battle. With the appearance of these dead Keepers, chaos swirled through the entire ranks of the Primordial Keepers and a slight gap appeared in the formation being used to craft their next spell barrage, Remorse took advantage of that gap.

The spell barrage being summoned to crush Rowan were not soul blades but a swirling tornado made of soul shards that were massive chunks of yellow crystalline rocks, each the size of small hills and rotating so fast that each created swirls of air that could crush worlds.

This move was in reaction to Rowan's defense, the clean methods he used to deflect the soul blades had shown the Primordial Keepers that in the case of techniques, they could not equal this enemy, but in terms of power, he could be crushed. If he could slice apart a soul blade, he would be unable to shred apart a soul mountain. The truth of this statement would never be known because the dead Primordial Keepers that appeared seized control of this spell that was heading towards Rowan and they made it fall on the heads of the Keepers. They simply broke the controlling structure of the spell, leaving it to fall towards the earth.

Rowan watched the mountains of sharp yellow crystal fall, they numbered in the thousands and were so heavy and rotating so quickly, that there was a great possibility that they may shred through this space. Even from the ground, the wind they were blasting out was shoving the black flames that covered his body back for thousands of feet and he had to plunge his blades into the ground to keep his footing. "Tsk… They really did not check the powers of their spells before they released it. Remorse, push it further!"

The resurrected Primordial Keepers had not stopped at just disrupting the spell, they took it a step further and they pulled down on the crystal mountains, causing the falling speed of the soul crystals to multiply.

Hasty defenses were pulled up as the Keepers materialized a dome of force above their heads even as they tackled the saboteurs in their midst. The resurrected Keepers did not care about their defense even as they were being torn apart, the spell of Remorse could not resurrect them again, but it could keep them alive longer than was naturally possible, and so they kept pulling down the soul mountain faster towards the earth.

The first of the soul crystal mountains fell on the hasty defenses of the Keepers, and it did not hold for more than a few moments before the yellow field of force exploded releasing massive shockwaves that were drowned by the roar of the soul mountain impacting among the formation of the Primordial Keepers.

"Boom!"

Rowan braced himself as the earth shook and the flash of light from the crashing spells filled the world with light and smoke, and this was just the beginning, just twenty percent of the spell had impacted the earth, and the rest eighty percent had clustered together and if they hit the ground the devastation under the pull of the rogue Keepers would be calamitous.

By all rights, he should try to lay low and brace as he was outside the range of the spell devastation, but Rowan did not see it in this manner, already shivering from the influx of Keeper souls entering his Sea of Ambrosia, Rowan charged into the devastation.

The earth cracked and reality shattered, Rowan weaved in between the devastation, every single passing moment he was escaping death by the barest of margins, however, this meant that he was reaping the lives of Primordial Keepers like grass, because as he was weaving his way through the devastation, he was coming across pockets of Keepers who could barely register his presence before he cut them down.

The world in Rowan's perception shrank to a dot that was drenched in red, every Keeper being killed under the impact of the spell and his own actions were shaking his dimension as their souls and Wills devastated his consciousness, but Rowan did not stop, he was familiar with battling on the edge of death, and now he was seeing himself going far past the edge, but he was refusing to slow down.

It seemed like forever, but the devastation ended and Rowan would have collapsed if not for the blanket of black flames holding him up.

He was blind, the flesh from his skull long scoured clean as he pushed through the chaos, and his arms could no longer hold on to the Cherubim, and they plunged into the ground around him,

"Ah… death is so close."