The Primordial Record

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.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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 was an odd sensation for Rowan to resist the call of Oblivion as he struggled to call up his senses even as he forgot how to do something like that, he knew that it was vitally important that he brought up his defenses but his mind was hazy, and thinking was hard, was it not easier to just forget everything?

Despite all of this, even when he could barely make any motion with his body, Rowan still crooked his fingers, and the blades of the Cherubim that had straightened themselves from the last blow pushed upwards and crossed themselves in front of him as another wave of soul crush slammed into Rowan, whose body was still pressed against the walls of Wormtongue. "Boom!"

His instinctive reaction was what stopped him from dying again, as he was pressed nearly flat. His blood was blasted explosively from his flesh, and they shot up into the air for hundreds of miles, and as they fell to the ground, they shone like red stars, each drop of it was heavier than a planet, in a moment it was as if it was raining red meteors in the entire space.

"Death..." Rowan could barely whisper with his mind that had nearly become blank, "It comes..."

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Waves after waves of soul crush slammed into Rowan, and his body became wrecked beyond belief, and there, beyond the edge of death his gaze became clear, and the winds stopped.

The dimension had paid a terrible price to scramble Rowan's perception in order to keep him in place while the Primordial Keepers tore him to pieces.

To keep him down, the rate at which the dimension dissipated accelerated, and when the winds stopped, Ganem Prime was history, and the moment its effect ended, Rowan's eyes opened and his mind began working at their peak once more, he saw that the Primordial Keepers that were left barely numbered in the thousand, but they were the strongest.

While their bloodline lock placed their potential at the fifth dimension level, it did not mean that all Primordial Keepers had reached the fifth dimension. Most of them had stopped at the fourth-dimensional level, and only the elite among their number had been able to push to the limit of their bloodline, and these were the ones that had survived.

The Keepers had played a long game, making sure that the strongest among them had survived the battle at its height so that they could finish it when the time was right. The danger had been unprecedented, but their victory was assured.

A loud shrill scream emerged from the bodies of the Primordial Keepers as they readied another wave of offense that was more powerful than Soul Crush.

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.