The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2136

Chapter 2136: A Sharp Change

All of these defenders began to move towards their assigned space for the defense of this realm in the moments the shields went down.

Yes, the shields would not last forever, and the fact that they had held on for so long was a testament to how much preparation and genius went into their creation.

Hundreds of thousands of Primordial-level beings had smashed themselves to death against this shield, and before they died, they made sure that they detonated their Origin Core.

It was as if they no longer cared about their life or death, even though any Primordial-level being on the side of the enemy was fiercely intelligent, but the call of the Ancient Primordials could not be resisted.

"BOOM... BOOM... BOOM..."

Relentless detonation shook all of Existence, and the fifty Primordials who were unlucky to be outside when the host had descended had all been killed, all except Telmus, whose figure could not be discerned.

In the depths of the Prime Axis, the Mountain of Ascension trembled and turned red hot as the light of Eos’s Origin Land shone upon it, and the fifty dead Primordials were resurrected from the molten earth of the mountain.

As Primordials, as long as Eos was still alive and could maintain the essence and soul energy required, every dead Primordial could be infinitely resurrected, but this would only happen if they were not killed by a blow so powerful that it could reach into the Origin Land of Eos and shatter their core.

This would have been possible if they were facing the Ancient Primordials, but thankfully, on the battlefield, none of the Ancient Primordials were present, and they could battle without fear for as long as they could, or as long as Eos could endure.

The Primordials were lucky that they had the potential to fight forever; the unlucky ones were the countless who had not touched Origin and were struck outside the shield when the war began.

If they were lucky to be killed by a lower-dimensional horror, their Soul Origin was safe inside the Origin Realms, but if they were killed by a Primordial-level attack, even their Soul Origin would be shattered and sent to End.

Regretfully, the number of Primordials attacking the Origin Realms was so vast in number that the echoes of their screams tore the lower-dimensional immortals to pieces before they could even understand how they died.

They were lucky in the sense that they died quickly, as the focus of the armies was breaking the Origin Realms defenses, or they would suffer scars that would affect even their Soul Origin.

The crash on the shield continued, and the defenses of the Realm of Aetheron were being continuously upgraded, as the first Realm in the sight of the army, a maniacal relentlessness was in the heart of the horde... and this endless bombardment continued for three years!

The number of the dead whose bodies had been crushed against the shield was uncountable, and after so much time had passed, the first of the fifth generation of Primordials began to have his Tribulation.

Another decade passed, and this relentless relentless bombardment was pouring down on the Origin Realm was nearing the third decade, and then everything changed.

From the beginning of the bombardment, the endless horde had been focused on a single point, acting like a drill that wanted to tear through a single spot on a shield, hoping for a single crack upon it that would be the source for them to breach.

Technically, this was one of the most efficient ways to shatter a shield, as the strain of maintaining a single spot of defense would be greater than attacking the entirety of the Origin Realms... however, this was only an issue if the attacker had limited numbers!

For so long, the attitude of the horde had been one of relentless bombardment, but in the third decade, precisely in the moment when the first of Eos Incarnation completed his Ascension to the realm of Primordial and became the Primordial of Light, the infinite horde began to spread itself and began covering the entirety of the ten thousand Origin Realms.

Telmus, who was watching all of this happen from a height, felt as if he was looking at a small seed being covered by a horde of insects.

The ten thousand Origin Realms, whose lights had been shining across Existence, were covered in its entirety, and every spot on the shield grew red hot as a bombardment that was exponentially greater than everything that had taken place before erupted.

In fact, in a single picosecond, the amount of energy released was equal to the total amount of energy released in the thirty years of bombardment.