The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2140

Chapter 2140: The Guardians of The Primordials

It was almost a comical sight to see the vast horde screaming down from the heavens, only to see their bodies halt in place before they were squeezed into a thin spiral and then even that spiral vanished, and even some of the primordial level abominations did not survive this process, after all, this was a weapon made to kill Primordials, and killing all these trillions of small fries alongside them was nothing.

But the hordes were relentless, and their numbers could not be counted. These mighty machines began to break down underneath the strain of repeatedly compressing space-time to its smallest point and extinguishing it.

Power from the core of the realm was pumped into it, but even the divine alloys used in their creation could not withstand the strain, and one by one they were slowly collapsing... and this was not all.

Running the machines were Old Ones and lower-dimensional immortals, but at the moment, some of them began making mistakes, causing the machines they were operating to begin failing, and before long, half of these gigantic machines became floating wreckage, leaving the heavy burdens for the rest to bear.

They could not hold out for long before they collapsed. In the short time that these machines were in operation, they had killed countless abominations, and while they were successful, another massive crystal was growing above, drinking in the deaths of every abomination, and although it was a third of the size of the first, it still cracked open and exploded.

"VHROOSSSHHH!!!"

Another wave of darkness erupted from it, further suppressing the power of Origin on the Realm and causing the strength of the abominations to rise. Their bloodlusted roar left space and time trembling, as trillions of abominations broke past the cloud layer, and then they could now fully see the defenders of the Origin Realms. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Leading the charge were Nyxara’s Soulwraiths, billions of them materializing from the rifts like ghosts born of nightmare. Each seven-foot silhouette of translucent black mist glided silently, with its vortex-maws swirling with the harvested screams of murdered realities.

"Soulwraiths!" A General who was an Old One screamed, as he bravely led the charge into the sky, followed by billions of fellow warriors, all clad in armor of pure causality.

They knew that they needed to hold back the horde long enough for the Primordials to recover, and even when they understood that this action would most likely lead to their death, none of them turned back.

Warriors with tears streaming down their eyes raised up blades of light and shadow and hurled themselves into the sky to cut down their end. It was worth noting that this battle was to be fought in total darkness, and only the light of the armor worn by the defenders lit up the way.

Billions met trillions, and the air turned into a grinder of death and destruction. The weapons and the armor of the defenders were the greatest in Existence, forged by Primordial Crafters. They enhanced the survivability and power of every single warrior on the battlefield, and something amazing happened... the smaller party was holding back the tide.

For a hundred million years, the Primordial had guarded and protected them. For the Primordials, a hundred million years might seem like a small period, barely a blink of an eye, but for everyone here, they had lived lives that stretched for millions of years, loved, laughed and cried... some of them here were even as young as ten thousand years, and for lesser immortals like them, this stretch of time was long enough for them to live and enjoy the peace and prosperity granted to them by the Primordials and the Grand Creator.

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