The Primordial Record novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331 The Greatest Battlefield In The Galaxy

"Mother, you have not changed a bit. Ever the same… with ambitions beyond the heavens, no wonder I became like this. My daughter is different, yet I understand the necessities of power, and I wish I could spare her the pain." Telmus' eyes became focused on the image and his hand moved as if he wanted to squeeze Fury's neck, "I could kill him right now… it would be so easy."

Minerva nodded, "yes, you could. Maybe you should. But then, Kuranes is also here, and to keep the pact intact, I will be obligated to stop you."

Telmus bared his teeth, "One day, I would like to see that."

Minerva arched her brow, "Your insolence is no longer charming… The burdens I placed on you will no longer be removed, you will fight your oncoming battles with it. Show me who you really are… or perish, a million years from now or ten million… I will find another like you."

Telmus smiled, and lifted his hands, and it was as if he was burdened by a heavy weight, he shrugged, "I am Telmus. There will never be anyone like me."

He had made his statement to express his state of mind and his supreme confidence, and that was enough.

He turned and walked away, the stars far away shuddering with each footstep he took.

It was possible if you had a special sort of vision to see around his body, then you would see heavy chains like spider webs surrounding him that connected to far off stars in space, and every step that Telmus took… he dragged them along.

The goddess his mother had laid a seal upon him to fight a battle beyond all mortal comprehension, perhaps even gods would falter before this task, but Telmus accepted it, even with the magnitude of the task before him, he did not beg for her pity or that the seal should be lifted, for he believed with every fiber of his body, that he was invincible.

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"We have just left the Tiberius Encampment and the road to the battlefield is up ahead, you have to watch your footing, for we will be sprinting across fifty miles under heavy bombardment. This is Death Valley! You lose a single step and you die. You hesitate for an instant and you die. Your luck shifts a little to the side and… you die. This is the death trap that you need to survive in order to reach the battlefields. Pray to your Ancestors… Pray to your gods. Hell and all its riches await us."

The man speaking was a ten-foot giant in powered armor. He was a famous genius from the Horush Family who was in the Spirit Territory Realm, Micah.

He was speaking to three hundred plus warriors behind him, male and female, all Dominators at the Incarnation State, who hailed from the various Noble families.

This place was the gateway to the site of perhaps the greatest ongoing war ever in the history of the Nebular Galaxy.

There were tales of great corpses, thousands of miles long, of great Palaces and instruments of war. There were tales of entire worlds being dragged down and lost inside the battlefield… Countless tales of horror and wonder and madness, beyond what could be told in a thousand-mortal lifespan.

With the increasing aggression of Dominators in the Empire waging war on the surrounding worlds and increasing the boundary of the Empire, many foreign powers began to enter the field of the greatest battle in the galaxy.

Whether it was because of revenge or the desire to get stronger due to the nature of the battlefield and all the countless treasures left on it, it was clear to all that this field of battle was filling up faster than the occupants were dying, increasing the chaos of it all, to an unfathomable degree.

The factions on the battlefield are no longer black and white, but endless shades of gray.

Except for slaves and those that were condemned to death, you had to be at least the Rift State or its equal in order to be able to survive even the periphery of the battlefield.

Any battles fought here that were at the second great circle and below were not considered a battle, just minor skirmishes, even if millions were to die.

Nezrakim and Dora, after two whole years, the two Archangels finally reached the Battlefield.