The Primordial Record novel Chapter 876

Chapter 876 Breaking The Rules

Rowan's consciousness passed through the long stretch of decimated undead and the unlucky mages or demons who were struck by the cannons; he could feel his pile of Soul Crystals swell up from the death of hundreds of millions, including dozens of Soul Mountains.

This wave of destruction had reminded him of Telmus, each of these cannons could be said to be a Mini-Telmus, capable of unleashing a potent wave of destruction with a single move using Intent as its vehicle, although it lacked the sheer control needed to weave all this destruction in a focused direction, leading to a wide dispersal of its energy, it was still more than enough to kill even a Demon Prince and any Immortal below.

Originally such a blow should do nothing but shatter their bodies and would be nothing but an annoying inconvenience, inside his dimension, every death was permanent.

If not for the tight grasp their leaders had over them, he doubted that any immortal would ever want to enter his dimension. Rowan could imagine that it was not really difficult to push demons into this battle, but for extremely conservative figures like Archmages, what could be the reason that they would choose to fight a battle with such a steep margin of error?

Demons were primordial beings to whom the concept of death did not truly matter, but mages were different, unlike demons whose growth was also dependent on bloodline, a mage struggled from a mortal to become an immortal Archmage, they treasured their lives, and dying here for an unknown benefit was madness.

He detected the hands of the Reflections inside this matter, and for a moment Rowan wanted to pursue this line of thought and figure out how to cause a disunity in their ranks, but he tapered this thought. It was unlikely that he would be able to present enough evidence to cause a rebellion, and besides it was not as if the mages here were not guilty.

Intruding into his home and dimension only meant one thing, that would be thorough elimination. No one here would leave alive. Two of the Reflections were already inside his dimension, including the one he could not wait to kill, but before then, this war was just beginning and there was much to learn about their enemies, every moment spent here was another moment gained in his digestion of the Supreme World and elevation of his Ouroboros bloodline.

The unstable situation of Sheol was deliberate. His city was still in flux, it needed a shape, and it needed Soul Energy, but Rowan was holding back, because its current appearance made the shape of his bloodline to be unknown.

The Third Prince was cunning, and he would not allow him any chance to gain information that could shift the course of this battle. His father had been a great teacher, and Rowan would show him everything he had learned before he killed him with his two hands.

A major part of his attention was placed on the Third Prince and Golgoth, there were several other individuals with them that were hidden in a strange darkness, it was most likely that the third Reflection was hidden inside that darkness, alongside other powerful figures like Demon Kings, Tower Masters, and God Kings. Rowan had easily noticed that among all the immortals on the battlefield, the highest were High gods, Demon Princes, and Archmages below Seven Stars.

Like him, the Third Prince was keeping his powerhouses behind to recover and also tease out his capabilities. Rowan could see the grin on the face of the madman, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Rowan contemplated sending his powers to attack him immediately, but he held back, it was unknown the preparation his father must have made around him, the fact that he revealed his presence so early meant he was confident enough to survive whatever Rowan had thrown at him previously.

If he was confident in waiting, Rowan had no problem with it, time was also what he needed at this time.

Whatever disruption caused by the teleportation had not truly subsided but the enemy weapons were not only in their numbers but the armament that they also carried as well. They came with many weapons and they began unleashing them. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

As she feared, a greater portion of the army was recovering faster than she had anticipated and the lights from billions of various spells and techniques were beginning to smolder inside their ranks.

Eva gave another order and the Spell Weavers who had been charging up another wave of lightning, seamlessly switched to a different spell, and she did not even have to turn to her left when Diane spoke up, "They are made of metal, but I need a little gap through their force fields to destroy them."

"It will be done," Eva responded as the Spell Weavers released a wave of negation energy. This was not a spell that was considered almost impossible to cast, because it was the antithesis of magic and energy, but somehow, Eva had found a way to make her Spell Weavers unleash such a power.

As if that were not enough, the speed of the spell casting was so fast that it was disproportionate to the power of their spells to such a large magnitude that the enemy magus could only gasp in shock.

Three impossibilities wrapped in one. This was the basis for a Taboo Spell of every Magus discipline, the domain of an Archmage, the dream they all pursued, and on this field of battle, they were beginning to see a demonstration of it.

A Taboo Spell was supposed to break a single impossible rule, but this massive spell of Energy Negation was breaking three impossible rules. Which the mages considered to be well…. Impossible.