The Primordial Record novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99 Bloodlust (3)

Elias Tiberius began taking out various ritualistic items and placing them in a pentagram around him, he seemed to be taking orders from the golden eyes floating above him, as he paused for a second before he made any action.

These items had been cleverly disguised, so their true purpose was hidden, as he had to take apart various different items to combine before using them for the ritual.

Although he was following instructions, he still acted quickly and when he understood the pattern to assemble the ritual items, he blitzed through the process.

When everything was done in a manner that satisfied him, he began to chant in Medan. It was an Arcane intonation that resounded in the air and made the house begin to visibly tremble. The air inside the house were all forced out with a whoosh, and only a vacuum was left.

With a final harsh sound, a visible dome of purple force field?covered the entirety of the house before it went invisible, and with the chaos from the Abomination attack nobody noticed. With this ritualistic method Elias Tiberius had isolated this area from the influence of the Nexus.

Elias Tiberius discarded the sounds of chaos outside and focused on the upcoming ceremony. He knelt on the floor as he cast off all the pieces of his white bone armor, his eyes held a distant look as sweat beaded his forehead, the pain from taking off the Bone Armor was intense, it was as if he was pulling out his own bones and tendons from his body

He severed his Spirit connection to the Armor, for if he was distracted or in peril, it would snap back to him… His trusty armor.

Elias ran his hands through minor cracks and blemishes on the Armor, that he never repaired, it was testament that his armor had served him well, although he had never appreciated that service, always dreaming of what he could not have, while ignoring what was beside him.

He gave a small laugh. Shame how we always ignore what is dear to us until the moment we are about to lose them.

How many fights, and near death situations had he survived and triumphed, with just the help of his Armour? Yet he had always neglected its importance, cursing its weakness and disregarding its strengths.

He ran his hands through the rigid plates, and whispered his parting. He steered his spirit through his body once more, making sure there were no pieces of Armour left inside him. He had made a habit of supporting his bones with the Armour, it was not recommended but he did it anyway.

At the Rift state the Bone armour could be withdrawn into the body to be nurtured by his massive blood essence, it was all to transform the bones to a Red Shrike. If he could achieve that, he would transcend the Rift state.

This would only be possible because of his Tiberius bloodline that forcefully enhanced this Pathway, any other bloodline would have their path ended at the Rift state when walking the Bone Army Pathway.

He closed his eyes and whispered prayers to their Ancestor Tiberius. He prayed for him to keep his spirit safe, even as he performed his duties.

The light from the floating eyes flashed more rapidly, and Elias appeared to finally make up his mind, as he drew a dagger he had kept by his side.

The dagger was thin, almost like a Shiv, but the glinting by the edge showed it was eerily sharp. Elias never liked pain and a sharp dagger made cuts a little less painless.

During the ritual he must not blink, Elias did not trust his resolve and he did what was advised by the family annals. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

This was not an everyday occurrence, and the probability of this happening was quite low, so he had felt it was a manageable risk. Clearly he was wrong and the trash of a Lord he served needed his body for resurrection.

His Path has come to an end, he should go out with the dignity of a Tiberius. He brought the daggers to his ears, he must not be distracted by anything, two quick stabs and the world fell into silence.

Suppressing his body healing capabilities he began to chant in Medan, even without his tongue, words still bubbled out of his mouth.

The Medan language was based on intent. It served as a normal means for communication among the elites. Medan was also a bridge to the Spirit. This was knowledge only utilized by Dominators at the Rift state and above.

Although it appears as if the words he spoke came from his mouth, that would be wrong. It came from his Spirit.

Elias continued his chants. His voice was sometimes low and sometimes high, his words were like quicksilver, shooting from his lips without any barrier and sometimes they were heavier than mountain, and he strained to speak.

The blood flowing from his chest increased in intensity and he went pale, but he did not stop chanting, in a while the blood flow stopped. He had been bled dry.

Elias suppressed his marrow from making new blood and he raised both hands in a supplication pose—Two hands outstretched as if he was a begging for alms and his head fell on his chest as if he was asleep, his part was done. Now it was for Augustus to finish his.