The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241: The Cries Of Calamity

The Shiik above had focused on refining Calamity Aura to transform the road but she still had a little strength to spare and her Aura weakened and pushed back the lesser Calamity gods below, nearly cutting their strength in half.

This enabled the defenders of the road to focus more on the greater enemy, the horde of....

At first, Lost who was leading the defenders had thought that the advantages of this unexpected army from the Eye of Time would be their seemingly inexhaustible numbers, powerful fleshy bodies, and their power over a weird form of ice that could degrade all forms of energy, even Will, but he acknowledges that any weapon unleashed by the fragment of a Primordial as its trump card, and he was not wrong.

This silver horde did not possess life as it was normally known, and possessing their bodies with the power of creation had shown Lost that whenever any of them were killed, their essence was blasted away towards other members of the Horde, and then rebounded back to their bodies, and what returned was a hundred times stronger than what had been taken away. This was all Lost could understand of this process and this what with him borrowing a fraction of Rowan's Spirit to process the battle since he was occupied with directing all the golden giants.

However, this was enough for him to understand that he could not put down this army, he could only stall them for a while because killing them was simply making them stronger.

The best strategy for this battle would be to delay, as much as possible he was avoiding killing off as many of the silver horde as he could, focusing on crippling them and confusing their senses which was more difficult than he had first assumed because the horde seemed to share a collective sense and if not for the extreme adaptability of creation that could change any situation into one that was favorable to them, he would have relinquished this battle. It was funny that the Calamity gods, especially the Calamity Suns that were wreaking havoc in the distance, were holding back a major portion of the might of the Silver Horde.

Although it appeared that the least Calamity gods assaulting their forces were easy to dispatch, that was very far from the truth, it was only that Lost and the golden giants had the perfect weapon to counter the powers of the Calamity gods, which was the golden flames being unleashed by the Natal Treasures of every golden giant here.

That flame was representative of the endless hunger of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpents, and they did not burn, they consumed. It was in this manner that the flames could easily destroy these Calamity gods as it consumed their darkness from the insides and this was the first effect of the flame, the other hidden aspect of it was that it fed a part of the energy that was devoured back to the golden giants.

The amount of energy that could be gained by the golden giants all depended on their affinity with the golden flame. Those with higher affinity and more Natal Treasures were able to gain more sustenance from the flames, and this with the massive endurance granted to every golden giant meant they could virtually fight this battle for the rest of eternity.

Each Calamity Sun was a force of devastation that tore through reality like an endless cataclysm. Tentacles thousands of miles long swept through and past the endless ocean, tearing through millions of the silver horde, and as many as they were crushing, so where they devoured them. _{freёweɓnovel.com}