The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1261

Chapter 1261: Spell Clash

The act of drawing the Primordial Keepers here deprived them of their weapons and home advantages in the Great Desert, with their Will and Soul flames not having any suppressive effects on Rowan, and with the increasing fatality they were experiencing, the only recourse they had was to go all out.

No matter how much damage they incur if they were to do such a thing, it was still an acceptable outcome because they would slowly recover if they survived, any attempts at holding back would only lead to their extinction.

At the beginning of this fight, the Primordial Keepers quickly understood that soul-based attacks would not work against a soulless abomination like Rowan, and every attack they had been using ever since had been material in nature.

The massive soul blades being conjured were simply converting the power of their Wills Soul Scour into a tangible force that could easily shred a universe. There was not much loss in power after this transformation, they were simply switching from blades that would cut the soul, to one that would cut the flesh.

These soul blades also came with the unique soul-scouring properties of their Will, which had transformed into flesh-scouring. Anything cut by these blades would never heal. It did not matter if the area affected was destroyed and then regrown, like a scar branded in reality, that wound would still tear open.

Rowan's preternatural movement patterns had allowed him to escape death from their attacks, however, it was Rowan's last attack that cemented the decisions the Primordial Keepers were presently choosing to make.

The massive area of effect attack he had unleashed had cut through a third of their number, and the realization struck the Primordial Keepers that no matter how problematic their opponent was, this space was small, and if he could dodge a focused blow, then he could not evade one that would occupy the entire space.

With all these in mind, a collective decision was made to flood the entire space with soul blades, shredding everything inside, and to achieve something like that on this scale, then their soul and Will would have to burn, but that was a price that they were willing to pay. The bodies of the Primordial Keepers swelled, their robes billowing under the enormous powers that exploded from their bodies, reaching inconceivable heights, yet still growing ever stronger as a single moment stretched for an eternity, and the Primordial Keepers that remained blazed like suns.

If an average immortal were to burn his soul, they might explode with five times more power, but a Primordial Keeper understood the soul more than most, and their Will and special souls made the explosion of power from burning it more effective, reaching almost a hundred times more energy output!

As a forbidden move by the Primordial Keepers, this would shock anyone who witnessed it as any opponent would be overwhelmed by an enemy who was suddenly, a hundred times stronger.

Above them, this reality separated by Wormtongue quaked, as trillions of soul blades were manifested, each measured in miles, and the emanation of their burning Will became so strong that the entire space turned yellow except a small corner of it where Rowan remained that was filled with the blackness of his six blades.

Wielding the Cherubims, Rowan had access to all their unique spells, and among them was one that particularly drew his attention, that was what he called upon, and he channeled this power into the Cherubim Remorse.

Wielding the spells of the Cherubim unlike his lesser Angels meant that he was wielding their Wills. The previous area of effect attack he had made was from the Cherubim Judgement, and now he was channeling Remorse. Each had their specialty, and their powers could not be underestimated.

Rowan chanted inside his heart,