The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1486

Chapter 1486 Dawn Of The Supreme Era (1)

Noctis had been smiling when Algorth descended, however, that smile began to slowly leech away from his face when he saw the state of the castle, he whispered with sadness,

"This was not the deal I made, you did not deserve such a Fate. What have they done to you? Where is your Light, your Flame?! Who stole your pillars from you?!"

By the end, his whispers had transformed into howls of rage. Demon Lord Abruzul, who had been transfixed for a moment by Algorth's descent, shook himself from his reverie and acted.

Unlike this unknown creature here, the Demon Lord knew of this castle and the unknown mysterious shadow organization that controlled it. This castle was one of the greatest prizes sought by the Abyss or any Primordial powers, but especially by the Great Abyss.

Unlike other domains, demons were famed for the strength of their fleshy bodies, and a lot of their powers were derived from using their bodies as a foundation. Algorth had long been one of the most important treasures sought by the demons, and they had placed a ridiculous bounty for it to be found.

The ability of this castle was well known, able to provide a limitless amount of essence to those within it, so much so that there were massive restrictions in place to stop immortals from overindulging and perishing from its excesses. _{freēwebnovel.com}

Abruzul could imagine the height he could reach if he had access to this castle, becoming a Demon Overlord was not out of the question. He no longer cared about this strange immortal beside him, pushing him aside, Abruzul vanished reappearing under the descending castle, his hands opened wide to scoop it up and Noctis seeing this act grew more inflamed with rage, however, instead of lashing out, his expression went cold.

Searching for the link that had grown dormant after the long years of misuse, Noctis touched the core of Algorth that was embedded in his soul, half of it was inside of him, and the other inside this castle, and unless both were destroyed, he would never die, as well as his castle.

Why would he need a soul when he had his castle?

When Noctis touched his core he was shocked at its decrepit state, if the damage that had been inflicted on his castle could cross through the barrier of death and affect the core within him in such a manner, then he could hardly imagine the damages that she had suffered over the years, all of this happened because of his failure.

Placing his anger and sadness to the side, Noctis delved into the core, slowly unwrapping countless years of panicked reports and catastrophic damages that had been sent over and recorded, countless eternities of suffering and abuse that would have broken anything, but not his castle, not his Sheba...

"Ah, I see it now, plunderers. They have tainted your sacred halls, pillaged your coffers, and fed on your light, and they did not stop here, they have continued taking and taking.... You who was meant to stand as the pinnacle of creation. How long have you endured this disrespect to your dignity?"

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