The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1596

Chapter 1596: The Alcion Heavenly Formation

In this, the Celestial Hosts were seven Celestial Creators; however, going by the battle history of Celestials, such a number was the tip of the iceberg for what was coming.

Seven Celestial Creators were needed as the base to create the Acion Heavenly Formation, famed for being the best killing formation in all of existence. If necessary to enhance its incredible power, additional Celestial Creators could be added.

Still, the base form of the Acion Heavenly Formation was enough to kill a Throne!

As the countless Celestial Hosts, numbering in the billions, surged towards the Supreme World ahead, the glow from their bodies painted this corner of Reality with a shade of intense whiteness.

The mages began to flee into the distance. Luckily, the cultivation system they possessed, which gave them the capabilities to create Magus Towers at the Archmage level, meant that each Archmage could carry a lot of people alongside them in their Magus Tower.

With so many new Archmages popping up like grass, they only needed a few to point a direction, and they began to escape from this place in their billions.

Thaleriel, a Celestial Creator, looked in the direction of the fleeing mages,

"Should we eradicate them? The hidden hand used one of their number to facilitate the corruption sweeping across Reality."

"There is no need for that," Valandreil, another Celestial Creator, replied. They cannot run far, and there are plans ahead to intercept them. For now, they are better used as bait. What I am more concerned about is the level of corruption below."

Valandreil frowned as he looked deeper at the realm ahead. The Supreme World of Mages had existed for so long that a reflection of itself remained in the distance, resembling a burning sun, but its true shape had become a twisted mockery of a world.

What floated in the void was a geometric scar—a shimmering, ever-shifting polyhedron, its edges extending into unseen dimensions. Attempts to scan it resulted in corrupted data, and the Angels at the tip of the formation closest to the realm... simply ceased to exist in familiar spacetime.

Unlike the mages who instantly perished the moment they glimpsed this realm, their Celestial nature maintained their life force for a while after they were suddenly extinguished. Even the souls preserved in the hands of the Celestial Creators vanished as well.

"That is certainly... problematic." Durakiel, the third Celestial Creator, said, "If we cannot regain the lost lights from death, then the Acion Heavenly Formation would not be able to last for long."

The fourth Celestial Creator, Zukiel, shrugged, "It does not have to last. We need a bridge into that hidden realm. Seven more Heavenly Formations are coming behind us. Half of our might is being channeled towards this campaign, and we must win."

Durakiel laughed, "I know, but it is a shame that Nariel is not here. He would have loved a battle like this."

"There is nothing we can do about that; his Legions are compromised, and until we get to the root of the corruption, he and all his adjoining Legions would not leave the Eastern Quadrant."

"So, who do you think is our enemy? I believe it is Demon. You know no one else can boast of their ability to influence changes in the light than the Ruler of Darkness."

"Does it matter?" Zukiel growled, his voice shaking the space around them, "By the end of this day, we will have victory and our enemies will be nothing but ashes below our feet."

The consciousness of the Adjudicator settled over all the Celestial Creators, silencing their chatter,

"Zukiel is correct. We are the tip of the spear. I want a sanctified Ritual of Speed, Protection, and Fortification on the entirety of the Host. Nothing should be taken from us without an equal price being paid for it. Teophiel, begin the ritual, and I shall consummate it. We have little time before the Primordial Domain of Life and Demon appear, let us make it count."

The voice of the Adjudicator was barely above a whisper, and yet the authority inside of it was unquestionable, almost at the level of compulsion.

The entire Celestial Host began to move as if they had a single mind, forming an octagonal formation that resembled a broad-mouthed arrow.

A series of chanting began to arise from the crack in space where the Celestial Creators still remained, and this chanting could be likened to the sweetest melody ever played.

"They are both here—the armies of Light and Memory. Do well child to survive. I am leaving this place to prepare myself for the fallout."