The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1624

Chapter 1624: Titan’s Might

In the void of the Great Darkness, where countless dimensions flicker like dying embers, the Hischer Fortress of the Omicron Berserkers drifts.

The titans may see its construction as substandard, but few crafts could match the levels of a titan; however, this fortress was a stronghold that was hard to match in Reality.

With a size bigger than an average sun, this fortress had spires that gleamed with enchanted alloys, walls hummed with arcane wards, and members of the Omicron Berserkers lived within its walls.

Pulled from a million dimensions were powerful immortals, ageless warriors, Supreme gods, and mutated dimensional creatures, all in service to the Omicron Berserkers.

They stood here to guard the path towards Origin, the bulwark against the storm, and in the last seven-dimensional cycles, they had destroyed a thousand challengers.

But a storm was coming.

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Ximos led his brothers to battle. Their dimensional ship dug its way into the void to avoid being caught in the apocalyptic storm that was about to be unleashed. Titans were known for many things, but subtlety in battle was not one of them.

A hundred Titans, each a mountain of flesh, armor, and primordial fury, surged through the cosmic dark. Their formation was like an arrowhead, and Ximos was in the lead.

They moved in silence, covered by arcane runes that muted their presence for as long as possible, until they reached a few Light years away from the fortress. A lightning wave surged across them, shattering the runes that hid their presence. The fortress had detected the Titans, but it was already too late. A few Light years was nothing to eighth-dimensional beings.

The hundred Titans were revealed, some of them clad in plates of star-forged iron, others were wreathed in all manner of elemental energies, their eyes burned like dying suns, indicating their bloodline of the Torch Dragon.

Their presence had been revealed, and so there was no longer any need for subtlety. They roared, and the void trembled.

The Omicron Berserkers were a faction forged by battle in this period of endless conflict. They had detected a presence far in the distance, and it was still being investigated, but in the blink of an eye, an army of Titans was at their doorstep.

The spiritual intelligence of the Hischer Fortress activated the runic force fields around it.

Such a move should have been carried out relatively slowly because of the sheer amount of power needed for it, but the Hischer Fortress had enough power for such a drastic move.

The wisdom of this move was displayed when the forcefield trembled as massive asteroids the size of worlds slammed into it. The charging Titans had reached into the void, pulled out dense blocks of metallic alloys, and thrown them towards the Hischer Fortress.

If the forcefield had been delayed a fraction in its setup, the damage the fortress would have endured would have been catastrophic.

The fortress trembled, and the members of the Omicron Berserkers, all forged in battle with a powerful consciousness, knew they were under attack and the might of their attackers, and they immediately retaliated.

After a thousand battles, everyone knew their positions and the right move to make. The immortal sorcerers made the first move, a hundred Old Ones with hundreds of millions of disciples under them pooling their powers to send out spells of disintegration lance.

In the horrifying battles they had endured, only spells of this level were powerful enough to combat the adversaries they faced, and only massive formations like these could release enough power to unleash them.

Dozens of red beams burst out of the fortress, tore through space, and slammed into the Titans, shearing limbs from their colossal bodies. Blood enough to fill an ocean burst out from the Titans’ bodies, but they did not stop their movements.

A Titan, his chest and half his head ripped open by a beam of disintegration energy, merely laughed as his divine body was knitted back together. The same thing happened to the other injured Titans; their vitality was something that not even the power of disintegration could extinguish.

The void rippled with the laughter of the Titans as they grew closer to the fortress, drawing in an increasing number of attacks, in an attempt to slow down the charge of the Titans, but it was to no avail. The fortress might have quickly responded to the incoming threat, but they still needed more time to prepare their offensive.

A burst of will erupted from the Titan Ximos as he connected to his brothers and drew upon their strength. With it, he created a massive blaze blazing with purple flames that shook space for countless trillions of miles.

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