The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1634

Chapter 1634: The Infernal Architects

Telmus sat by a pool made from flowing silver metal, wishing he had a drink.

Above him, a massive demonic face raged, spewing words of hate and madness, but Telmus ignored it. Every now and then, when the voice grew too loud, he picked up a strand of light, made it a sword, and slashed the face apart.

The blood of the demon that was poured down from the sky like an ocean was bitter, but Telmus had been slowly working on it, hoping he would be able to make wine, and this pool was the result of his effort.

He dipped a finger into the pool and tasted it: "No, it’s still too acrid. What am I missing?"

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In the Great Abyss, a massive combat stage was being built. Its construction had been ongoing for eight decades and was to be completed on the ninth.

This stage was built inside the Abyssal depths, and although it was called a stage, it was an entire Abyss level.

A project of this size was extremely rare in the Great Abyss, where destruction was the core of their being, but the Demons had influential figures that were outstanding at their craft, rivaling any Primordial powers in Reality.

Primordial Demon had made an announcement that he would be fighting the Creator of the Land of Origin, and his victory would mean the Demons owning a grand share in this land of endless possibilities.

For such a grand task as the creation of an arena to handle the battle capabilities of beings at the Primordial level, the Infernal Architects were tasked with this matter.

A colossal battleground that would host a cataclysmic duel between two Primordial entities was quickly taking shape under the supervision of this Abyssal power.

The Infernal Architects were a cabal of demonic smiths, necromantic engineers, and elder horrors. These were other-dimensional creatures at the eighth-dimensional level.

This cabal had shaped the foundation of every hellish realm in the Great Abyss, and they could only be found in the depths of this cursed realm, where no other Primordial powers had ever breached.

It could be said that in the creation of this arena, Primordial Demon had gone all out, but it was all because the price was worth it. After all, the Origin Land was that enticing, even for Primordials.

Floating above the arena was a white-haired woman, Staff. She had been here since the beginning of the construction, and her presence had become a staple of this place.

The Aura of power that emerged from her was of a Demon Lord, but it was far greater than any Demon Lord in the higher levels of the Abyss could boast of, and even in the lower levels, it was hard to imagine that anyone could equal her power.

Her eyes were closed as if in meditation, and then she frowned and looked ahead. Her eyes pierced through the skies that burned with an eternal gray flame and past the earth that resounded with the echoes of forgotten battles.

What caught her attention finally revealed itself as space-time shattered before a mighty demonic presence.

It was a titanic fiend whose body was fused with the ruins of dead gods, and screaming Celestials kept in eternal torture, Malgeth, the Bone-Carver, leader of the Infernal Architects, and the Demon Lord who was seeking the hand of Staff in partnership.

The titanic figure of Malgeth shrank until he took the shape of a dashing young man with hair made from burning yellow flames. Inside these flames were tiny figures numbering in the billions, burning within.

"Unholy Maiden, standing before your valiant..."

"Spare me your blackened words, Malgeth," Staff interrupted what was most likely an hour-long praise of her form. Otherwise, I would cut off your head and use it as a foundation for this arena."

Holding his head in mock horror, Malgeth smirked, appearing boyish and carefree, a far cry from the titanic horror that had erupted from the Abyss, giving a half-bow, he chuckled,

"I cannot help but sing praise when I am before such perfection."Malgeyh

Staff did not bother answering him, and was slowly closing her eyes, "If there is nothing more to say, leave me to my watch."

"Well, about that, there might be a problem with..." Malgeth began to speak when the eyes of Staff flew open, a dangerous light in her eyes that shook the Demon Lord, and he quickly explained, "No, it’s nothing bad, I just wanted to speak to you about the materials going into this arena."

Staff blinked, pulling up the memory of everything that was needed in the creation of this stage, and she looked through it, finding nothing out of order.

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