The Primordial Record novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217 My Last Tears (6)

Rowan muttered, "I have spent five thousand years of lifespan just to resurrect from death, it was less than I expected and more than I desired, a Legendary State Dominator could live for 150 years, a Rift State Dominator could live until 300, Incarnation— 500, a Spirit Territory—1,000, Incandescent —1,500, Proclamation —2,000."

Rowan had lost nearly triple the lifespan of a Proclamation Realm Dominator, and although it was for a heaven defying act such as resurrection from death, it still stung, for he could feel the wound where his lost Lifespan was torn away from him.

He could not get used to resurrection, although he would get more lifespan when he entered the Rift State, it would cost more to also resurrect him, he had barely spent a single year when resurrecting as a mortal, but at his current level he had to use 5,000 years to do so. It was a slippery slope, this ability of his, perhaps there may come a day when his powers were too much for any amount of lifespan to resurrect him.

The monstrous form of Dorian turned to him after adjusting his golden belt, "I thought you would have picked up the blade by now."

"Would you allow me? Besides, I would rather kill you with my bare hands, killing you with a quick stroke seems too much of a mercy."

This was all an elaborate bluff, of course he wanted to use the blade to fight, he was not a fool to disregard powerful weapons when available, but, Rowan had watched the speed the vines in Dorian hands moved, even if he grabbed the weapon, he was still too weak to fight him, he would only die and be torn apart like Rico.

He was not so much stronger with the thousands of Attributes he gained from Berserker, yet there was still a clear divide between his current powers and Dorian, if he were to judge the amount of Attribute Dorian must have in each Stat, he could place him at:

Strength–(between 30,000 and 40,000)

Agility–(between 20,000 and 30,000)

Constitution –(between 50,000 and 46,000)–

Spirit–(between 6,000 and 12,000)

These attributes should be close to accurate, and this was not even adding the boost he would gain from his Incarnation and Territory, for the present Rowan he was outmatched in every way and Rowan did not intend to spend his Lifespan cheaply. He needed a bit more time to get to Rift, and the amount of energy and soul points he was gathering every single second was astonishing.

He could understand the amount of energy he was receiving, but how was he getting so many souls, and so quickly?

Dorian laughed at his reply, dragging Rowan's full concentration back to the deadly situation before him. Dorian gave a sickening smile, and Rowan saw the stark resemblance between this man and the Demons of the Abyss, they may have different forms, but their Spirit was the same.

Dorian replied to his question, "My lack of permission did not stop you before. Tell me, are you a lost Earth god of this planet?"

Rowan cocked his head at him, what a strange question to ask, was his unending healing a feature of an Earth god? Hearing no replies, Dorian scoffed, "It doesn't matter if I can't collect your life, I will collect other things that you have."

"You don't want to do that, Dorian."

"Oh, why is that little Earth god?"