The Primordial Record

Chapter 732 Thirty Seconds To Die

Rowan would not be using the entire range of his abilities for this fight and had reduced himself to using Circe and the energy from Ohrox Demon King Abyssal Spark.

This restricted his abilities to a large degree, and even though Rowan would like to deny it, he almost welcomed the challenge. With the tools he had available to him, how could he kill this god who for all intent was an outer universal creature?

The answer was simple, by anticipating all the moves he might be able to make and using the advantages he had created when he led Boreas to believe he was fighting against a Demon King and not Rowan.

If the plans he had set down were going to work perfectly then Boreas had only thirty seconds more to live.

'Let's make those seconds count.' Rowan grinned inside, but the appearance of his puppet, Ohrox took a different look, after all, if Rowan truly wanted to end the battle this instant, he would be able to, but he wanted to push a message across because he believed no matter how much he hid this fight, the truth of Boreas death would be revealed when he begin to make drastic changes across Trion.

At that time, the Demon King would be his shield, dragging the Mages and the Demons of the Covenant to this battle in order to make sure that everything would be chaotic, only then would he strike.

'Your death count begins now… Thirty seconds… Twenty-nine seconds…"

Ohrox reappeared near the doors of the vault and frowned when he noticed that the soul wounds that he had inflicted on Boreas had nearly been entirely healed, casting his gaze down on the Spirit Guises, he saw that only ten of their number had perished.

This meant that Boreas sacrificed ten of his Spirit Guises to bring himself up to a hundred percent, even the Soul injuries he had sustained had been alleviated to a great extent. Boreas had mastered dozens of Intents, among which was Deep-Mind, an Intent that could soothe the spirit from mental damages and when taken to the limit could heal the soul of injuries.

Although Boreas had mastered multiple Intent, he had not yet transformed this power and elevated it to the Fourth Dimension which would give him control of time.

Deep-Mind would continually heal Boreas Soul injuries and in a battle of attrition that would take centuries, Rowan would have no issue with slowly whittling him down to size but he would not be fighting this god for centuries, only for a few seconds.

'Twenty-eight seconds…'

Boreas roared with anger, with the pain tearing his soul apart reduced to its minimum, he was now free to display the full might of his powers,

"I AM THE GOD OF STORMS, OHROX YOUR END IS HERE, I SHALL KILL YOU AGAIN, THIS TIME IT WILL BE PERMANENT!"

He was now clad in gleaming metals that resembled a merger between blue energy and black fire, a helmet covered his head revealing only his bright glowing eyes, a long cape made from ice and wind flew out behind him and an icy sword appeared in his hand.

The double-edged sword was not massive, just two inches wide but it was long at nearly six feet, with nebulous gray energy like a storm cloud surrounding it. The sword spat out yellow lightning that tore holes in the space of the vault, which was astonishing because with all the powers that had been erupting inside the vault since the battle began, none of them had even warped the space inside the vault, yet only the minor emission from this blade was tearing this space apart.

'Twenty-seven seconds…'

This sword caught Rowan's attention because it was astonishingly a Pseudo Source-level treasure! It was nearly as powerful as the Scythe he summoned from Thanatos the god of death.

If he had not gone outside the universe and become familiar with treasures of this level after using it multiple times, the weight of this moment would have shattered his confidence, a weapon like this should destroy anything. Rowan doubted if anyone inside the universe would be able to stand before this weapon without dying.

The sword's presence outstripped Boreas and for an instant, it was almost as if it was the sword that was wielding the god and not vice versa. Rowan would not be surprised if that was to be the case, except it was deliberately destroyed, every weapon of this level must have a fierce intelligence.

'Twenty-six seconds…'

Boreas voice boomed out like multiple thunderstorms,

"INFIDELS AND DESECRATORS, YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE! WHEN OUR TRIAL IS OVER, I SHALL PERSONALLY MATCH TO THE ABYSS AND LAY WASTE TO IT."

The sword was raised up and the tip was slammed against the ground with devastating force, but he still held back a bit, because unleashing the entire might of this weapon would kill him as the cost of powering only a fraction of his abilities was too much for a High God to bear, even a High God as powerful as him, and the vault was powerful, but it could not bear the full might of this weapon, destroying the vault would most likely kill him as the endless tide of Destruction outside would flood inside this place.

The vault shuddered, and this palpitation did not cease but increased in pitch until it felt as if the vault was about to be destroyed. Nearly ten percent of his Spirit Guise was destroyed by that vibration, a painful cost, but Boreas gathered all that scattered energy and transformed it into eighteen bright silver suns that revolved around his head. This would be the fuel he would be using to power this weapon.

He nearly fell to his knees as a sudden weakness took hold of his body but he swallowed one of the silver suns and the energy he expended in activating the tip of the weapon was returned to him and actually overflowed, causing his body to expand until he stood more than twenty feet tall.

The vibration reached a crescendo and the Demon King grunted as if he was in pain before taking a step back.

'Twenty-four seconds left…'

Boreas smirked and watched what was about to happen in glee, this was all he needed to do, nothing would survive this blow, not even a Demon King. Boreas did not know the entire history and mysteries behind this weapon, not even its name, but he knew that it had killed far greater beings than Demon Kings, and using only a fraction of its powers was enough.

Ohrox apparently did not agree with that assessment as for the first time since the battle began, he began to chant, his rough voice like massive boulders being crushed together resounded in the vault competing with the vibration from the Pseudo Source level weapon.

His wings that held seventy arms drew large Demonic Sigils empowered by the potent Abyssal energy of a Demon King. The energy building from his body transformed him into a bloody sun, and the smirk on Boreas's face disappeared as he watched the growing energy from the Demon King.

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