The Primordial Record

Chapter 171 Palace of Ice (5)

Before he would allow despair to flood his heart, he sent a gust of wind into the falling debris of the mountain, and he saw that the Relay Tower was bent in half trailing sparks, but the blinking red light on the top meant it was still functional.

He no longer expected to be able to escape with his life, and he was not so stupid not to see the connection between Rowan Kuranes and these creatures, yet his calm and easy-going manner back in the convoy had fooled him, and he would be damned if he was going to die and give him another month of freedom.

The thought that he had been played like a fool burned, and knowing he was going to die worsened it, and to think thirty minutes ago his head had been filled with thoughts of his glory.

So stupid, for someone who was hunted by Earth gods, you would think he would tread more carefully around him. Rowan had not destroyed the convoy, although he did not know the reason, it meant that if he had stayed behind until they reached a functional Relay Tower, then he could have easily sent a message about his findings.

Yet greed had made him hurry out to the Underground City. He felt growing anger in his chest that burned like acid, he would not let this man win! The Relay Tower was still active; he only needed to come a few feet closer, and he could send a message.

He was so close!

Another spike that still flew faster than should be possible destroyed what was left of the Relay Tower, and his growing anger sputtered.

His eyes widened as he turned only to see that the Dragons had not escaped the explosion of the Incarnation, but he could see the head of one of the Dragons, and from the spikes that ran down their bodies, two were missing.

So, they had the ability to shoot those damn spikes!

Now he knew it was not his imagination. Those fuc*ing beasts were laughing.

His anger and despair were silenced when a volley of those spikes descending on him like rainfall.

In a brief moment, only his screams remained.

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The last of the Incarnation State golden beast fell, and the roars from the Ouroboros Serpent turned to those of conquest, and a bit of dissatisfaction, as their debut after so being restricted felt insufficient, the death of millions of prey was not nearly enough to sate their annoyance.

He just realized that these creatures could bear a grudge, although they could also be influenced by his emotion, they also had their own personal resentment.

Chief among them was the mysterious goddess and the Order of Broken Eyes.

Rowan promised them more to come, his full attention was not on them, however, it was on his new bloodline and its appearance as this enigmatic female figure.

During the upgrade of this bloodline, many amazing things had occurred, and Rowan had to slowly digest all the information and events that had just transpired.

This new bloodline gave out a frightful amount of cold that even affected him, and he was not even being targeted. He had thought he was already immune to most level of temperature, but this one was different.

The phenomenon it created was also bizarre.

The chill from the bloodline created a black and purple ice, and during the upgrades, that ice had grown, and it turned into a castle made of black and purple ice, and underneath his body, a Throne of Ice was created.

The castle was not considerable, almost the size of his manor, it had only a single room, which was the Throne room.

It was hard to describe this castle made from black and purple ice because it seems to have a field that blocked intense investigation, as if most of it was missing, and this was only a small part of its whole being revealed.

But Rowan could see glimpses of long narrow towers piercing the skies, and black walls that seemed to drink light.

Rowan felt the fingers of this female form squeezing his hands tighter, and it took a lot of his will to banish her back into his body. Before she dissipated however, Rowan felt a touch on his back.

He shook his head and looked into his Mental Space, he needed answers, and he needed them fast.

While splitting his Consciousness and entering the Origin Treasure, he began accessing the Ice Castle around him, and he recognized it from his first dream he had in this world.

He had seen a man sitting on a Throne of ice. Rowan felt his void heart beginning to tremble, suddenly he felt that he knew nothing, understood nothing… Who did he think he was?

The dream was still clear in his mind, except for the face of the man on the throne. Try as he might, he could not bring forth any details of the man\'s face.

Ignoring the fact he was naked, he walked down the massive hallway of this icy palace and stepped outside, above him, the Ouroboros Serpents were dancing in the sky, their scales gleaming under the moon light.

Below him were massive wings, hundreds of them.

They come from the millions of birds that died on this plain. A force from his Bloodline Ascension had fused the millions of bodies that had died here.

From those bodies, it had created angels, and from the multitude of birds and beasts it made wings and bodies of the angels from their corpses.

The force had placed them together with black and purple ice, and the angels were all faceless except for their smiles.

They also appeared crude, almost like Abominations, their bodies appeared to be lumps of flesh that had been compressed to the limits and put together by a demented mind.

The postures of the angels appeared to be unnatural, and although they all stood still, it was as if they were all watching him, coupled with their smiles that showed many long and black teeth, they were terrifying.

Rowan did not blink.

He remembered the first time he activated Soul Seizer he had said some words from those dreams, it was as if it would not have been possible to fully activate that bloodline without those words.

Once again that urge overtook him, and he found himself saying the words that came first from the man on that throne. It came out like a whisper from his lips, the words seemed so cold, it felt like it was freezing the air in front of him.

Another voice spoke alongside his own, and it was a woman\'s. Cold and pitiless like the gaze of a serpent, he felt his body beginning to freeze, as black Ice began to spread from his mouth down his chest and over his head.

"Take the light from my eyes. So, you can see!"

The tens of thousands of tiny eyes along his Spine had faded away, suddenly they returned and began to peel themselves away from his back, before tearing their way into the air and vanishing.

Up in the skies, lidless eyes began to cover the entire horizon, thousands of eyes, millions, then billions, until there were nothing but eyes in the sky.

The eyes appeared covered in a glaze, as if they all slept, but occasionally purple light would flash from them, and anytime those light flashes, a piece of reality would simply vanish.

The black ice did not stop spreading all over his body, and before he was lost into darkness, he saw the massive wings of the angels below began stirring.

Through the multiple holes ripped in realities, Rowan thought he could see a river filled with uncountable souls, and a deep yearning was born inside his heart to control that river.

His mind fell into darkness, but it was a strange and cold one. His slumber was not given the solace of forgetfulness. He was aware of every single moment in the dark, and it was just filled with… Nothingness, and... Her!