The Primordial Record

Chapter 687 The Ancestors of The Major Families

"I know… I know, but still, you have to admit that the monster called Rowan is too fucking diabolical. I mean who casually hands someone ten thousand tonnes of Mithril, fucking thousands of tonnes of this stuff like it is nothing!! Who does that? It is a good thing we decided to use half or we would be dead."

Circe snapped, "Clearly you mean to say \'you decided\' don\'t you? I did not want to detonate the Mithril, even after you told me it must be of the lowest grade and should barely be able to destroy a single building. Nana was not in that place, so the purpose of our infiltration had been fulfilled, and I wanted to leave. Who knows if Nana was anywhere near that explosion range."

The Lightning Kirin was silent for a while, and in a reduced tone she answered Circe, aware that she was under serious mental anguish, but also knowing she could not cuddle her for too long about the true nature of the universe,

"Don\'t be childish Circe, you and I both know that the mental block imposed on that Guardsman would not survive under heavy scrutiny from those Earth gods and we would have been compromised, I know you must be feeling guilty about everyone that died…" the Lightning Kirin could not help but let her demonic nature shined through as she smirked, " …and are also yet to die."

"Fuck you Archie… you think?" Circe scoffed, the frown on her face deeper.

The lightning Kirin muttered silently, "Yeah… I\'m sure the death toll must be in the millions…Sheesh. Good thing Trion is a powerful world, else we would be dead and the death toll would be in billions. Thinking about it now, it would not be a bad way to go."

"Archimedes, you are not helping."

"Oh, sorry for that… but you know, it\'s not really your fault. If you are to blame anyone then you should blame Rowan, what sort of a crazy bastard gives voluminous amounts of such high-grade Mithril like it was cake? Hey… Circe, what do you think about the laughter at the end, it was a nice touch, no?"

"Archimedes!" Circe barked aloud, nearly tearing apart the light veil of air she had conjured, and the lightning Kirin that was resting on her shoulders made a gesture of zipping her mouth shut and began to look around to spot any incoming dangers.

Archimedes suddenly called out, "Hey did you wrap the remaining Mithril inside that weird wrapping he gave you?"

"Of course I did," Circe replied, "unlike you, I understand how dangerous Mithril might be, although I thought it was a low-grade item."

The Lightning Kirin sighed in relief, the beast seemed to have a fatal attraction to Rowan and also a sort of distaste.

Rowan had inhabited the Anima of her previous master, wearing it like a flesh suit. She had previously thought that her master had been resurrected from death but she was lost when the truth came to life.

Still, she could not fight against the fact that Rowan controlled the Tower of Greed, and that made him a presence that she had to obey.

The Lightning Kirin did not want to.

Ohrox had raised her as a child till she became an Earth god. She had been abandoned by her pack as she was deemed to be too sickly to survive the rigors of life as a Kirin, but a Demon Prince found value in her.

Picked at the edge of a dying planet, there was no reason a Demon Prince should have taken any notice of her, but he did.

Archimedes would give her life for the Demon Prince, but she was too weak to make even her death count. The lightning Kirin sighed and tried to focus on her task, it would be terrible if they were to be caught at this time.

They had dodged countless patrols by now, all beading towards the location of the blast, but since they had the foresight to position themselves far from the Boreas family stronghold before commencing their operation, the patrols passing by were not expecting the perpetrators of this tragedy to already be so far from their crime.

Suddenly they felt a cool breeze surrounding them, Circe panicked but soon realized that this sensation was not limited to them alone but surrounded a vast area.

She could not help but stop moving and turned to look behind her where the massive figure of a man was standing before the silver pillar of flames from the burning Mithril.

The light of this explosion was so bright it was as if he was standing beside the sun, and it revealed a familiar feature to Circe, and she gasped, "Ancestor!"

Before her dumbfounded gaze the massive figure sat down cross-legged before the flame brought out a gigantic wok and set it over the flame, and before the billions of eyes watching this stunning event… he began to cook.

Fear filled Circe\'s heart and she began to fly a little bit faster. The three Earth gods that were present inside the Boreas Family stronghold had only managed to hold on for a little while before they were turned to ash due to the fact that they had been at the epicenter of the explosion and received the brunt of its impact.

Yet they could not be compared to an Earth god like the Ancestor of each Major Family.

Before the bloodline lock was lifted, there could only be a single Earth god from each family. That meant that anyone who would fill that position had to be the strongest, that would be the only way they would be called Ancestor and deserved the chance to become an Earth god.

The current Ancestor of the Boreas Family was now no longer the only Earth god in his family, but that did not mean any of them were his equal.

This fact could not be disputed as he sat beside the flames of a Mythril explosion that could rock Trion while cooking what should be an epic meal with the amounts of ingredients floating beside him.

Circe felt another presence join the Ancestor, equally as massive and she glanced back again, and she saw another person she recognized.

She had met this figure back in the booze planet where he rescued her against a god that had been chasing her.

Telmus, Ancestor of the Minerva Family.

Soon other powerful presence began to make their way towards the fire.