The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 183 The Tales of Erohim

Giving an Order to a single Ouroboros Serpent, he sent it back to devour the entire plain down to the atoms, if it could create a Spatial Anomaly at that place, all the better. It was preferable to draw the wrong conclusion about what happened there than for any detail about this bloodline to be known.

Taking out the wines from the ring, he transferred it all to the Spatial bracelet, and helped himself to one, while he turned on the Data Slate, to discover he was now number three on the Nemesis board.

He was only a few thousand kills behind the second, and coincidentally as he was looking at the Data Slate, he surpassed the second ranked by twenty thousand kills at once, and his lead only increased from there on.

Hmm… this could be troubling. He had thought that his kills could only be tracked if he was there beside the creatures he killed. Either Nana lied about how kills were tracked or there were other hidden mechanisms behind the feature.

According to her, his presence near the vicinity of the kills was what counted in the Nemesis Plate. If that was the case, then the Nemesis plate was reading his Serpents kills as his own.

How would it factor his presence in multiple locations? Perhaps an allocation was created for Dominators with summoning type powers in order to facilitate an accurate measure of their kills.

It made sense when he thought about it, plus if these Nemesis plates had been in play for a long time and were present on every planet in the Empire, then such a Treasure was bound to receive numerous refinements and other hidden features.

Rowan frowned when he thought about what other purposes the Nemesis plate had. With the resources to be gained at the Covenant, he had placed whatever benefits he could gain from the Boreas family as a second option.

With his lack of a Soul, his ability to split his consciousness into as many parts as he liked was no longer an option, and its effects on him were very prominent, especially when it concerned the Ouroboros Serpent.

He could no longer place a piece of his Consciousness in each of the Serpents as he did before, but he could still give instructions, and he could jump across each of their consciousnesses to see through their eyes rapidly.

So, that was what he had been doing for a while now, alternating his consciousness across each of the Ouroboros Serpents every minute or so, to make sure he could cover anything they might have missed.

Subtlety, and seeing the bigger picture from a series of clues was not their strongest attribute.

With his other pillar holding his second Consciousness he dived back into the Palace of Ice as he sought to unearth more of its mysteries. He was getting close to 100,000 Soul points, and he wanted to awaken an Angel.

The thoughts of exploring these brand-new powers of his was quite tempting. It could be the difference between his survival or damnation.

The Serpent he sent to destroy the location of his Bloodline Ascension came across a peculiar sight and when Rowan noticed the events, he notified the Serpent to reduce its presence to a minimum while he observed what was happening below.

There was a battle taking place, and the ty of it interested Rowan so much that he delayed the Serpent for the entire three hours it took for the battle to resolve.

It was a battle between Dominators and a minor beast horde which were mostly spiders. Big ones. Well, minor for Rowan anyway. The concept of numbers was quickly fading into insignificance when it came to Rowan, except for a few occasions, he had always been fighting against armies because it was no exaggeration to say, at Rowan's present level, he was number one in all the Universes at the Legendary State since the dawn of time.

The battle below must have commenced recently and there were three thousand Dominators going up against a horde of twenty thousand beasts. Rowan thought that it must be a mercenary company or something similar because they had matching armor across all their Legendaries present, which was quite a significant investment.

From the three thousand Dominators on the field, the majority of them were at the Legendary State, and there were a total of 2,934 in number, 58 Rift State Dominators, 6 Incarnation State Dominators and 2 at the Second Great Circle.

This was the first time he was seeing how normal Dominators battle in such a setting, and he was oddly interested. As he felt, if not for the whims of fate, he might just be among them right now.

The first thing he noticed was the Armor, and the trend that follows with the increasing powers of the Dominator.

That is, as the powers of the Dominator increase, they tend to wear lesser armor overall. The Legendary Dominators in the field of battle, wore full-body plate armor that should have a sort of enchantment on the metal as certain parts of it glowed with a blue light.

It was likely enhanced, to boost their attack and especially their defenses. Rowan noticed that the general Dominators had weak defenses, until the Rift state where Aether could plug the gaps.

They were generally fighting in groups of twelve, yet each group stayed close together. Among the twelve groups, they had an equal distribution between Tanks, Melee, Range, and Support type Dominators.

The Tanks carried heavy shields that nearly covered their entire bodies, no doubt their bloodline must be heavily leaning towards Strength and Constitution, they also carried long Spears or other heavy weapons and whenever an opportunity presents itself, they would strike, but they largely controlled the flow of the battle, and were at the forefront of the clash.

Range Dominators included those with mage-like powers or range weapons like bows, spikes and shuriken, which was used to rain down fire on the charging horde, tearing spaces in their ranks while the Melee Dominators weaved through their ranks cutting down the remnants.

Occasionally the Tanks would open a space in the formation funneling a particularly powerful beast inside usually at the Rift state, and they would be set upon by the rest, quickly slaughtering it.

The Support class was equally important if not more so, as he saw various fancy beams of force projected on the bodies of the Dominators and the horde, either boosting the Attributes and healing the wounded Dominators or slowing down the enemies, some powerful Support Dominators at the Rift state was putting tens of beast to sleep at once.

There were Rift State Dominators scattered among the various groups that acted as either the Tanks, Support, Range or Melee, and with their command over techniques powered by Aether, they increased the survivability of the groups.

The Battlefield was lit up by the glow of various extraordinary forces, as flame balls to lightning bolts and ice spikes, to various exotic forces with different colors showered across the battlefield.

But there was a tight organization at work here, and these Dominators were experienced at their task.

The harsh screams of men and beast rang out over the battlefield, with louder clashes resounding frequently as the top powerhouses in the battlefield clashed.

Rowan saw casualties from the ranks of the Dominators every now and then as mistakes were inevitably made, a wrong parry or a block, a fighter underestimating the reach of a creature, and before they could be helped, they were torn apart, their armor gave enough time for some to be rescued but for others it may come too late.

The spiders had razor sharp fangs the size of daggers, and if they tore through the armor, a single bite would deposit enough poison to flood the entire system twice over, as unlucky Dominators that were bitten swelled and exploded, leaving body parts raining into the skies.

They were all so… weak!