The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 453 Acceptance

The Ouroboros Serpents spear-like scales numbered in the tens of thousands and they were harder than most Divine Metals. The serpents had unlocked a bloodline skill where they could be shot with devastating force.

Rowan had the knowledge of the Tiberius Family's so-called Lance of Destruction that was used on the battlefields of Trion, and he wondered how the current Ouroboros Serpent ability would stack against it.

He was about to know his answer, and it was spectacular.

A shockwave burst out from their bodies and a weird metallic hum resounded, the space surrounding the Ouroboros Serpents was twisted to pieces as 60,000 spikes shot out from their bodies with enough force to shatter a dozen Minor worlds to dust.

An expanding wave of darkness spread out from the bodies of the Ouroboros Serpents which should be the scene of space being destroyed, revealing the shadow verse underneath.

The sound that the spikes made as they destroyed space was oddly silent, but their destructive potential was anything but. They eradicated miles after miles of beasts, effortlessly tearing through hundreds of millions of beasts until they slammed into the space surrounding the gates of the Divine Kingdom.

Their assaults were unstoppable, tearing through everything in the field, as 2.3 billion creatures died in almost an instant.

Rowan had his answer, with his current Ouroboros Serpents, anything below the level of gods was meaningless.

The battlefield was silent for a while, only to be broken by the triumphant roars from the Ouroboros Serpents. Their majestic Aura overflowed and their eyes were brilliant as they looked down on all things, including the Angels above.

They had the right to, at least in frontal combat, no Angel currently was their match.

Their spikes were fixed in space in front of the Divine Kingdom and crowded around the gates like the fangs of the Ouroboros Serpents and acted like a blender, as more beasts poured out of the Divine Kingdom driven by a mindless bloodlust they ran into the spikes that sliced them into tiny chunks, and blood began to spew from the gate of the Divine Kingdom like a flood.

The Ouroboros Serpent seemed to be tired of this meal and they playfully seized some particular choice targets like Wyverns and Great Ogres, toying with them till death.

Any beast below the Third Great Circle in power usually froze to death upon setting an eye on the serpents, or their heads exploded or they went mad and dug out their own heart as a sign of sacrifice to a power beyond the gods.

The last born of the Ouroboros Serpents left the culling of the beasts to its brethren and shrank, wrapping itself around Rowan but not touching his body, since Rowan floated in the air, the Ouroboros Serpent with six eyes oscillated around him.

Its eyes seemed to be looking in every direction at once, even below the surface universe, as its alien mind was processing information in such a manner that even gave Rowan pause.

Rowan patted the hot scales of the Ouroboros Serpent which should be at 3,000° at the least, and looked to the top of the statue where Dao Ma stood on the fifth flower undertaking the Trial to become a Major god, Rowan slowly ascended to meet him.

At this moment the god had finished his Trials on the fifth flower and opened his eyes and he met the golden glow of Rowan's only a few feet away.

Dao Ma's eyes were fixed on Rowan's as if he was entranced and indeed Rowan's golden dragon eyes seemed to carry an otherworldly charm that could effortlessly pierce through the mind.

He could see such beauty and complexities inside, and there was a particular streak of lightning shooting through his eyes that seemed to emerge from the depths of time, and he wanted to follow the track of this lightning bolt, he desired it… deeply.

Dao Ma did not know when he found himself stepping forward his will seemed to be swarmed by a fog of desire.

His vision was suddenly crowded by needle-sharp teeth that missed by a few inches as a barrier stopped the sudden strike of the Ouroboros Serpent.

Dao Ma took a step back and looked at the Ouroboros Serpent, noticing them for the first time, before looking at the remaining five moving majestically in space. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and every flow of blood in his body ceased. His breath mysteriously went still and a sort of peace came over him that only enlightenment could bring.

Rowan cocked his head to the side in astonishment and then understanding. This god seeing the full scale of his might had transcended his fears and doubt and he had entered the state of acceptance. It was like a mortal seeing a ten thousand feet wave bearing down on him, and instantly knowing that this was the end of the road, his story would stop here.

Rowan knew that oftentimes it was the anticipation of something that ended up to be the most debilitating. Most gods would never see an Empyrean in their entire life, and his Ouroboros Serpent was something greater than any Empyrean could ever become after they had been transformed by the blood of Chaos and further transformed by his Soul Energy after he fed his bloodline an unusual amount of Empyrean Essence.

They were Ouroboros Serpents only in name, and Rowan knew the only thing holding them back was their Ascension to the second Great Circle.

A mortal or even an Earth god upon seeing these creatures would not understand the full scale of their might and the impossibility of their existence, only Rowan's ridiculous ability to harness Soul Energy could lead to the creation of such monsters.

Only a god would understand a small piece about the horror they were witnessing, and the slight knowledge about this would only lead them down a path of nightmare.

At this moment Dao Ma knew that he would not become a Major god, not just because of the presence of the Ouroboros Serpent, but unknowingly to him, the godly essence he had spent 150,000 years building had been quietly siphoned away, he looked at the Eternal Flowers ahead and they were becoming dim.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm He sighed and looked to the skies, his eyes no longer colored by bias or the notion that what he was looking at was not real.

The massive volume of blood and bodies pouring out from his Divine Gate did not cease, and with the hold of gravity no longer holding sway, the blood and the tiny chunks of flesh began to rise until all he could see was red.