The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 543 Fifteen Years Old

A slow breeze borne by Aether swept past Rowan and his Ouroboros Serpents and reached the gods, stirring a myriad of emotions in all their hearts.

They all stood in the air, and if Rowan had not burned the atmosphere there would be massive clouds passing by, but now there were only the faintest signs of a breeze, as the world itself struggled to awaken from the massive wounds inflicted on it.

As the last of the breeze went past the gods Rowan looked down at the massive serpents below him, and he gasped inside as he sensed a weird change in his physiology, rapidly calling up his Primordial Record, he smiled when he saw what just happened.

He was now a year older.

Although a lot has happened during the past few years, it was an undeniable fact that Rowan was now 15 years old, ironically the same age as Andar.

The universe itself was being threatened by a pair of teenagers!

He had felt a slight change in his Physiology that he had not witnessed before, perhaps it was because during the last three years that went by he had been asleep, but the world was slightly different in his eyes.

The change was so slight only his enhanced perception detected it. If he went by this change and calculated when he would be able to understand this change that was happening to him, it would take at least a few centuries.

He smiled again, 'I have time, if I win this battle here, then I will win the war against my father… then I will have time.'

"My babies," Rowan whispered and all the eyes of the Ouroboros Serpents turned to him, "kill!"

His Ouroboros Serpents roared, and like a charging golden avalanche, they headed towards the gods, their bodies shattering space, as an Aura of incomparable menace surrounded them.

The gods were taken aback at first at this dreadfulness charging towards them, but they were gods, their minds had been toughened by the ages and the power they had all held for so long.

They did not really understand the true meaning of fear, after all, most of them attributed the death of Murrihm to the fact that Rowan had found his way into his Divine Kingdom, as far as they were concerned, Rowan could not easily do the same to them, not while they were all resisting him together.

Death was nearly impossible for these immortal creatures, and the only thing left was the war.

Shario was the first to charge ahead with the two armored Horsemen of War and Judgement; they were followed by twelve other gods who were versatile in close combat.

Their war cries were stunning, sending shockwaves that pushed against the planet below, flattening mountains!

The rest of the gods left behind began to cast their Divine Might widen as they connected to hidden nodes all around the planet, pushing out so much energy that it could be felt trillions of miles away, any mortal creature would be blessed and cursed in witnessing a sight such as this.

They linked to each other with clear streams of Aether that burned the space around them revealing the darkness of the Underverse, as a grand formation was revealed on the earth and in the skies above.

Of the 48 gods present here, fourteen were charging at the Ouroboros Serpents, revealing godly weapons or enhancing their physique to divine levels, the remaining 34 gods pushed more of their Divine powers into the earth and the sky above, as they activated buried formations set in place ages ago that were constantly being nurtured by the World Consciousness and every god in the Cerulean Galaxy, leaving their unbreakable signature deep inside the Grand Formations.

Since nearly all the gods here were versatile in various fields and specialized in different strengths, often their powers would clash, and their effect would become reduced as a whole, so the best method to collectively do battle was to pool their Divine Powers and channel them into a single formation or device that would be able to take advantage of so much of their power with as little waste as possible.

The Grand Formation above was called the Myriad Nunceple Light Armament Formation, and the one below was called the Myriad Grave Light Formation.

These two extremely powerful formations were not created by the gods of the Cerulean Galaxy but were purchased by them after they collectively pooled their resources.

These two Grand Formations were obtained from the region with the most amount of underground activity in the universe–Terminus. The boiling pot of the entire universe.

It was said that there was nothing that you could not purchase on Terminus, you only needed to be able to afford it. Everyone traded in this place, from gods to demons and other fantastical creatures too numerous to mention.

These Grand formations were purchased by the gods to be both a world-guarding and attacking Formation, and it would be something that would only be activated at their desperate hour, or when facing great enemies, the presence of Rowan warranted both options.

The gods that charged ahead to engage the Ouroboros Serpents in close combat did so in order for the Formations to be quickly charged up and activated. To fully activate both formations, it would require all three Major Gods and fifty Minor Gods, but with the situation they found themselves in, they would only have to make do with what they had.

Nevertheless, it was more than enough, after all the combined power of 34 Minor gods could not be overlooked, and each of them possesses the might to shatter countless worlds.

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Shario fully remembered the pain she felt when she was devoured by these Serpents, and as the distance between her and these massive monstrosities neared she closed her eyes.

At the far edges of her perception, she dimly heard the sound of music and laughter, it was a familiar tune and a familiar voice, it was one she heard only once at the moment she became a god, the music was from her heart and the laughter was from her lips.

She remembered the strength this music had given her, the utter assurance in her purpose and her might, she had felt unassailable and perfect, and that moment she knew she could never retrace, for that single moment encapsulated everything a god was all about, in its entirety.

She was surprised that she could feel that urge and that motivation at this moment, almost as if this battle was reigniting her long-lost faith.