The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 600 To Battle A Primordial

600 To Battle A Primordial

The greatest reason Rowan left his Ouroboros Bloodline at Level 3—The Rift State, not even the peak which was at the Incarnation State, was not just because he wanted to push this bloodline potential to its maximum, that was the plan at the beginning, but now he also wanted to rid it of its greatest weakness before making this bloodline more powerful.

That weakness was the Intent of Chaos. Rowan could no longer bear the thought of being filled with the Intent of another Primordial, because for him at this time it was pure torture. After all, he could feel it more deeply, both the Intent from Chaos and the other Infernal Intent inside his Angels.

lightsnοvεl They were like maggots crawling inside his eyes and whispering words of madness in his ears, he needed them gone from his bloodline or else he might go mad.

As a Nascent Primordial, it was almost unbearable for him, and it was a testament to his fortitude that he had been able to endure for more than ten months now as he slowly planned the best way to rid himself of them, once and for all.

Apollyon was his best answer, if this failed, Rowan would have no choice but to slowly pull out every single inch of Intent from his body bit by bit, but that would take too much time and effort, slowing down his pace of growth and leaving him helpless before his father's machinations.

To create the Core of a Destroyer involves creating a special kind of power—Destruction. During the creation of this force, it would give birth to its own Immortal Intent that would align with the Aura of its creator, which in this case would be Rowan.

To make sure this step went without a hitch, the main component of this Core would be coming from his body, an integral part of his bloodline.

When Rowan learned of this unique aspect of a Destroyer, his decision was solidified, he would be using something very valuable to him to create the Core of the Destroyer.

His World Engine.

The Core of his Destroyer could be made from anything, but the more stable the material was, the more load it could bear.

His World Engine had seeded more than a thousand Minor Worlds, and even had the potential to Seed a sort of World called a Nirvana World, a term Rowan had not come across even after all this time, he suspected that a Nirvana World must be the true dwelling of Primordials.

If he succeeded in making the Core of the Destroyer his World Engine, he would be able to merge his abilities and bring it to another level of power that was far different from the direction that his Chaos Blood was pushing him towards.

His bloodline would be transformed into something new and different, and it would be greater than whatever Chaos had planned for him, his instinct as a Nascent Primordial was awakening and Rowan knew what this direction would be, it was towards his second Primordial Bloodline.

This would be impossible to consider for any other being, but he had the Primordial Record, and he did not need to fulfill every single requirement before he succeeded, he only needed to create an opportunity and his Primordial Record would fill in the blank spaces.

As he grew stronger, he began to understand the true influence of this treasure, none of his bloodlines or power that he carried should have dwelled inside the body of a single being, but the Primordial Record was a sort of link that held the impossible miracle that was Rowan together.

He did not know the limits of this treasure yet, but what he understood was that he would be foolish not to take advantage of it now while it still provided him with assistance.

There were certain signs that were showing that when his Primordial Bloodline took another greater step forward, the Primordial Record may lose a greater part of its effects on his body, before that would happen he needed to do everything possible to ensure he took advantage of this treasure.

All of this preparation he was making was for Rowan to create his second Primordial Bloodline while ridding himself of his status as a Chaos Blood.Follow current s on novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

He could no longer wear the mantle of Chaos Blood if he wished to grow stronger and take the path that was suitable for him. He could not allow his Angels to be born as Chars.

Rowan expected a heavy backlash for what he was about to do, and for the last ten months, he had been preparing for that backlash.

This would be one of his greatest endeavors for he was going against a Primordial, even if it was only his Intent, and Rowan made sure everything was as ready as it could be.

The Treasures he acquired from that outside universal creature would play a great role, for the three he selected were all carefully chosen, they included; Aeorkron Core, Universal Bearer Level Treasure,

Ruin of the Mountain, and Sea Supreme World: Proto–Source Level Treasure,

and finally the Gears of Madness, also a Proto–Source level Treasure.

There had been other great treasures that he wanted to pick, but he had selected these three for they would serve his current needs better than any other, when he got stronger he would be able to come across better treasures.

Rowan's rate of growth was so fast that no matter how great a treasure was to everyone else, he would quickly leave them behind, and perhaps only his Destroyer would be able to stand beside him till the end, and the fact that he might be able to integrate the abilities of other treasures into this Great Weapon sealed this deal for him.

"Lost, move us into position," Rowan commanded. The boy acknowledged his order with a blink from his large and expressive eyes and he waved his arms in a mystical pattern that made Eva roll her eyes.

As an Omnipotent Aspect linked to Rowan himself, a Nascent Primordial and a Supreme Technique born from the first flames in all of existence, he did not need to make any gestures in order to perform any action, but he became used to doing it after watching the Spell Weavers.

'He is young, he will grow out of it in time,' Eva thought fondly as she watched the area for millions of miles become covered with white flames that suddenly shrunk into a single point and disappeared from the universe, taking Rowan, the Forge and everyone here with it.