The Primordial Record

Chapter 851 One Blow

There was a red glow at the back of their throat that showed that they were filled with nothing but energy and flames, and their voices shook his Dimension, they spoke at the same time, their voices blending to appear as one.

For such frightening creatures, their voices were beautiful, meant for the greatest of songs and the most haunting of melodies, but the strength inside it could not be denied, their battle cries could transcend a universe, although a Power was not a general, it was the cornerstone in any Angelic Host, performing functions that even Higher Order Angels might be incapable of.

Generally, their position in an Angelic Host was to be either Guardians or Hunters. Their incredible strength would shatter even the staunchest of foes. Rowan was counting on this ability.

"By Your Will, Creator," a massive blade of red flames appeared in their hands, and they clasped it, bringing it up to their head as if in salute, "We shall wipe the universe of every filth who desecrates your Will."

Rowan\'s consciousness smiled as his evolution to the Fifth Supreme Circle was finally completed and he became Immortal. Hundreds of Consciousness Pillars began to hum as they came alive, and Rowan\'s perception spread out from his Dimension, at first it covered the entirety of Trion, and then the Galaxy, and in a breath, the entire universe.

He observed the entire state of the universe at this moment, everything seemed frozen in place when accounting for the speed of his perception, and he took note of every player on the battlefield.

There were far more powerful players than he had expected, but they were just distractions, his primary focus was on Golgoth, the Third Prince, and the mysterious last Reflection, he already had a clue about where the last Reflection could be residing after a process of elimination, but he was not worried that the Reflection would hide for long, not at the end of everything.

This battle was too important, and they would never allow Rowan to destabilize their plans.

Rowan\'s consciousness pinpointed the Third Prince who had just broken into the Empire-controlled territories, moving faster than the speed of light and would be arriving on Trion in two seconds.

From here, Rowan could see that his eyes were filled with desire, and it confused him for a brief moment before he understood that although he had shown his father a lot to be scared of, what he would be concerned about was mostly his potential.

Like Golgoth whom Rowan had tricked with his weakened consciousness, few could understand how quickly he could grow stronger given the right conditions, and the Third Prince had fallen into that trap of complacency.

Although Rowan could see the reason for his confidence, the Third Prince was a different beast than the fat and smiling figure of before. Now he resembled Rowan with long black hair and wore a scarlet robe. He was no longer controlling the distorted form of Intent and Rowan could feel the pulse of Will surrounding his speeding form.

Interesting.

He was no longer holding the poisonous blade, but Rowan knew that he could easily retrieve the weapon anytime he wanted. He remembered the ache from the destruction caused by this weapon and it aggravated him, but Rowan did not understand that the blade he was stuck with was a reflection of a Primordial Weapon, perhaps if he understood he would still not care.

Furthermore, he had seen Primordials battle, and if the Third Prince was foolish enough to think what he held could compare to a Primordial, then he was woefully misinformed.

Rowan placed the Third Prince opposite the Gods of Trion in the sense that he had enormous knowledge, but not enough power. If he had struck Rowan with a thousand times more force and delivered more venom into his Dimension, he would be dead before he understood what killed him.

\'You are supposed to be a heavyweight, why do you hit with the strength of a child?"

Instead due to his weakness, he had just allowed Rowan to become much stronger, and he would not be making the same mistakes as his father.

"We start with him," Rowan pointed out, but then his gaze spread all over Trion and he knew he should begin the elevation of his Third bloodline as soon as possible, and he gave the command in passing, "Rid Trion of every filth."

The large purple blob that represented Rowan\'s body began to slowly expand, pulsing as if it was going to explode in the next second.

A quiet whooshing sound swept by, and the Third Prince appeared beside the purple blob and he smiled,

"My dear boy, are you hiding and licking…"

"BOOM!!"

A sudden pulse of power erupted from Rowan\'s position which shattered the entire continent. In that instant, Rowan killed two-thirds of every mortal being who was on the continent, every Mage, Demon, or Dominator that was unlucky perished instantly, and their entire ships, Towers, and Fortifications, all of crumbled to dust.

The only reason a third of the mortals survived was because they had been shielded by the body of the Third Prince who had stood beside Rowan when he unveiled his might.

This force flung the body of the Third Prince into space and he slammed through all the moons of Trion that were coincidentally in a straight line, shattering all of them into dust; his body was pushed deeper into space where it blasted past hundreds of planets and suns until he was hundreds of light years away, he only stopped when he slammed into the surface of a sun.

He had been repelled faster than he had arrived and the path of destruction created by his body tearing through the universe could be seen, as reality had shattered like glass for hundreds of light years.

The entire universe paused in shock. Several powerful figures who had been trailing behind the Third Prince came to a screeching halt as the shock wave of the power that erupted from Rowan\'s position stunned them all.

The Third Prince tried to stand up and staggered to his knees. He brought a hand to his nose and wiped away the blood, he spat out a few loose teeth and looked up in astonishment to see a massive golden hand smash him into the sun with a million times more force than he had just experienced.

The Third Prince\'s cries of shock could not even be heard before he was blasted to pieces that were smaller than atoms.

The shock wave from the force that destroyed the Third Prince erupted like nothing the universe had ever seen, and the entire Galaxy that housed Trion was shattered to pieces.

Trillions of worlds, multiple billions of stars, mortals, and every Immortal below the God King Level perished.

The only world that existed in this dead galaxy was Trion, and in a shocking twist, the mortals that survived the first blow against the Third Prince still lived, while thousands of Immortals outside Trion were dead.

A single blow from a Power had ended a galaxy.