The Primordial Record

Chapter 1083  Kill! Kill! Kill!

Rowan assessed this group of Blood Bound, currently, there were almost tens of thousands of similar groups scattered across hundreds of miles of terrain battling against an endless tide of Calamity Beasts rising from beneath the earth.

These seemingly endless mines were spread across the entire continent, but this outbreak was focused primarily around this area in a region that was a few hundred miles in circumference.

The death toll among the Blood Bounds was in the thousands but in a short moment as the weight of the endless assaults crossed a threshold, this number would reach hundreds of thousands and then millions. In a battle like this, there were no survivors.

If the Calamities were free to break out of the earth with no resistance, then the death toll would quickly rise to tens of millions even hundreds of millions in a short time and that was the least of the damages that could occur.

This breakout would scatter the delicate balance created around the entire continent, and the Blood Bounds keeping the other mines in check would be overrun by the sudden enemies bearing down upon them from above, and it would not be long before this continent would be buried under an endless tide of Calamities.

The Ascendants would not care, they would wait a while and clear the surface of the continent before bringing back a new batch of mortals to take over the land, this would cause them losses in the short term, a millennium or two would go by before things return to normal, but what was such a short time to an immortal?

Rowan knew that this would not be the first time such a thing had happened, and he did not know whether to laugh or cry when he figured out that the Ascendants were unerringly doing the same thing that this World\'s Will was doing to them, but on a much greater scale.

It made him think about the nature of reality, and how those at the top treated those at the bottom, while not knowing that there was a higher power treating them in the same way.

"Someone must break this chain… End this endless circle of despair." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Whatever activities the Resistance was up to, they had decided to sacrifice millions of their people to the jaws of death, and this was against their known operational parameters, from what Rowan could infer, members of the Resistance were the oldest of the Blood Bounds and supposedly the wisest. How could they condemn their people to death, or did they no longer see any hope of survival?

Whatever activities the Resistance was up to, they had decided to sacrifice millions of their people to the jaws of death, and this was against their known operational parameters, from what Rowan could infer, members of the Resistance were the oldest of the Blood Bounds and supposedly the wisest. How could they condemn their people to death, or did they no longer see any hope of survival?

Previously Rowan would have simply walked past all these people, his focus alone would be on his curiosity about what could hide the resistance from him, and not about the reason for the actions of the Resistance or the potential death of billions.

His new and unfamiliar soul throbbed with pain and he sighed in exasperation and snapped his fingers before heading deeper into the earth, he wanted to be done with this mystery.

The single snap of his fingers was not heard but it was quickly felt as every single Calamity Beast pouring out of the earth became lackluster. They simply slithered out of the flaming vents and looked around stupidly.

The Vanguards were astonished at first at the actions of the beasts before a quick call for retreat and regrouping was made, and after a few more minutes and more beasts kept pouring out of the earth while still moving around with no aggression or purpose, the Vanguards decided to attack because there would no longer be such a great opportunity again to massacre these beasts.

The Calamity Beasts on this continent were strange, they were not spawned from the mist instead they emerged from deep beneath the earth, this made some of the Blood Bound believe that their number although may be massive that there was a chance it was finite.

It was this hope that carried them through the long millennia, that one day, the actions of their forebears and their actions would mean that this continent would become the first that would be freed from the claws of Calamity.

A wordless message went across the majority of the Vanguard, and even though they had been battling for hours and needed to recuperate, they chose to attack, perhaps their sacrifice could be the difference between a million years of sorrow ahead for their descendants or a few thousand.

The first Vanguard that slayed a docile Calamity Beast nearly went into shock when a wave of golden light emerged from the slain beast and entered his flesh. He retreated in panic but went still when an enormous wave of power and vitality flooded his body.

The tiredness and the wounds he had accumulated for hours began to vanish, and before his astonished gaze, his left arm that he had lost to the Calamity years ago that refused to heal because of the dormant poison of the beasts he was fighting began to itch and a new limb was slowly being regrown.

Similar events were happening as the thousands of Vanguards that struck the first blows were covered by a wave of golden light.

"What is happening?" "My arms… my eyes…"

"I think… I think I just became stronger, not my Aura, but my flesh, and my scales are stronger."

"Could it be that finally our bloodline is no longer cursed, we don\'t have to be the dogs of the Ascendant or the food for calamity?"

"I don\'t know what is happening, or why we are benefiting from it, but I know one thing we should be doing at this moment. Killing!

The eyes of every vanguard lit up as something denied from them since birth was activated, and they charged against the confused Calamity Beasts.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"