The Primordial Record

579 Ending The Cerulean Gods

The red flash of light that lit up the entire galaxy came in succession, and anytime they flashed they showed a terrible scene.

It was not of the hundreds of Abyssal Creatures being vaporized with every flash of bloody light, and not of the thousands of them that had their eyes fried by the bright light, only to grow eyes in weird places like their armpits, it was something else…

It showed a mountain of white flesh and scales bearing down with unholy hunger behind these monstrosities carried by widespread skeletal wings of bone, scales, and hardened flesh denser than Adamantite.

Vraegar came from behind the horde, his passage through space was silent as if he was a specter, and he opened his mouth wide and began to inhale.

The first of the Abyssal Creatures within his reach grew pale and began to shrink like a burst balloon, all its Essence and Spirit inexorably siphoned away by the mountain of hunger behind it even as it was drawn into the mouth of the dragon.

This wave of devouring power spread until it affected hundreds, as they piled into his massive maws, the dragon closed his jaws with relish and began to chew, rapidly digesting them before they could even reach his throat.

Vraegar's roar of satisfaction was soundless, yet it traveled to the front of the battlefield. Glorious streams of Essence were flowing into his patched Core and like a thirsty man in the middle of a desert, this Essence was like the cool water of an oasis.

Suriel noticing this new addition to the field instructed the Archangels to create a barrier and slow down these creatures, for Vraegar was the best option to stop them with minimal casualties, as the Flame of Penalty was not only destroying the Abyssal Creatures, it was harming the planets behind them.

The Archangels did not only control flames, the Spells they had available allowed them to control other fundamental laws of the universe.

They all came behind Dora and channeled power into her body since they only needed one focus for this Spell.

Dora brought both of her hands forward and began to chant in an Ancient Celestial tongue, and a series of ripples began to escape from her palms stirring the space around them.

Every single Abyssal Creature that entered this area was suddenly teleported back for a few miles, creating an effective barrier where every creature that entered was moved back.

Their roars of irritation were covered by the blood-lusted roar of the Dragon who exploded into their midst and a shocking suction force erupted from his body like a magnet in the midst of iron filings, the Abyssal monstrosities were drawn to the body of Vraegar and they all began to shrink as he drank all their vitality and Spirit.

The Dragon roared in satisfaction as he began to grow, muscles and newer scales erupting all over his body.

Rowan did not acknowledge the presence of this unexpected guest at this event, he focused on the gods he had on his palm, their bodies were strongly chained to their Divine Kingdom and the act of him dragging them all down to his palm also dragged their gates with them.

His true size was revealed at this moment as he no longer hid himself, while outside the universe a towering body that was 600 miles would be considered small, it was different while inside the universe.

His palms were as large as a small city, each line on his palms larger than road networks, his billowing white and golden robes stretching more than a thousand miles were a shocking sight, his beautiful features and his dragon eyes as large as the moon in the sky all showed a glimpse of Rowan nature.

Which was something Divine, Demonic, and filled with endless mysteries, and for a moment a few of the gods lost their minds and they began to worship him inside their hearts.

He did not care for the worship of food.

Twenty-five gods landed on his palms, and Rowan opened his second palm, and slammed them both together, crushing the gods and their gates in between them.

The space between his palms began to glow like the sun. What was happening in between his palms was shocking, as billions of Ouroboros Serpents flooded into the Divine Kingdom of the gods.

These Ouroboros Serpents were not too massive, only about a few thousand feet in length but their numbers were astounding.

These Serpents were a manifestation of his Berserker Clones he had released in their billions, and hidden within their numbers were the real Ouroboros Serpents.

His Berserker Clones were powerful and with his more powerful body, each of them had a hundredth of his previous strength before he was drawn outside the universe, and in a short while, the gods trapped in his palms began to die.

Their Divine Kingdom was plundered, every barrier shattered, their Godstone was crushed and finally, their precious Divine Spark was snuffed out.

The acts were incredibly violent and mercifully quick. Rowan did not allow them to suffer.

Between his palms, a scream of rage resounded and a flash of bright blue light escaped, it was the goddess Shario and she was in a devastated state, her body was in tatters and her Divine Kingdom was nearly in pieces.

She flew into the distance bleeding Divine Blood and Rowan glanced at her before turning away, she was already dead, and her actions were the last twitch in a dying body. His Ouroboros Serpents had swallowed her Divine Spark and it was being digested inside its stomach, she was in her last moments.

Her stubbornness was rewarded, and Rowan allowed her to die in the place of her choosing.

"Hahaha…" The demonic figure laughed and took a step forward, his cloven hoof bent reality around him and Tenma screamed in pain as his body was blasted away for millions of miles.

The Demon opened his palms wide and drew in a deep breath smelling the devastation of trillions of deaths and a galaxy in ruin, it spoke and Rowan focused on him, Kohron, The Prince of Strife.