The Primordial Record - #267 - 267 The True Might of Erohim

The struggles of the Soul of Erohim were ruthlessly suppressed and it even aided the digestion of the Soul, and with a resounding crack the Soul nearly split in half before being frozen once more.

This was the only area of advantage Rowan had over the ongoing battle, in every other area he was on the back foot and he was starting to lose.

Around the entire sphere of battle, the most disastrous were at his main body, the flame colossus above him created by gathering the flames on the entire hidden fourth continent, began to shrink until it resembled a hovering head of a man who was giving out a long howl like a gigantic wolf, and it began descending while still shrinking and making the features more defined and Rowan noted that the face of the man was unknown to him, yet bore a slight resemblance to Erohim.

Rowan barely had the time to fold himself into a ball while shielding himself with as much Aether as he could manage and also creating dozens of Telekinetic Shields, and finally, he burned his Vitality as he triggered Eruption at twenty percent before the flaming head now the size of a grapefruit cried out in a weird language that Rowan understood before exploding overhead.

What the head spoke was, “Twice as midnight. Fall towards daybreak.”

Rowan could find no meaning to those words and he did not have time to think about it for long before the concussive force from the blast made him grunt, pushing him away from the gate of the Divine Kingdom where he reached the earth far below.

The earth was too soft to cushion the impact of that blast and Rowan’s body destroyed it for hundreds of miles, the force was so intense it shattered every more than diamond hard bones inside his body, and like a magnet the explosion followed him, and no other area around him was affected, it was as if by some will every single speck of power was directed towards his body.

This effect multiplied the impacts of the blast on him, for it concentrated all the power that could have been frittered to the surroundings and channeled it into Rowan’s body and even with his high immunity to physical force he was decimated.

Rowan ranked this blow as the hardest he had ever received in his life, but he also was lucky that all that power was concentrated on him; otherwise it would have knocked Envy away from the gate of the Divine Kingdom.

 The pulse sweeping through Erohim Divine Kingdom was now constant and it simply shredded his Ouroboros Serpents to dust.

 What followed next was a bright flash of light that were like lasers which penetrated through his body evaporating his grainy blood, and like the blast earlier it did not escape through his body into the ground, instead it circled around and in the short span of a second, penetrated his body millions of times!

Even though Rowan shattered flesh, he screamed in pain, and it was so loud the sound wave circled the planet and escaped into space, yet that singular attack was not over as finally the white-hot flames that resembled plasma came down upon him, bringing death!

In Rowan’s short reincarnation in this life he had endured enough damages that could kill a thousand men, a thousand times over, and with the quirk of his Ouroboros Bloodline that resurrected him from death, he had died many times, the last one a short hour ago.

Once more, he was on the verge of death. Flames, no matter how hot it got he had the confidence that his body could handle it, but the flames of this god was different, if Erohim was just using the elements alone to attack previously, now he was really ramping it up and introducing a concept into the flames that Rowan understood as Destruction!

His channel for Eruption was directed towards his Constitution, boosting his physique, defense and regenerative factor to an unfathomable degree, he could boldly say that his condition now could withstand all of Dorian blows without shaking, but the flames that washed over him burned the very atoms of his body into nonexistence and every single bit of his flesh that regenerated was stained by a force that seem to corrupt it, halting his regeneration and vaporizing every strand of regenerated tissue.

The flames that resemble liquid molded itself like a ball over Rowan and in addition to the heat, it also added pressure as it slowly compressed itself.

The pain for the moment was total, and Rowan screamed once more, before he silently pushed that sensation of pain into one of his consciousness and isolated that away from him, so he could think.

Because the pain that resulted from his body being shredded into nothingness was indescribable and if he would not function if it was not shut out. 

Rowan sighed internally with relief,”It seems I’m always on the receiving end of an immolation… if I did not need to control reality with my Word of Enoch, total immunity against elemental attacks would be my first choice!”

This was the true might of the god, enough to kill even Third circle Dominators, Even though Erohim had been tortured for thousands of years and left with only shreds of his powers, the little he had access to was enough to humble any being below godhood.

He wished to kill Rowan and it seemed for the moment that it was succeeding. Yet, Rowan regeneration still delayed the process for a while, and his Telekinesis worked overtime to create multiple shields that melted away in a fraction of a second, but for him, every single fraction counted, as Rowan’s body had now been reduced to the size of a watermelon.

His Berserker Clone was not faring any better, from the frozen and flaming eyes of the god, soldiers of flames and ice wielding all sorts of weapons began emerging from the sockets. In a short while, there were hundreds of soldiers arrayed against his Berserker Clone, and in a silent confrontation only broken by sounds of frozen blades snapping, arrows flying and flames extinguishing, an intense battle erupted beside the head of Erohim.