The Primordial Record - #519 - 519 Nosferatu's Tribulation

The sound of the Tribulation slamming into Vraegar was so loud it would shatter a continent.

A shockwave erupted from Vragar’s position which shattered reality, as an intense flame burning bright red covered the dragon.

His pained but defiant roar echoed through space, as with a flap of his wings he dispelled the flames covering his body. Peering down at his scales he found them all uninjured and Vraegar laughed.

The Lightning gathering in the cloud above seemed to pause before it began to increase in feverish intensity as if the dragon’s amusement was stoking its fury.

Rowan observed this display from the Tribulation Cloud with great interest, as he documented all his observations. Why would the heavens have such petty emotions like anger? Was it more aware than he gave it credit for?

His Tribulation was on its way, but he was still suppressing it, everything he was observing served as valuable agencies for him to truly understand Tribulations, since he would be having them…. A lot.

Rowan could feel the power of his Tribulation building up, at least, ten times as powerful than when he was at the Immortal stage of the Berserker Aspect, and this fact only brought him great joy.

Apart from devouring Gods, eating Tribulations was his next best source of power, and Rowan knew he would be abusing this loophole in the universe. It was dispersing Tribulations to hinder the growth of power, but since the laws of domination were still fair, it would grant rewards to those who passed the trials.

The incoming Tribulation of this level was just too weak to catch Rowan’s attention, even though it was ten times as powerful, it was just an easy meal for him, and since he could rapidly level any of the techniques he collected to the highest level, he saw no reason why he should not gather all of them and take them all to the limits.

In that way, he would harvest enough Tribulation Power to bring him to the peak, and that was disregarding the fact that he would gain valuable Intent for every Aspect that he brought to the Origin State.

Berserker’s Intent was so impressive, what if he could have a hundred more just like that?

Focusing back on the Tribulation ongoing with Vraegar, he brought out the Tower of Greed, this powerful Origin Treasure that would be used as an ultimate treasure, even in a Supreme World, and has now been relegated as a tool used in harvesting Tribulations.

Focusing back on the ongoing Tribulation, he observed that the Dragon was no longer waiting for the Tribulation Cloud to gather energy, instead Vraegar began to charge up one of the ultimate techniques born from Nosferatu.

This blow would be deciding the winner in a single ultimate clash, and Rowan watched in passing interest.

He was not impressed.

Even though Vraegar at this moment could battle Dao Ma to a standstill and if the conditions were right, he could kill him, although without locating the Divine Kingdom, any battle with a god was a waste of time, what Rowan was interested in was the Dragon’s combat power.

This was a situation unique to Rowan, however, for even a Major God would be astonished by the might of Vraegar’s Tribulation.

Rowan’s first Berserker Tribulation was not as powerful as this one. This was because, unlike the Berserker Tribulation, Nosferatu was a new power being introduced into the universe, and because of this, the Originator of this power would be tested, if they were worthy, then a great reward would be granted.

Rowan had quietly introduced a new power system into the universe and if he was even aware of how monumental this achievement was, he gave no sign.

Vraegar body began to grow and his white scale began to transform into something crystalline, almost resembling the spikes on the Ouroboros Serpent. He opened his mouth and a shapeless energy began to gather that was incredibly hard to describe.

What Vraegar gathered inside his mouth was his Draconic Breathe Attack, arguably one of the most powerful tools in his possession, but unlike any other Breath Attacks from dragons, what Vraegar emitted from his mouth was similar to a vacuum, it was almost invisible and had an incredible pull on anything around it, the closest thing to equate this attack with was a Black Hole.

His jaws stretched open so wide it was almost as if his head was about to split in two, and with a thunderous rumble that shook the surrounding space for millions of miles around, the Tribulation and Vraegar’s attack was released at the same time.

The Tribulation lightning that descended was so compact it was solid, like a divine spear made from blood a thousand miles long descending from the Tribulation Cloud, almost draining it empty.

This blow could slay Minor gods with ease, and it made the eyes of Rowan light up, this energy given out was peculiar.

This diabolical spear of blood plunged down towards the dragon, shattering the fabrics of reality and leaving an enormous gash where the darkness from outside time and space flowed through.

The Children of Ruin looked over, and there was a solemn light now burning in their eyes, this Tribulation had exceeded their expectations. Vraegar did not cower before this devastating strike and instead roared in defiance, pushing more of the energy into his invisible breath attack.

Unlike the Tribulation, Vraegar’s attack was silent, the only sign of its passage was a slight distortion in space as it moved through it. Their blows were moving at terrifying speed and when they impacted against each other, there was no sound, the collision, if you could even call it, was silent.

The spear of blood tore through Vraegar’s blow like it was a bubble without losing any momentum and continued on its path, unerringly heading towards Vraegar’s skull, it was quite apparent that when it struck him, the only result was death.

Vraegar eyes went wide in panic for a bit, but when he understood what his power was capable of, he smiled, his white fangs gleaming in the darkness as he did not move and waited for the Tribulation to reach him.

The spear fell like the judgment from the gods, but when it reached a hundred feet away from Vraegar it collapsed into dust.

Rowan, seeing the victorious smirk on the face of the dragon, nearly squeezed his brows in anger and amusement. In the end, this silly dragon had begun to doubt his abilities. Perhaps Rowan should not be so harsh against him, because, for a Dragon, it was still untested.