The Primordial Record
chapter-484

The white-haired man dismissed the Berserker Intent carelessly, he seemed to hate holding it, he looked at the dumbstruck look on the face of the alien god and he smiled, there was something simple and refreshing about this god that he liked,

"I won this technique from the God of War after his descendants lost a bet against me, this is the reason why Tiberius hates me. I have shamed his bloodline too many times."

Urroghat was nearly speechless before he spat, "Tiberius? The God of War? Is there any god out there that would be arrogant enough to take that mantle?"

The White-haired man grinned, "We the children of Trion are an arrogant lot you see, but we can usually back our bluffs, so that makes it okay in a manner. Also, I think you are beginning to understand why the children of Trion are so arrogant and… dangerous, I'm a child of Trion."

Urroghat was quiet for a while before he spoke, "The Berserker Art you stole… Is it precious on Trion? How many of your people get to practice it?"

The white-haired man arched his brows and shook his head with a slight bit of pity in his eyes, "You must be a god from a particular distant part of the universe, for your knowledge about Trion is sorely lacking. The Berserker Art is freely given by the God of War to his most talented descendants, and by my estimation, I would say maybe over twelve million people on Trion cultivate this Art. It is not a particularly favorable Martial Art because of the risk and difficulty of practice. We have better ones."

Urroghat blinked in shock, how long had he searched for this technique, but here it was given out to mortals as a sort of minor reward? This should be impossible, arts like these were not easily created, and could only be easily found in Supreme Worlds, how could a small Major World like Trion hold such powerful Arts and even more powerful descendants?

The white-haired man sighed before he smiled, "My name is Telmus. Come down with me for a drink, and I shall open a space where you can use your Domain to understand a bit about the Empire, but you will need to be quick, you came at a particularly volatile period."

Urroghat was silent for a while before replying, "Telmus, I shall remember your name and follow your lead, my name is Urroghat, and I come from the Merial Galaxy. I am a god of the deserts."

Telmus laughed, "Urroghat, god of the sands, it would be a pleasure to share a drink with you. Perhaps you would not need to go far for your answers and they would soon be yours."

They both looked at each other and laughed, a silent bond was created between them, sometimes friendships happened like that, and they began to proceed slowly toward the world ahead.

Telmus cleared his throat, "I can tell you something about the prey you hunt though, as a sign of my honesty. The girl is also a child of Trion but she is not from the Tiberius family, so I am indeed curious how she was able to come in contact with whomever it was that stole the Tribulation Energy, also the cat with her should be a Lightning Kirin, one of the favored children of the universe, although I can smell something of the Demon around it."

"Interesting," Urroghat rubbed his chin in thought, "she is not from the Tiberius family, and you are also not from that family, which one are you from?"

"Mine!" A cold voice like the personification of winter sounded behind the two men.

Telmus sighed, "This matter does not concern you, mother."

"Oh, but it does child," The goddess Minerva replied, "It is not easy that such a prize wanders into our shores, every Major God from all the surrounding galaxies has hidden themselves like rats, and digging them out is harder than finding the teeth of a crow. I let you have your fun Telmus, but this matter is beyond you."

Urroghat had been silent for a while but the attitude from the goddess triggered his rage, his eyes beginning to burn as swirling red and black sand surrounded him, each grain of sand was as heavy as a world.

"Oh…" Minerva exclaimed as if she was surprised, "We can not have that. This area must be kept free of conflict, you see."

She snapped her fingers and chains similar to what was tying down Telmus sprang all over Urroghat and tightened, Urroghat could barely scream his challenge when he was wrapped under a million links of chains that sparkled like moonlight.

A closer look would reveal that these chains came from her long white hair, and judging from the amount she had just used to imprison a Major God, it was only a tiny fraction of her hair!

A Major God was a whole realm above a Minor God and they could easily crush a thousand Minor gods with the snap of their fingers. What did it say about Minerva that she could effortlessly restrain a Major God?

Thunderous rumble emanated from the bound figure but it was useless as Minerva shrunk the god until he was as small as her pinkie finger and brought his bound form to her, she daintily placed the shaking figure inside a small purse she kept by her side and exclaimed,

"This is the 41st captured god, and I've taken the lead, with the capture of this Major God. Good job Telmus, you are my lucky charm."

Telmus growled, "Release him mother."

Minerva arched her brow and stepped closer to Telmus, so close the tips of their noses nearly touched,

"Then stop me child… wait, you can't. You refuse my gift of Divinity, trusting on an unknown path you choose to walk all on your own, yet after all these years you still fail for your dreams are impossible, trust me, I should know all about impossible dreams. If you take my hand child, then we shall be the ruler of the gods. I shall no longer punish you and you can have it all, even… me."