The Primordial Record
chapter-578

578 Flames Of Penalty

Vraegar had been in a special state since the moment he woke up, it was one of intense hunger. He had always experienced a variety of hunger in his life but this one was different, it was primal, something that he craved with every fiber of his being, and the only thing that kept him sane was the presence of his omnipotent father in his mind.

Rowan's words exceeded any discomfort he was feeling, and the fear of going against his father's wishes held Vraegar back from falling into his baser instinct. The young Empyrean Dragon needed a firm guiding hand as a juvenile, and he was lucky he had a strong father like Rowan or he would have fallen into depravity.

His body had digested all the powers from the Tribulation and judging by his present size he had benefited a lot.

The Dragon's Nosferatu Technique was at the Transcendent state and after digesting the Origin Tribulation for this technique his state of being had transcended to the Fourth Supreme Circle as an Empyrean, or an Earth god judging from the power scaling of Dominators.

Although calling Vraegar an Earth god was a grave disservice to his present capabilities, as he was not fully aware of his present strength, Eva had deemed it fit for him to become one of Rowan's trump cards.

When he reached the fourth Supreme Circle, Vraegar required a vast amount of Essence, for unlike Dominators who practiced the path of Territories, Vraegar's path was that of the Core, and the dynamics of their operation were different.

A Territory nurtures power, while a Core seizes power. Each has its advantages and disadvantages but for now…

Vraegar was starving.

To avoid attracting any attention from the Cerulean gods he was forbidden from drawing Aether from the environment to feed his Core, and for his newly reforged Core that required sustenance, this was an ache he could hardly bear.

The call from the Lady of Shadows came to a Dragon that was nearly insane with hunger and when his eyes opened, it was first filled with blood, and that blood was sucked into his body, leaving his eyes pale like bleached glass.

Vraegar gave a soundless roar and unwrapped himself from the coil he made from his body.

His body was now completely white, even the spikes in his spine and his claws that were tipped with red were now eerily white. His white scales could barely hide his gaunt figure, and he stretched, his bones cracking like massive thunder booms.

From the tip of his snout to the end of his spear-like tail, Vraegar measured 3,580 meters, which was about the entire lengths of twelve aircraft carriers in Rowan's previous life if they were arranged end to end.

He was lean, not more than 300 meters at his widest point, his wings could spread out for more than 6,000 meters from one end to another and this was just his base form having entered the fourth Supreme Circle. The more he fed his Core, the bigger he was going to get.

With his Ascension to the fourth Supreme Circle, his Empyrean nature was fully activated, and Vraegar's size was a representation that he was no longer a species that was bound by universal laws to an extent.

His cold white eyes peered across the vastness of space to the area of desolation where a black wave was spreading as it crushed countless worlds and stars to nothingness.

Already seven Minor Worlds had fallen, and for other lesser planets, no one bothered to count.

Vraegar snorted his anger at this pest gnawing on his father's meal and his body flashed and vanished into the distance.

His passage through space left a weird phenomenon, for everywhere he passed through was leeched of everything… vitality, heat, motion, power…

Vraegar took it all but it was barely a trickle in the vast sea that was his empty Core and his madness increased, causing his speed to skyrocket.

He beat his wings once more passing over a planet so fast, to the mortal below there was barely a flash… that was before the planet froze, its rotation ceased and it silently collapsed to ashes.

Of the hundred thousand monsters released by Tenma, the furthest was a million miles ahead of the rest and it was the first figure to emerge from his Divine Kingdom.

Ahead of this figure was a green Minor World and this figure opened its horrifying maws and was about to descend on this planet when a blade made from flame emerged from space and stabbed into its open mouth, with a savage motion, it sliced this monster into two.

The figure exploded into a million drops of blood and reconfigured itself, ignoring its attacker, it swerved to dive toward the planet ahead, its only goal was to consume.

Suriel and the rest of the Archangels emerged from the depths of space ahead of all these creatures and they surrounded the first monster who survived Suriel's initial blow.

They set upon the monster with blades of Celestial flames and the creature howled as it was devoured by their ferocious attack, its body scattered into pieces once more but there was less of him, when it reconfigured itself, it was barely three feet tall and appeared like a shrunken man.

Suriel frowned, "This is Abyssal Flesh… Our great enemy is here."

A loud howl resounded through space as thousands of creatures reached their position and ignored the Archangels, striving to reach the worlds ahead.

Suriel lifted his right hand and pointed a single finger upwards, at the tip of that finger a small tongue of flame appeared, and unlike the golden flames that the Archangels controlled, this one was red.

Suriel eyes also caught aflame, burning with a rich red color, and with a roar, the tongue of flame in his fingertips began to grow as it was fed by wisps of red flames shooting out from Suriel's body.

The flames expanded dramatically until it was more than a few miles in diameter and suddenly it shrank to a tiny drop before it exploded.

The flash from this explosion illuminated half the galaxy!

"Burn them!"

Behind Suriel, three other red flames began to arise.

Their ancient enemy was here, and the Flames of Penalty could be unleashed once more.