The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1770

Chapter 1770: The Sword of Telmus

Telmus had fought many battles in his life, and he had never known defeat, but he had been wounded. In fact, he had been injured only twice in his life when in battle. The first time was when he raised his sword against his mother as a child, and she had shattered every bone in his body as she laughed at him. The last time was against the God King, Golgoth, who attacked his only weakness as a mortal, which was his soul.

One thing was clear to him: every time he had been wounded, it was because he had let his guard down and chosen to trust his opponents’ honor.

He had not expected his mother to crush him as a child who first held a sword; likewise, with Golgoth, Telmus had not seen that soul attack coming. If Telmus wanted to fight dirty against the Gods of Trion, he could have targeted their temples and believers; he was powerful enough to sweep across the entire surface of Trion and erase all life, but he had chosen to fight the gods directly in an honorable display where the most powerful would prevail.

And for his folly, he had been cut down.

As if he had not learned his mistake, Telmus had allowed the voice of the demon to remain in his heart as a sign of his honor. He was willing to fight for the chance to reclaim his life, even given the conditions placed before him.

If he wanted, Telmus could have broken the hold of the Primordial Demon in his soul, but he did not. Even if he were going to fight the Primordial, he would do it directly; he would announce his intentions, wait for Xylos to prepare himself, before he would attack.

This was his spirit born from the sheer confidence he had in his abilities, yet once again, he had been burned by those who had no honor.

Telmus was in pain, but this pain of the flesh was nothing before the rage in his heart. For one, he had accepted that Primordial Demon would betray him, the same way that Golgoth did, yet there was still a bit of hope that for something so ancient, there must be a part of them that still knew honor; obviously, he was wrong.

Still, what caused Telmus to rage was the corruption of his opponents. In the moments before the seven mysterious figures were to manifest, Telmus had felt his bloodline ripple, and he sensed the connection he had with them.

This was the first time he had felt something like this in his life, a sense of connection that equaled and was showing signs of exceeding the connection he had with his family and Telmus was eager to share with them and understand them in the language he knew best, which was using battle, but this damned demon... this fucking demon may have stolen this opportunity away from him!

His body was covered with intense lightning that should have turned him to ash a trillion times over, but Telmus Will was unbreakable and covered his flesh with a thin film that blocked every act of destruction from touching him.

However, the force from the blow was continuously pushing him through the air like a shooting star, and if this battle were happening in Reality, Telmus’s body would have crossed half of it by now.

A roar that shook the entire Arena burst out from Telmus,

"Xylos!!! For this betrayal, I shall FUCKING KILL YOU....AAHHH...."

His body, which had been shooting into the distance with speeds many times faster than light, suddenly halted as Telmus’s Will commanded his body to stop.

A massive shockwave burst out of his surroundings that caused the Arena to shake and weaker immortals watching it to fall from their seats. Telmus’s understanding of Will was still imperfect, and when he halted his momentum, he had not allocated for the excess energy he was carrying, or he did not just care, and all this energy, having nowhere to go, was released from his body as a frightening shockwave.

Telmus’ eyes closed, and everything around him went still. From extreme motion to standing still and from extreme rage to a calm clarity, it happened nearly instantaneously.

He threw away his anger and rage, for they would not serve him here. This battle had transformed, and Telmus could no longer slowly learn to comprehend his Will in battle; instead, he had to hurriedly master his abilities because he was going to be killing Primordials.

His mind returned to the moments of his youth, when he first held a blade and watched the demonstration of the simple sword forms. Telmus had been captivated by this, and from that moment, he learnt all of his combat arts from referencing these first simple sword forms.

The corrupted fusion of bloodlines stood still for a moment; its form was a statement that all things, no matter their nature, could be broken and remade into a tool of consumption and destruction.

It took a step and then began to run, its body blurred across the distance. The white disc of the Arena screamed as its massive body, heavier than a hundred dimensions, crossed through space.

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