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Chapter 243 The Weeping God

Plus some planets were simply too hostile, or barren or were filled with resources that the Empire did not lack or have the use for, so many of such planets were left alone, also some of these planets were privately owned.

It would not be strange for powerful Dominators to own their own planet outside the Empire. With all these factors, it was apparent why the Empire state of expansion had stopped.

But Rowan had no limits to the amounts of worlds he could seed. He could quietly collect every unclaimed world first, and use them as a way to continue his unstoppable growth.

Getting to the second Great Circle was a priority for Rowan, as at that level, he would have access to more chambers inside his Palace of Ice and a second Word of Enoch, and with his Ouroboros Bloodline, he would be truly powerful, perhaps enough to challenge Earth gods, at that time his worries would be conflicts with the gods themselves.

Seeding planets would be his foremost agenda, but first, he would be remiss to leave the benefits to be received from this planet behind, after all, he had made so many preparations and Jarkarr was to be the start of his experimentation on warfare on a planetary scale, although he expected that he would most likely lose in the oncoming conflict, the experience he gained from it would be invaluable.

He ran through the plans he had made so far one more time inside his head.

From the memories he acquired from the blood of the world, Rowan was able to piece together some few things.

When he intended to consume a Continent to fuel his growth, he had unmistakably unleashed a unique power of his Ouroboros Serpent, which was killing a world consciousness.

Rowan could be excused for this ignorance because before now he had no idea that a world could have any sort of consciousness, and he had no idea his Ouroboros Serpents were capable of such feats.

He had only briefly come in contact with this consciousness the first time he fully activated his Empyrean sense, and he was confused about the sensation he had been feeling, one of which was lust. It would seem unknowingly his bloodline was lusting for the power of the imprisoned god inside the planet, for he heard a heartbeat.

He did not know if it was unique to Jarkarr or if it was the same with every planet, but the act of poisoning the world to kill it, so his Ouroboros Serpents could feed led to an unintended consequence when he discovered that a god\'s Divine Kingdom was merged with Jarkarr.

It was the source of the Great Storm every ten years!

Deep within the planet in what should be the core is a massive head with two faces, which was of a man and a woman. The eyes of the man cried tears of flames, while that of the woman cried tears of ice.

The skin on the head resembled dry desert sand, and multiple runes that shot out colored sparks covered the entire head like a tattoo.

Below the head, the body of the god had no skin, and massive silver roots pierced all through its giant frame that was well over fifty thousand feet in length. These silver roots extended towards all parts of the planet, penetrating deep into the mountains and valleys of the land, and the blood of the god was used to nurture Blue Iron.

Yet, the blood of a god was not easily harvested, and he saw a ten thousand feet spike set upon the head of the god, and every decade it would be slowly driven into the skull, causing the god to cry out in pain. The tears from the female side would cause snow to cover the planet, and the flames from the male side would melt the blood inside their veins, and it would be pumped by the roots into the planet.

Those who stayed outside during the Great Storm did not survive the experience, but before they died, they would have heard the sound of their god screaming. The sound of Erohim Screaming!

For 17,000 years, this pitiful god had been tortured.

During the moment his Empyrean sense came into contact with the mind of this god, he understood that his poisoning of the world had been met by relief, and intense anger. Rowan could understand the first one, and a bit about the second. If he had endured 17,000 years of torture, he would be relieved at his freedom but also angered by his failure to pay back his torturers in the same coin.

How much anger and hatred could be built up after being tortured for such a long time. If this was nothing less than a god, any other being would have long gone insane. Perhaps this would have been a mercy. But a god should not have the solace of madness, after all they were gods.

Rowan discovered, as he was about to take these next steps that would bring him to the forefront of the world and reveal himself, he was not nervous. In fact, his bloodline was beginning to boil and Rowan knew his next series of actions were what his over enthusiastic bloodline required.

I see. I want. I conquer.

Rowan began flying up, his Telekinesis picking him up with a formless hand, and shooting him up, exiting the range of the moon until he stood in space, a passing burst of Aether fluttered his Energy Cloak, and he stood in the middle of four heavenly bodies!