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Chapter 298 Scum From Covenant

There were many terms used to describe gods, and the ones most often neglected was "old". Especially for the gods of Trion. These ancient monsters had existed from an incredibly distant time, and even though they were currently worshiped as gods. There was a time when they were nothing but monsters.

There was something incredibly different about Boreas and any other godlike beings he had met, and Rowan had a suspicion that the other gods of Trion shared this trait. There was something… extra in their make-up, a monstrous quality that Rowan could recognize, because it was similar to his serpents.

The word Rowan was looking for was Primal.

Boreas\'s eyes turned to the struggling Rowan and inside them, he could see both curiosity, rage, amusement, and many host of emotions that would be impossible to describe, it was as if the god felt many emotions simultaneously.

But one thing Rowan could take away from it was the frightening amount of intelligence in that gaze. This was a creature that had seen endless sunrises and sunsets, and his confidence was unmatched.

This was a being that was assured of his omnipotence after countless years of power. In this life, Rowan had begun understanding what it truly meant to be this powerful. It was something more potent than any drugs, it transcended what any mortal could ever conceive in their heart.

Rowan had to make his moves now because all the chess pieces were not on the board, and a sneaky fella was out there, probably rubbing his hands together in glee while waiting for him to dance like a clown in a circus.

The Primordial Record inside his body was trembling, as it detected the other pages of itself that were close.

You have something of mine. Rowan roared inside. His fingers twitched, and he let go of the spear supporting his weight and stood with difficulty.

His mind went cold as he slowed down his thoughts. He let himself feel calm for a single moment, and then he began his attack by making his first move.

Rowan looked into the sky, his eyesight penetrating the clouds and zoomed to a particular empty patch of space outside the planet, and even though his senses could not detect anything at all from that spot, the tremble from the Primordial Record was real, and with its agitation, the strings that bounded it became clear in Rowans vision.

The screams from the Sigils were loud, and they formed into multiple layers that would have drowned him before, but with an effort of will, he pushed it aside.

He began to speak because he was sure that his Father was at this moment examining him, and his voice was not loud, but it would be easily understood as the surrounding Aether carried his words.

He sometimes wondered what he would say to this duplicitous man if he ever saw him again, and the next words from his mouth covered all the controlled anger he had towards this fat spider.

"It is not nice to draw problems to others while you stay fat, safe and happy, is it not?"

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Boreas turned to look into space and his eyes flashed a stunning blue that covered space and puzzlement colored the gaze of the god for he found nothing, but his intuition told him that something was there.

Boreas had been instantly aware of who killed Erohim the moment his senses reached the planet, and he saw the circumstances of his death.

He knew who struck the killing blow. But who was it that controlled the killer, and who wished for him to be here? Nothing this weak god killer had displayed would show he was capable of deceiving his sight, although he was a powerful specimen with a unique bloodline, but he was young and without guile as far as he could tell.

More concerning was that he had detected the remains of demons, and a fiery power on his Anima, he had combed the entire planet, and he could not find a similar energy around, this led him to the conclusion that someone here was using him as their chess piece, and he was meant to be here at the moment of their choice.

It was most likely the Covenant. This blow they had struck against him was painful to say the least on the surface, but he had a hundred ways he would pay them back.

From the memories of his descendants and everyone he just ate, he gathered the total summation of their experiences up until this point. His mind began to piece together who would be capable of such feats, there was Kohron who held the leash of all the demons attacking the Empire, and maybe Ulremazz.

When Rowan began talking to someone in space, it would seem as if it was wasted words as his voice echoed into nothingness and nothing changed, but Boreas knew that it had been received by someone.

A god could not be deceived by intent, it was why Medan was the favored language of power. Although he could not detect who was hiding in space, he could understand when the words of Rowan was heard by other ears and they had received that intent.

Boreas was interested to see if he could detect anyone he was familiar with, but even after checking every single fragment in space, down to the atomic level, he could not detect anyone else. He confirmed it was most likely Ulremazz, for his veils were particularly powerful.

Knowing he needed to intervene in this matter, for few could disobey the gods of Trion except for the saboteurs of the Covenant, he began to speak.

Disregarding the cries of pain from his descendants below him, except for one who was not of his blood, Melusine Bacchus, the rest below were disappointments, but if they could endure the cleansing of his presence, their bloodline would be further refined and their growth would see an explosive increase.

Boreas words thundered as the sky shook and the planet shuddered below him, "Scums from Covenant, reveal yourself. My patience is limited. Your pawn has accomplished his mission, why do you stay back and risk more of my wrath?"

But his conclusion was shattered with the following series of events.