The Primordial Record-Chapter 1470 Let Me Take This Burden

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This Earth god has suffered great damage, his right arm was gone, as well as his eyes, and a major chunk of his face, torso, and what was left of his limbs were barely being held together by a few strings of flesh.

White flames covered him like a shroud, and hundreds of red skulls chomped on his flesh, crushing themselves in their attempt to carve out even an inch out of his body, and no matter how many skulls were destroyed in their attempts to consume the Dark One, there were still so many left, waiting for their chance, the relentless flood of screaming skulls had never stopped flowing, it was as if the entirety of the continent's vengeful souls were heading towards this location.

The fifteen-foot frame of the Earth god was filled with so many traumatic injuries it was hard to imagine how he was remaining on his feet. Yet he still stood, and there was a sound emerging from his chest, it was almost like laughter, but Rowan could detect the note of disbelief within it.

The attacks of the mortals had been terrible, but during their onslaught, they had inadvertently destroyed one of the tendrils pumping corrosive poison into the veins of the Dark One, there were two left in his body, and they appeared to be coming loose, it would not take much to tear it loose from his body, but that depends on whether the Dark One was fit enough to take advantage.

However, Rowan knew that victory was not close, no matter how grievously the injuries of the Dark One appeared, and even though this Earth god no longer had the Aether or Essence to heal himself, his vitality was something that was almost impossible to be described by a mortal's mind, unless he was grounded to dust, he would still have a way to fight, his combat ability was still dreadful and he was about to be free.

Still invisible, Rowan landed with both feet on the shoulder of the Earth god, driving the surprised being to his knees and he slammed his blade into the spine, straining every muscle in his body, he roared inside his heart as he bent the blade to the side, snapping it in half, leaving the rest embedded in the spine of the Dark One.

He felt a large burst of wind heading towards him and Rowan launched himself away from the Dark One as what was like an explosion powerful enough to rip the continent in half tore past his previous location, which had simply been the Dark One swiping across the air with his left hand.

Rowan may have launched himself backward, but his legs were still wrapped around the neck of the Dark One, and immediately as he felt that swipe brush past him, he tensed the muscles of his legs and core, slingshotting his body back to his position, the left arm of the Dark One was still upraised, and Rowan drove the remnants of his blade into the armpit of the Dark One, and this time he roared aloud as he bent the blade to the side to snap of its remnants, leaving only the hilt remaining with him. The left arm of the Dark One seized, almost frozen in place as the blade had slid in-between his joints, locking the arm in place, Rowan noticing that he had been successful with his attacks, pushed himself away from the Dark One, and it was just in time before a terrible scream erupted from the cornered half-god.

Its soundwave from that cry slammed into Rowan like a direct blast from a hurricane, banishing the invisibility around him and shredding through the remnants of his armor like it was made from paper mache. Rowan felt his ribs fracture, and his left shoulder, hip bone, and right wrist dislocate as he was slammed against the far end of the fleshy wall.

There was a brief flash of whiteness drowning his mind, and Rowan knew that he was on the verge of being knocked out, he used the broken remnants of his willpower to jolt his consciousness, dispersing the fog, not caring about the pain, or that his head felt like it was about to explode from the strain.

Warm blood was sprayed out of every orifice of his face, even shooting out from the skin all over his body with pieces of his internal organs being expelled from his mouth, as his left ear drum exploded, alongside his right eye.

Rowan fell to his knees, bloody and half-dead, and he grinned, knowing that he had just experienced his last chance at life, if any single attack from the Earth god brushed past him like this, then this mortal body was finished.

Even as he was thinking of this, his body was already moving, popping his joints back into place and sliding bones into a position that would not hinder his mobility. Rowan felt that he was lucky that he still had an eye left, the sound wave had torn through his system and he had no valid means to defend himself from it.

The moment his knees touched the ground, it barely took a second before he was blasting towards his enemy, his gaze had never left the Dark One even when he was near the edge of unconsciousness, and his eyes had been wide opened. The Dark One was struggling to move and Rowan knew that he had brief moments before the ungodly power in the body of this half-god tore its way through the blades Rowan had slid between his joints.

Despite his uncomfortable position, even without eyes, the hearing of the Dark One was unmatched and it could hear Rowan heading towards him, not bothering with a cry, instead it kicked the air in front of him, a small gesture but the force that accompanied that kick carried a harsh wind that headed towards Rowan like a wrecking ball.

For Rowan, that attack had been telegraphed from a mile away, and he easily dodged to the side; it helped that he had been baiting the Earth god to strike first so that he could buy time to reach his target.

His first set of attacks had been deliberate, the blade at the top of his spine and under the armpit was to reduce the mobility of the Dark One, plus alerting him of his approach was to make the Dark One squander one of his attack chances, giving him the time to reach Wyra, the Archer.

Rowan stopped behind her and placed his arm on her bow,

"Let me take this burden from you."