The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 419  Summoning The Angels.

He needed to satisfy his curiosity and understand if it was feasible to gear his Legions with powerful weapons such as Lady.

Rowan immediately connected his consciousness to Nezrakim and Dora on the Great Battlefield on Trion and commanded them to use their Astral Projection to find traces of Weapon Spirit around.

Doing this would blow their cover but Rowan would be retrieving them soon, and using this opportunity they could also search for Maeve.

He would begin pulling all Angels with non-essential tasks back to his side for them to begin upgrading their levels. It was incredibly important for him to be able to create Archangels as soon as possible.

If he guessed on the amount of resources he would need to reach the Third Circle and finance his war machine then he would need helpers with the powers of gods in their millions to help him.

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Nezrakim and Dora bowed in celebration and acknowledgment.

Before the Creator awakened and led them to ultimate victory they had to reduce their presence and go about their duties with a guarded approach.

Although Angels were master infiltrators, able to take over or share the same body with any organism, they were ultimately beings of light that shunned hiding in the darkness.

It could be said that their possession ability was a new one that came about because they were previously Angels of Char. Such an extreme state caused a new ability to be written in their Divine Bodies.

They had been on this great battlefield for three years, and they had lost as many battles as they had won. All this tribulation made their growth rate accelerated, and beside Suriel, both of them were the Angels who were closer to maturity.

Their powers were currently at the Peak of the Second Circle, but due to the fact that they had to hide their presence as much as possible while searching for their target, they possessed the bodies of two Incarnation State Dominators and used powers only slightly above that level.

As they got closer to their target, the travails and the setbacks they faced increased, and for the past two weeks they were being hunted by a company of six Mages and three Demon Warriors.

The Mages were all peak Rank 3 Mages all sharing the same school for they wielded the power of Ice. During the long and ceaseless battles, most Mages would end up exhausting their Scripts, talismans, and potions.

This would force them to go back to the basics and focus on their Spells.

 In a manner, this made them more dangerous foes to contend with. It stripped the mages of distraction and every bad habit they may have learned during their life, reducing them to elemental powerhouses who could raze a world to ashes with a snap of their fingers.

All Great Mages had to be baptized in war and suffering.

The two Angels had been suffering from the assaults from the Mages because a Mage could wield the powers of Ice more effectively than most Dominators.

The Demon Warriors also on their tails were Imps. They were five feet tall with wicked long claws more than twelve inches long, they had small bat wings that could propel their gangly frame through the air with surprising speed, and they also had the ability to spit acid that could eat through metal and earth as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Originally there had been three times their number on their tail, but during the hunt, the two Angel had been able to whittle down the number of their pursuers.

However, this did not deter their assault, only increased their bloodlust. The pursuit had been a terrible one for both sides, only the vitality of the Angels could keep the bodies they were inhabiting in working shape.

With the order from their Creator to find their targets and return home they no longer had to manage pushing through this land broken by war with the nearly destroyed bodies of the Guardsmen they possessed.

They had been given free rein to unleash their might and they stopped and looked at each other, the joy in their eyes could not be denied. They no longer ran but waited for their pursuers, and Dora simply collapsed to the ground while looking at the war-torn sky.

She could appreciate the beauty in the chaos of war, for what were Angels, but warriors made to battle across the stars.

Nezrakim glanced at her and also sat down, he slowly began taking off what was left of his Power-Armor. He had maintained it as best as he could for he was the Shield while Dora was the Spear.

"Look at this world consumed by chaos," Dora whispered, each word she spoke made blood run from her mouth and throat, the body she was holding was missing its left hand and a sizable chunk of its guts, the acid from the imps made regenerating these bodies extremely difficult, even when you burn away the infected parts.

"Soon, it would all be cleansed by the Divine Flames of the Creator." Nezrakim cracked his head, "Stand up, those who are here to die have arrived, I am weary of wearing this body any second longer."

"Nah, I'm too lazy to stand for such tiny annoyances. Do your thing and let us leave, all this time that I've been far from the Creator's light, it had been painful."

Hooting and weird laughter suddenly came from the air as three imps flew over them.

Then a thirty-foot wall of ice rose and surrounded the two battered warriors. On top of the walls were six Mages who eyed them with glee after finally cornering their prey.

One of the Mages laughed aloud, "Finally stopped running? Well, we are going to tear the two of you to pieces and torture your flesh for as long as you can endure."

"I suddenly find myself eager to stretch my limbs again. Will you do it or should I?" Dora asked and began to slowly rise from the ground.

Nezrakim smiled, "You have been having all the fun while I was the punching bag. Let me flex my wings, they have seriously gone cramped."

One of the Mages, Kopas, a grizzled veteran of war who was here to seek fortune after being stuck as a Rank 3 Mage for two centuries with his lifespan running out.

Over the years he had become particularly adept at reading the flow of battle, and his instincts were screaming at him, it was almost as if they were the ones who were surrounded and not their prey.