The Primordial Record

Chapter 673 I Can Smell Her

?Maeve stood up in alarm as she noticed that there were three distinct presences falling onto the planet. Their speed was fast as they quickly circled the planet before they seemed to detect her position and they began to descend near her position.

Maeve urged her Spirit to scan these intruders but she could not glean much from them, only a sensation of bleeding flesh that stank of corroded oil, polluted flames, and deep rot, but that was enough for her to know what was coming…

Abominations!

The grin that broke out on her face was almost feral. These were the bastards that caused her lord distress and great pain. She had been praying for the day she could find them again, and her prayer had been answered as the universe chose to deliver them to her doorstep.

She could not ascend to godhood with these sorts of distractions around, but she was okay with this, slaughtering these Abominations would just be the primer needed for her to become a goddess.

Covering herself in shadows drawn from the smoke from her budding Pyre flames, she began to slink towards the location of the landing Abominations.

As she moved, multiple shadows escaped from her body and drilled into the ground or vanished into the air.

Maeve was slowly creating a choke point where she could butcher her enemies, determined not to let a single one of them escape. Her green eyes flashed before they were covered by shadows and she vanished.

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Three massive bodies slammed into the ground, cracking the earth for thousands of feet and sending shockwaves into the air, for they did not slow down until they touched down, creating three massive craters that glowed with heat as the sand liquefied and cooled into glass.

Dust and smoke covered these descended arrivals before a harsh wind blowing from the south revealed their forms, which turned out to be three massive spider-like creatures, with the movements from their bodies they appeared to be alive, as their seven legs dug straightened up a bit after absorbing the shock of their descent.

Each of these creatures was almost five hundred feet in circumference and if their appendages that gripped the ground were added then they could easily be bigger than a thousand feet.

A loud hissing sound escaped from them as a large port opened in their center and these spider-like creatures parted in half revealing tens of thousands of figures.

The silence was broken as multiple thousands of Reapers, these seventeen-foot-tall Abominations began to spread around, their four arms digging into the ground as they assumed a more animalistic form as they went on all fours, this change was made so they could become faster on land.

They escaped from the craters and began to spread covering the entire perimeter like locust, until the earth surrounding this area had been filled with their numbers. A rough estimate would place the Reapers here to be about thirty-five thousand.

Behind the Reapers were several Desecrators, their nine heads peering around, and their wings that were wet with a sort of thick slime were being shaken in order for them to soon take flight.

The three spiderlike constructs all these Abominations emerged from began to merge with each other as a new structure was beginning to be created on the surface of the planet.

Looking over all these was the Abomination Champion. His figure had not changed all that much, he had long white hair that reached his knees, but a closer look would reveal that this was no longer hair, as sometimes in the past they had been transformed into thin white worms.

These worms moved independently and with the mouth attached to their ends, they were busy consuming each other, every passing second, hundreds of worms cannibalized each other, and new worms were regrown on the head of the Abomination Champion.

What was alarming was that each worm that was brutally consumed cried out in bliss before it died, for their short lives were nothing but endless pain.

His three pairs of eyes were cold and now they were all fully opened, this was a sign that all his personalities had been fully integrated and he was no longer a confused being with a mother and sister fighting constantly in his head.

He had devoured their essence and became complete, shocking even Lamia, for the core of his being was to have such a chaotic nature, and because he could transcend even his nature, he developed a strong immunity against Lamia's control and any sort of mental manipulation in general as he could easily see through subterfuge of any kind whether magical or mundane.

At first, the Abomination Core had been deeply wary about her first champion and imprisoned him out of fear and was planning to destroy him, but after creating more Champions, she began to see a certain purpose for the existence of this creature.

It could be used as a failsafe, in case any of her broods were compromised by both internal and external factors, at that time she would need something that could be resistant to mental manipulations to correct that error.

So she separated this Champion and kept him hidden most of the time, and it would turn out that her fears were correct and paid off in a manner that she did not even anticipate.

The Gods of Trion had made their move and Lamia had been taken without any ability to resist, and the plans she had placed herself in order to help her to solve any internal error in her brood turned out to be her last opportunity for survival.

The Abomination Champion bone mask snapped aside, the mask resembled two bony hands clasped together and when they opened the fingers retreated into his jaw to reveal his gaunt face, he turned to another two figures behind him, the first who stumbled before righting himself.

It was Augustus Tiberius and he shook his head as if he was dizzy from their landing, he was not as strong as he used to be, this did not help that he had an Abomination growing inside him, and not just any Abomination, their queen itself was inside him—Lamia.

Her voice pierced out through the cover of his Armor speaking to the girl behind him.

"Are you sure she is here? I don't want to search another barren rock again for nothing. Time is of the essence!"

The girl ignored the voice of Lamia and looked around. This was the girl that Augustus rescued in that dying world all those years ago, and now she was different, her skin appeared to now be a merger of metal and flesh, but it was undeniable that as she replied the irritated Abomination after a few seconds passed, that the voice belonged to Absomet the Rune Ship,

"Yes, she is here… I can smell her." Absomet grinned.