The Primordial Record

Chapter 675 Surrounded

Killing an Abomination as Absomet came to discover was difficult, you could not just behead them or cut off their limbs, if it was that simple, Absomet would have easily eradicated Lamia's horde no matter their numbers with the weapons previously available to her.

An Abomination had an unearthly vitality and few to little vital organs, they could be referred to as nothing but teeth and claws with bodies attached to them.

Slicing off their heads was useless, their heads would still have life and if they had no way to merge with their body, the head would simply grow new pairs of limbs, and their bodies would most likely grow two more heads as they adapted to their injuries.

The only way to kill them was to crush their bodies into mush until their vitality could not heal from such terrible trauma, and even then there was a high risk of contamination if the bodily fluids of the Abomination were to enter the body of their attackers, their system would be compromised and a new Abomination would be born from the body of their unwilling host.

This process was incredibly painful.

With the presence of Lamia, it was still more difficult to kill an Abomination because with her unique Aether, she could rapidly heal them and provide them with the means to evolve in a manner that made them more resistant to what previously harmed them.

As the rank of an Abomination increased, their vitality also improved drastically, and for a high-ranking Abomination like a Desecrator, even grounding up its body would not kill it instantly and if these crushed pieces were not burned to ashes, it would heal itself.

So the shock of witnessing a Desecrator killed in such a brief and shocking fashion stunned Absomet.

Dull thuds began to resound over the crater as Desecrators and Reapers began to lose their lives, as a figure that could barely be seen flitted through their ranks. The figure could barely be seen, but what it left behind was apparent.

Either an army of thousands was attacking or a single person was moving around supernaturally fast because Abominations began to fall in droves and trees were taking their places, in a short while the crater was beginning to be filled with so much vegetation, that it was almost as if a forest had appeared out of nowhere.

This environment favored the attackers as visibility was now reduced and the trees had scattered the tight arrangements of the Abominations. The sounds of the growing trees were becoming so loud it was masking the sounds of the intense butchery.

Surprise cries arose among the Abominations as their numbers were being rapidly whittled down and the forest grew thicker. The dense smell of flowers covering this area was very sweet, but this smell signified a potent poison carried by the trees. It was a good thing that an Abomination was mostly resistant to poison or they would all be dead.

A shrill scream from Lamia arose through the din, silencing every panicking abomination, and they began to converge around the spider-like structure they arrived in, which was now in the shape of a building.

Lamia had no chance to begin evolving her Abominations because there was nothing left behind for her to manipulate, the trees growing from the corpses of the Abominations grew so quickly that they sucked every bit of flesh from them in a matter of seconds, leaving nothing behind.

The Abominations clustered thickly among themselves and they resembled a wall of teeth and claws, and even air would be unable to pass through their ranks.

In a short while, barely fifteen seconds had passed and every single Desecrator had been slaughtered, they had been particularly targeted because it would seem their capability of flight made them a priority for elimination, and the number of Reapers that had fallen was at least a few thousand.

This speed of killing was too fast! The evidence of this great slaughter was the massive forest that had surrounded them in such a little while.

Absomet nodded in satisfaction, it was not every day that she saw something as pleasant as this.

"Where is she?!" Lamia shrieked, her voice penetrating through Augustus' armor with so much force he began to bleed from every orifice in his body, only the unholy vitality of the Abominations kept him standing.

"Everywhere." the Champion replied and grinned, exposing needle-sharp teeth like a sharp before his face mask snapped close, and he bent his body to the side as if swayed by the breeze.

That sudden move from the Abomination Champion made a hand covered with flames narrowly miss him, the hand paused for a fraction of a second before continuing towards Augustus who was behind the Champion.

The hand of the Abomination Champion snapped forward and seized the hand by the wrist stopping it cold, but the momentum of the blow was so great that the wind it generated from its motion slammed into Augustus like a meteor, launching him into the structure behind with a resounding boom that was drowned by the pained cry of Augustus, who was only saved from death by his armor, nevertheless, his armor had been crushed to pieces and he fell face down to the ground, a large pool of blood spreading all around him.

The hand seized by the Abomination Champion suddenly wilted turning into a dried branch. The Abomination Champion chuckled like a child as if he was impressed by an impressive trick.

Augustus groaned and stood up jerkily like a marionette, it was clear that his body was under the control of Lamia for it was far too broken to stand unaided.

"Coward, show yourself!" Lamia hissed.

With the destruction of Augustus' armor, the form of Lamia was revealed. Similar to how Rowan once saw her inside the Nexus, the head of Lamia was growing out of Augustus' chest.

Like a parasite, the head had drained all the flesh and blood around his torso leaving a decrepit sight behind, barely held together by bones and stringy bits of muscles.

The forest around began to rustle, as thousands of figures of men, women and children emerged from the forests.

"Be careful what you ask for," The Abomination Champion laughed, his sickly voice like that of a corpse.