The Primordial Record

Chapter 686 Shaking Trion

The laughter from the man increased in intensity, and with a faint pop, the left eyes of the laughing man fell off, and inside the gaping hole, there was the beginning of a silver light that was building.

The eyeball rolled to the feet of the Earth gods and stopped. One of the Earth gods peered down at the eye that was engorged with blood and that appeared to be staring at them with fear and fury.

The laughter from the man increased and the light shining inside his body was now visible in his throat, as if he had been filled up with a pool of lightning.

The Earth gods became alarmed, the light erupting from the body of the Guardsman filled their hearts with a sense of suffocation and intense danger, one of them conjuring a spear of ice to freeze this aberration, but it was already too late.

The helpless man who was watching his body being piloted had been screaming all these while to no avail, his Territory was now empty, the light from the glowing metallic substance had eaten away everything. It floated in the emptiness of his Territory and the light it was giving out was tearing the last bit of sanity left in his mind.

The intense heat generated from whatever process was happening had melted the metal and it began to shrink, from a size of a small hill, the glowing metal shining as bright as a star reduced until it was the size of a peach and then there was a bright flash of light and he mercifully knew no more.

The Guardsman would never know that his Territory had been filled with more than fifty tons of high-grade Mithril. This metal was powerful and durable, and it was also very notorious because it was supernaturally radioactive, and usually Mithril had to be combined with other materials for it to be used, and even then it was with great caution.

This was not an alloy of Mithril; it was a hundred percent pure Mithril untainted by the tiniest amount of impurities.

No one wanted to touch even a small portion of Mithril, even if it was a very low-grade one, and placing it inside a Territory was madness, it would be preferable to drink lava. The Mithril would slowly eat away at your Territory and the light that it emitted would tear apart the sanity of those in close contact with it.

As if that was not enough, when Mithril is subjected to certain temperatures and conditions, it turns volatile and explodes, releasing a terrible amount of heat, force, and poisoning rays that could corrupt its surroundings for tens of thousands of years.

The energy it gave off was earth-shattering as a tiny piece of Mithril a few grams in weight given the right conditions would release enough energy to level a small town.

The resulting explosion of five thousand tonnes of high-grade Mithril could hardly be imagined. If this explosion had occurred on a Minor World, it would be enough to not only destroy the entire planet, there would be nothing of it left but a poisonous cloud.

Even from outer space the explosion on the surface of Trion could be seen as the flash for a brief instant was a million times brighter than the sun.

A mushroom cloud that was glowing silver and reached heights of two thousand miles erupted on its surface, and the shockwave traveled a hundredth of the planet.

Trion was the biggest Major World in the universe, this event was enough to be felt on nearly half of the planet.

This explosion killed forty hundred and thirty-three thousand people instantly. The injured numbered in the tens of millions, and more would succumb to their injuries during the coming days because it was nearly impossible to heal from Mithril Poisoning.

The number of deaths and injuries would have been countless more than this but for the powerful consciousness of Trion which quickly encircled the explosion, keeping it from traveling past a thousand miles and forcefully suppressing it until it was in an area smaller than ten thousand feet, only such an action had stopped hundreds of millions from instantly perishing and injuring at least a billion more.

This place has been irretrievably poisoned by the Mithril explosion and a silver fire still rages hot over the location that was previously a Boreas Family stronghold that held more than a million soldiers.

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Circe Boreas covered herself with a shield of air that not only served to carry her over the city of Radask, but with her careful manipulation, she was able to reflect light, sound, heat, and many other forces with it, effectively rendering her invisible.

Commanding the wind alone with her innate ability over the element, Circe avoided using any single bit of Aether, thereby rendering her invisible to magical and mundane sight.

But this was just for the Earth god level and below. Circe with her increasing merger with the Lightning Kirin had reached the Third Great Circle and was now a Cinder Spark.

Her growing powers and her impressive talents made such a feat almost effortless, but her mind was not settled and so it was especially difficult for her to handle all these various forces as easily as she could have done it.

She reduced her speed to what she could hold without revealing any flaws, and thankfully the majority of the attention of people around and below her, although focused on the sky, was not on her position, they were all gazing with fear and awe at the pillar of white flame far behind her.

Trion had responded and had shrunk the range of the explosion to the limits, but the explosive force of Mithril and its nature made it very difficult to extinguish, and so a pillar of white flame that was burning at millions of degrees and stretching more than a thousand miles into the air and hundreds of miles into the ground lit up the entire horizon.

The explosion that resulted from a plan she made with Archimedes was beyond her expectations, and Circe was numb with shock and regret at the number of people that would perish due to her actions.

The fact that Archimedes the Lightning Kirin had been screaming in her ears all these while did not help matters.

"Holy shiiiett… Can you believe that? When Rowan gave you all those Mithril, I thought that it must be the lowest grade, but I was so wrong, this is the purest grade of Mithril I have ever come across, how the hell did he get access to ten thousand tonnes of this stuff? Did you see the explosion?! It is a good thing we were thousands of miles away or we would be ashes…"