The Primordial Record-Chapter 1241: The Cries Of Calamity

The Shiik above had focused on refining Calamity Aura to transform the road but she still had a little strength to spare and her Aura weakened and pushed back the lesser Calamity gods below, nearly cutting their strength in half.

This enabled the defenders of the road to focus more on the greater enemy, the horde of....

At first, Lost who was leading the defenders had thought that the advantages of this unexpected army from the Eye of Time would be their seemingly inexhaustible numbers, powerful fleshy bodies, and their power over a weird form of ice that could degrade all forms of energy, even Will, but he acknowledges that any weapon unleashed by the fragment of a Primordial as its trump card, and he was not wrong.

This silver horde did not possess life as it was normally known, and possessing their bodies with the power of creation had shown Lost that whenever any of them were killed, their essence was blasted away towards other members of the Horde, and then rebounded back to their bodies, and what returned was a hundred times stronger than what had been taken away. This was all Lost could understand of this process and this what with him borrowing a fraction of Rowan's Spirit to process the battle since he was occupied with directing all the golden giants.

However, this was enough for him to understand that he could not put down this army, he could only stall them for a while because killing them was simply making them stronger.

The best strategy for this battle would be to delay, as much as possible he was avoiding killing off as many of the silver horde as he could, focusing on crippling them and confusing their senses which was more difficult than he had first assumed because the horde seemed to share a collective sense and if not for the extreme adaptability of creation that could change any situation into one that was favorable to them, he would have relinquished this battle. It was funny that the Calamity gods, especially the Calamity Suns that were wreaking havoc in the distance, were holding back a major portion of the might of the Silver Horde.

Although it appeared that the least Calamity gods assaulting their forces were easy to dispatch, that was very far from the truth, it was only that Lost and the golden giants had the perfect weapon to counter the powers of the Calamity gods, which was the golden flames being unleashed by the Natal Treasures of every golden giant here.

That flame was representative of the endless hunger of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpents, and they did not burn, they consumed. It was in this manner that the flames could easily destroy these Calamity gods as it consumed their darkness from the insides and this was the first effect of the flame, the other hidden aspect of it was that it fed a part of the energy that was devoured back to the golden giants.

The amount of energy that could be gained by the golden giants all depended on their affinity with the golden flame. Those with higher affinity and more Natal Treasures were able to gain more sustenance from the flames, and this with the massive endurance granted to every golden giant meant they could virtually fight this battle for the rest of eternity.

The Calamity gods had the power of pure darkness within their bodies, and although they did not wield this power, it granted them the ability to devour everything and gave them an unreasonable healing factor.

The power of Ascendancy was one of its weaknesses, although that weakness was relatively minor, and to kill a lesser Calamity god using the power of Ascendancy alone was usually quite costly, and the silver horde was paying this price to kill these foul gods.

The silver bolts they fired from their stingers were powerful, but in close quarters that advantage was stripped away from them when the tentacles of the Calamity gods wrapped around their bodies and their many mouths filled with extremely sharp fangs began to chew threw armor and flesh, and so the silver horde used their many hands to rip these gods to pieces, every gesture they made carrying a chilling power that crushed the bodies of the Calamity gods to powder, but the regenerative factor of the Calamity gods ensured that this process was long and grueling.

Each Calamity Sun was a force of devastation that tore through reality like an endless cataclysm. Tentacles thousands of miles long swept through and past the endless ocean, tearing through millions of the silver horde, and as many as they were crushing, so where they devoured them.

Yet even from a distance, Lost could hear the cries of frustration from the Calamity gods because they were not gaining any sustenance from the silver horde, everything they ate was like cold smoke that dissipated in their stomachs, not giving them any nourishment. The same process that was enabling these silver horde to multiply their strength in such dramatic manner was simply pulling away every scrap of energy from those of them that had been swallowed by the Calamity Suns, and as Lost suspected as he saw the unending flood of the horde descending from the Eye of Time if their bodies were catastrophically destroyed with no means of healing, such as being swallowed into the stomach of a Calamity Sun, then they would be reborn on the Eye of Time.

Lesser Calamity gods that were being slain en-mass also seemed to be a useless prospect, because, for anyone that fell, a dozen took their place, the only reason there were not more of them on the surface was lack of space. From the surface of the ocean down to its depths, the forms of the Calamity gods writhed in the darkness.

This battle seemed like it was at a stalemate as the three armies seemed to be immortal, but slowly but surely, the tides were shifting.

The will of this realm was insane, and to solve its problem, it usually applied force, there were no tactics or clever manipulations of events, with the myriad of tools that were available for it to use, it simply used the most crude of them, its servants, the Calamity Suns, and this was a problem because despite how powerful these beings were, they were dumb brutes, their mind nothing but a feral cesspit of madness and hunger, and if there were any sort of tactics in their actions, they would have headed for the Eye of Time itself to challenge it on its turf, not waste their energy battling these horde on the surface.

Those that had escaped the devouring of the Calamity Suns had been killed hundreds of times, and their power levels were beginning to reach the threshold where their blows were now hurting the Calamity Suns.

In the beginning, no matter how many bolts were fired at the Calamity Suns they would shatter before they could even touch their flesh, but as time went by, the distance that the bolts could travel grew increasingly closer to the flesh of the Calamity Suns, and the first cry of pain that erupted from one of the Calamity Suns as a massive tentacle, thousands of miles long was sliced off at the root after being precisely targeted by the silver horde seemed to herald the change in the battle.