The Primordial Record - Chapter 1106: Memories Of Fire (3)

The words of the girl resounded in the hall and the Phoenix on Fury’s shoulder quivered in anger, and only the relaxing caress of Fury kept it in place else it would have attacked her already.

“Oh, how bold,” Fury smiled as a nine-colored ball of fire was created over his right hand, “I shall test that claim of yours. If you are truly the daughter of the man you claim, then surely you can handle one percent of my power.”

The nine-colored flame using Fury’s peculiar Aspect came alive, instantly gaining a soul and acquiring the power of a High God, because it was meant to be used as a single attack, its nature and strength had taken a drastic change, and its became a flame carrying the power of Destruction.

Two spots of darkness which were like eyes appeared on the ball of fire and it regarded the only purpose of its existence, the white-haired girl and a jagged scar broke across the face of the flame as it grinned. Just this ability alone would make Fury almost unrivaled across all High gods in the universe.

Without any prompting, the flame was launched from Fury’s palm, its passage through the air created a tunnel in space as it shattered reality, revealing the Underverse below. The sentient flame was traveling with so much speed through the Underverse that it appeared before the white-haired girl three seconds before it was launched.

Fury could not control the power of Time, but inside a Third Dimension, Space ruled Supreme and with enough power over space, even Time could be bent. Outside the universe where space was more stable, it would be nearly impossible for a move like this to break the barriers of space and affect time, but while inside the Universe, Space, therefore Intent was still extremely powerful.

“Too slow,” the white-haired girl said and placed her staff in the direction of the flame, the flames touched the staff and it was absorbed, its shriek of astonishment and anger was even swallowed up by the staff, and three circles around the staff lit up, she grinned and rotated her wrist slightly, understanding and breaking down the forces she had just collected and the circles increased to five on the staff.

Her eyes narrowed in concentration and it was pushed to six.

She cocked her head to the side and whispered, “Witness your daughter, you waste of a father, you did not live long enough to see me go through with the assignment you gave me. You told me you cannot lie, and I am choosing to believe that you can still see me, so… witness me.”

And the glowing circle suddenly grew to eight and then nine, as she broke through the barrier that had held her back for so long, even Telmus would be astonished if he had seen this. It was equivalent to recycling the energy from a matchstick and using it to create a star.

Malakith seemed to understand what was about to happen as he hurriedly turned around and wrapped the Empress and himself under a cloak of darkness that was so thick it appeared as if it was a block of metal, and although what happened next was not directed at them, they both nearly perished.

One of the core of the Minerva family bloodline was the ability to redirect and channel all forms of energy.

Telmus had taken this concept to a ridiculous level, but he did not focus on this power, instead pushing his powerful comprehension ability to the sturdy of Intent, and therefore became the Ruler of Space, his daughter on the other hand was extremely talented on the art of Energy manipulation and he urged her to follow this path until the end.

Fury was also exceptionally talented and when he saw how easily the girl had absorbed his flames, which although appeared simple on the surface, should have enough power to humble even a God-King braced himself for any retaliatory move, but he was too late, a small part of him understanding what the girl meant when she said he was too slow.

Whatever blow she launched did not seem to even travel across space before it met Fury. His Phoenix instantly wrapped around his body to protect him and that was the only reason Fury survived.

When the blast that was almost invisible slammed against Fury, the resultant shockwave from it made the entire palace explode. This feat was more impressive than destroying a Major World in a single blow.

The Grand Palace of Trion was a hundred-mile wonder, filled with vast valleys and great mountains that seemed to extend forever, generations of Royal Blood had lived in this place inside vast palaces that could never be fully explored.

Over the years, the amount of protective runes and powers etched into the grounds of the palace had made this place considered invincible, and with the extreme space compression of the palace, billions could live there without any problems, which was to say that the Palace of Trion was as massive as an entire world.

That world exploded to pieces, and this came from less than a fraction of the forces that the white-haired girl had channeled against Fury, the rest of that force shredded through the Phoenix who was the first to stand against it.

The blast crushed its body to less than ash, and shattered its soul, even its Divine nature that allowed it to resurrect was useless, the force that entered the body of the Phoenix sought out those pathways in its bloodline that could enable the Phoenix to resurrect itself and eradicated it.

This blow affected the Bloodline Source of the entire race of Sky Treading Phoenix, and damaged their bloodline root, leaving an etching of the power of this girl forever on their bloodline.

Yet it was because the force was chasing after all these divergent pathways in order to fully kill anything that she wished to kill which had reduced the impact of the blow so when it reached Fury, it only destroyed his body a few thousand times and shattered his entire Divine Kingdom.

Serving Fury were tens of thousands of gods that he had conquered to reach his present position, and they all paid their lives to keep him safe, they all perished, and their Divine Spark, Divine Kingdom, and souls were crushed to nothing, only the regenerative power of Fury’s Phoenix bloodline kept him alive, but his Divine Spark was shattered into pieces and his Divine Kingdom was no more.

With a wave of her hand, the massive dust cloud that had arisen suddenly fell to the ground. It was because, in a single move, she had drained all forms of energy from the air, kinetic, potential, heat… everything. The ground became smooth like glass for hundreds of miles around and only three spots were free of her power’s interference.

The first was a small black rock, created by Malakith to keep himself and the Empress safe from the blowback of that attack. At first, the rock was as big as a hill, but now it had been crushed down until it was the size of a boulder, but the inhabitants had survived as the ragged form of Malakith unfurled himself from the black boulder to reveal the Empress beneath that had been crushed to the size of a grape.