Chapter 590: All roads leads to Trion
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Chapter 590 All roads leads to Trion
?590 All roads leads to Trion
The Nemesis plate made the old man gasp in horror and he nearly wretched in revulsion and it took an active presence of mind to stop him from clawing out his own eyes.
A normal Nemesis Plate was white and sometimes gray or yellow, but this one was red, with its colors so deep it was nearly black. The Nemesis Plate was pouring out blood from beneath its base, and the screams from it were getting worse.
Countless screams from not just millions, no this was billions, trillions even.
"Aaahhh, stop it!"
With a yell of desperation, the old man pushed his fingers into both of his ears, twisted around, and with ungodly strength, ripped off both ears with a sizable portion of his flesh.
It did nothing to help however as the screams grew worse.
The Dominator fell to his knees as something inside his Spirit broke, he was not aware of it but he had gone insane, the only solace he had was that he would be dying in a short time soon, but he slowly traced his sight up to the name that was written on the Nemesis Plate—Erohim!
The name seemed to be warping and changing, from Erohim to Rowan Kuranes, as if unable to place the identity of the individual that was written on it.
'Was this not the Nemesis Plate of the traitor to Trion, Rowan Kuranes, by the gods, how many lives has he extinguished that would make the Nemesis Plate bleed?'
This was the last thought in the mind of this Earth god as his eyes closed in death.
A few hours later, a group of Earth gods entered the Tower to retrieve the body of the Earth god whose face was warped in horror and intense fear.
Although they were all careful not to look at the Nemesis Plate, they all died a few hours later.
This danger was the least that could be found in this place.
As a flaming debris shot by it highlighted the face of the man, Augustus Tiberius, once an acclaimed General, now nothing but an Abomination Thrall.
The girl behind him was rescued from the world that he did not bother knowing its name, but she later told him it was called Roa.
On that day Absomet the Living Rune Ship had reached Lamia, and for the last thirteen months, they had been battling across seven worlds, leaving untold billions dead in their wake.
This world was the latest that had felt the wrath of both Titans, and Lamia had won this one, she had began winning more of these fights, with lesser effort, the Abomination had grown too strong.
Augustus now officially a part of the Harvester Group would be among the last Abomination Thralls to sweep through the entire planet sifting for what remained before they left the dead world behind.
Over the months, the Abomination Champion had become less fascinated with Augustus, leaving him with enough time to pursue his individual interest, which now includes taking care of this girl.
Besides, Augustus understood that whatever was happening was now beyond him and was heading in a direction that would decide the fate of the Empire.
Such great plans were far beyond the likes of him, and Augustus now aware of his mortality and finding humbleness in the midst of suffering discovered one final gift this universe had to give him.
He could love.
This child with him was supposed to be dead five worlds back, but he had protected her through all the Chaos, he had ensured that she was safe, he did not know for how long that would happen, he was just a weak Abomination Thrall.
The only thing he knew was that he would die first before she came to harm.
His love was selfish, he was aware, but that was all his heart was capable of.
Overhead a loud trumpet sounded, as an Akhuril, those massive spider-like creatures began ascending towards space.
"Hold on to me child, this world is about to fall, and Lamia has gathered all the soldiers she needed, we head towards the Empire."
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Chapter 590 All roads leads to Trion
?590 All roads leads to Trion
The Nemesis plate made the old man gasp in horror and he nearly wretched in revulsion and it took an active presence of mind to stop him from clawing out his own eyes.
A normal Nemesis Plate was white and sometimes gray or yellow, but this one was red, with its colors so deep it was nearly black. The Nemesis Plate was pouring out blood from beneath its base, and the screams from it were getting worse.
Countless screams from not just millions, no this was billions, trillions even.
"Aaahhh, stop it!"
With a yell of desperation, the old man pushed his fingers into both of his ears, twisted around, and with ungodly strength, ripped off both ears with a sizable portion of his flesh.
It did nothing to help however as the screams grew worse.
The Dominator fell to his knees as something inside his Spirit broke, he was not aware of it but he had gone insane, the only solace he had was that he would be dying in a short time soon, but he slowly traced his sight up to the name that was written on the Nemesis Plate—Erohim!
The name seemed to be warping and changing, from Erohim to Rowan Kuranes, as if unable to place the identity of the individual that was written on it.
'Was this not the Nemesis Plate of the traitor to Trion, Rowan Kuranes, by the gods, how many lives has he extinguished that would make the Nemesis Plate bleed?'
This was the last thought in the mind of this Earth god as his eyes closed in death.
A few hours later, a group of Earth gods entered the Tower to retrieve the body of the Earth god whose face was warped in horror and intense fear.
Although they were all careful not to look at the Nemesis Plate, they all died a few hours later.
This danger was the least that could be found in this place.
As a flaming debris shot by it highlighted the face of the man, Augustus Tiberius, once an acclaimed General, now nothing but an Abomination Thrall.
The girl behind him was rescued from the world that he did not bother knowing its name, but she later told him it was called Roa.
On that day Absomet the Living Rune Ship had reached Lamia, and for the last thirteen months, they had been battling across seven worlds, leaving untold billions dead in their wake.
This world was the latest that had felt the wrath of both Titans, and Lamia had won this one, she had began winning more of these fights, with lesser effort, the Abomination had grown too strong.
Augustus now officially a part of the Harvester Group would be among the last Abomination Thralls to sweep through the entire planet sifting for what remained before they left the dead world behind.
Over the months, the Abomination Champion had become less fascinated with Augustus, leaving him with enough time to pursue his individual interest, which now includes taking care of this girl.
Besides, Augustus understood that whatever was happening was now beyond him and was heading in a direction that would decide the fate of the Empire.
Such great plans were far beyond the likes of him, and Augustus now aware of his mortality and finding humbleness in the midst of suffering discovered one final gift this universe had to give him.
He could love.
This child with him was supposed to be dead five worlds back, but he had protected her through all the Chaos, he had ensured that she was safe, he did not know for how long that would happen, he was just a weak Abomination Thrall.
The only thing he knew was that he would die first before she came to harm.
His love was selfish, he was aware, but that was all his heart was capable of.
Overhead a loud trumpet sounded, as an Akhuril, those massive spider-like creatures began ascending towards space.
"Hold on to me child, this world is about to fall, and Lamia has gathered all the soldiers she needed, we head towards the Empire."
Chapter 590 All roads leads to Trion ?590 All roads leads to Trion The Nemesis plate made the old man gasp in horror and he nearly wretched in revulsion and it took an active presence of mind to stop him from clawing out his own eyes. A normal Nemesis Plate was white and sometimes gray or yellow, but this one was red, with its colors so deep it was nearly black. The Nemesis Plate was pouring out blood from beneath its base, and the screams from it were getting worse. Countless screams from not just millions, no this was billions, trillions even. "Aaahhh, stop it!" With a yell of desperation, the old man pushed his fingers into both of his ears, twisted around, and with ungodly strength, ripped off both ears with a sizable portion of his flesh. It did nothing to help however as the screams grew worse. The Dominator fell to his knees as something inside his Spirit broke, he was not aware of it but he had gone insane, the only solace he had was that he would be dying in a short time soon, but he slowly traced his sight up to the name that was written on the Nemesis PlateErohim! The name seemed to be warping and changing, from Erohim to Rowan Kuranes, as if unable to place the identity of the individual that was written on it. 'Was this not the Nemesis Plate of the traitor to Trion, Rowan Kuranes, by the gods, how many lives has he extinguished that would make the Nemesis Plate bleed?' This was the last thought in the mind of this Earth god as his eyes closed in death. A few hours later, a group of Earth gods entered the Tower to retrieve the body of the Earth god whose face was warped in horror and intense fear. Although they were all careful not to look at the Nemesis Plate, they all died a few hours later. This danger was the least that could be found in this place. As a flaming debris shot by it highlighted the face of the man, Augustus Tiberius, once an acclaimed General, now nothing but an Abomination Thrall. The girl behind him was rescued from the world that he did not bother knowing its name, but she later told him it was called Roa. On that day Absomet the Living Rune Ship had reached Lamia, and for the last thirteen months, they had been battling across seven worlds, leaving untold billions dead in their wake. This world was the latest that had felt the wrath of both Titans, and Lamia had won this one, she had began winning more of these fights, with lesser effort, the Abomination had grown too strong. Augustus now officially a part of the Harvester Group would be among the last Abomination Thralls to sweep through the entire planet sifting for what remained before they left the dead world behind. Over the months, the Abomination Champion had become less fascinated with Augustus, leaving him with enough time to pursue his individual interest, which now includes taking care of this girl. Besides, Augustus understood that whatever was happening was now beyond him and was heading in a direction that would decide the fate of the Empire. Such great plans were far beyond the likes of him, and Augustus now aware of his mortality and finding humbleness in the midst of suffering discovered one final gift this universe had to give him. He could love. This child with him was supposed to be dead five worlds back, but he had protected her through all the Chaos, he had ensured that she was safe, he did not know for how long that would happen, he was just a weak Abomination Thrall. The only thing he knew was that he would die first before she came to harm. His love was selfish, he was aware, but that was all his heart was capable of. Overhead a loud trumpet sounded, as an Akhuril, those massive spider-like creatures began ascending towards space. "Hold on to me child, this world is about to fall, and Lamia has gathered all the soldiers she needed, we head towards the Empire."
