Chapter 1710: You Shall Love Me

Published Mar 17, 2026, 08:41 AM

Chapter 1710: You Shall Love Me Without the power of the Enochian Cradle, the Realm’s Butcher Onslaught was the single most powerful technique in his arsenal, but its power did not come because of the amount of energy it could siphon from his body—which was infinite due to the fact that this technique fed on his rage, and his soul, taking from it a permanent toll—it was because it was a pure killing tool. There was no way to wield it so it would injure or be harmless, and the only way to survive it was to be strong enough, because anything that it cuts would die. This technique was meant to kill an enemy that was supposed to be impossible to kill, and the best scenario for this attack was to send it at a far enough distance from yourself because its power was indiscriminate, and there was nothing keeping the wielder of this power safe from its bite. Knowing all of this, Rowan chose to unleash this technique directly on his body. First, there was silence, and then his Slaughter Revenant armor shrieked as it tried to pull itself away from Rowan’s body, but it was already too late. Primordial soul howled with glee and fear, a truly terrifying sound, like the Slaugher Revenant’s armor. She tried to flee, but Rowan did not let her; his wings, which he once used in trying to escape, now wrapped around the body of Primordial Soul, pressing her against his back. Even as she struggled to escape his hold, Primordial Soul whispered in his ears, "Child, you are insane! You dare to erase causality itself?!" "You have no idea the depths of my hate. I dare to do anything!" At this moment, they were precisely at the center of the City of Sheol, and a bystander in the distance would see a sudden flare of scarlet light that painted the entire city red. A loud cracking sound resounded as the Reality around Rowan and Primordial Soul fractured before it simply vanished, leaving a hole that tore through his Origin Land, through Reality, and the Nothingness, straight into Limbo. Rowan could barely feel his body being eradicated from its roots and the despairing screams from Primordial Soul, before the pain from his soul became too much and he blacked out. He did not see the City of Sheol shiver before it began to shatter into pieces, and he was drawn through the hole in reality caused by his blow. It was as if a massive black hole had spawned inside a planet and was devouring everything around it. ® He must have been gone for barely a moment, but everything around him had changed. A loud and persistent screaming sound filled his senses while a tremendous pressure pressed down on his entire body, making him feel as if an Origin Ouroboros Serpent had squeezed his body. His perception exploded out of him, and he found himself in a strange passage, all around him was a powerful suction force that was threatening to suck him towards Limbo, but a force was holding him in place and fighting against the pull ot Limbo. Rowan looked down and saw the lower body of Primordial Soul wrapped around what was left of his bloody torso, since he no longer had legs. She was fighting against the pull of Limbo while dragging him towards salvation ahead, which should lead to his Origin Land. Quickly realizing that the blow he had delivered with Realm’s Butcher Onslaught had destroyed a portion of his Origin Land and torn a way directly towards Limbo, Rowan could see countless heavenly bodies, which should be the fragments of Sheol, blasting past him as they were sucked into Limbo. His mind was a bit blurry from the trauma of losing one percent of his soul in that single move. A single percent might look small, but considering the nature of Rowan’s dimensional soul, it was greater than the souls of nearly all of his children combined. It took a single moment to understand what was happening, and in the next moment, Rowan was fully aware of his body. Using Realm’s Butcher had cleansed his body of every single piece of Primordial Soul inside of him, but it had also eradicated nearly sixty percent of his entire mass. These included two of his legs and his right arm; his left arm was spared because he was holding his Destroyer, and the blade had borne some of the brunt of the damage, but half of its length had been shaved off, making it resemble a stiletto. Those portions of him were gone and could not be regenerated in the conventional sense, and the only way Rowan could heal was to recreate what he had lost, but Rowan was not too concerned about this because he realized that the suction force emerging from Limbo was not targeting everything indiscriminately; instead, it was focused on Primordial Soul. Rowan quickly realized what was happening since something similar had happened to him when he began to gain the power over the Origin of Space; his many Incarnations had been drawn towards him, and only by forcefully repelling them did he not merge with the many streams of consciousness he had all over Reality. The same thing was happening here, but on a much larger scale. The main body of Primordial Soul was outside of Reality, and being this close to it, the force being exerted on this branch of the Primordial must be under an ungodly amount of strain. This could be seen from the fact that the barest amount of force escaping from Primordial Soul was sucking the entire City of Sheol into Limbo. Primordial Soul still had the capacity to fight against the pull of her main body and also carry Rowan alongside her, despite the fact that she was also deeply damaged by the blast of Realm’s Butcher. Rowan saw his opportunity and went for it, twisting his blade to the side, and he drove it into the spine of Primoridial Soul until the tip burst out of her right eye. She had been silent all this time, but her body seized, and she shrieked in anger and desperation. The blade began to feast, tearing her essence and using it to repair itself while transferring the purest life force to Rowan, who used it to start recreating his flesh. If you continue that action, we will both fall, and you do not want to meet my main body; if you do, you shall love me." "I will take my chances," Rowan grunted as he pulled back the blade and stabbed her again in her spine, and he did it multiple times, taking out huge chunks of her flesh, his body was half way healed but his limbs had not fully regrown, still, Primordial Soul endured the continuous blows as she tried to recover fast enough while pushing to escape this void, and she was nearly at the edge, a few moments more and she would escape Limbo. Rowan’s hand was a blur as he continued stabbing, and when he detected that his limbs had fully regrown, his eyes flashed with a scarlet glow, and he stabbed towards the head of Primordial Soul. Used to the assault from Rowan, the Primordial did not resist this attack, letting it happen with her consciousness entirely focused on escaping Limbo. The tip of the blade had just pushed into her skull when Primordial Soul’s consciousness screamed danger, but it was already too late as Rowan activated his foul technique once again. "Kill!"

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