The Primordial Record

Chapter 1596: The Alcion Heavenly Formation

In this, the Celestial Hosts were seven Celestial Creators; however, going by the battle history of Celestials, such a number was the tip of the iceberg for what was coming.

Seven Celestial Creators were needed as the base to create the Acion Heavenly Formation, famed for being the best killing formation in all of existence. If necessary to enhance its incredible power, additional Celestial Creators could be added.

Still, the base form of the Acion Heavenly Formation was enough to kill a Throne!

As the countless Celestial Hosts, numbering in the billions, surged towards the Supreme World ahead, the glow from their bodies painted this corner of Reality with a shade of intense whiteness.

The mages began to flee into the distance. Luckily, the cultivation system they possessed, which gave them the capabilities to create Magus Towers at the Archmage level, meant that each Archmage could carry a lot of people alongside them in their Magus Tower.

With so many new Archmages popping up like grass, they only needed a few to point a direction, and they began to escape from this place in their billions.

Thaleriel, a Celestial Creator, looked in the direction of the fleeing mages,

“Should we eradicate them? The hidden hand used one of their number to facilitate the corruption sweeping across Reality.”

“There is no need for that,” Valandreil, another Celestial Creator, replied. They cannot run far, and there are plans ahead to intercept them. For now, they are better used as bait. What I am more concerned about is the level of corruption below.”

Valandreil frowned as he looked deeper at the realm ahead. The Supreme World of Mages had existed for so long that a reflection of itself remained in the distance, resembling a burning sun, but its true shape had become a twisted mockery of a world.

What floated in the void was a geometric scar—a shimmering, ever-shifting polyhedron, its edges extending into unseen dimensions. Attempts to scan it resulted in corrupted data, and the Angels at the tip of the formation closest to the realm… simply ceased to exist in familiar spacetime.

Unlike the mages who instantly perished the moment they glimpsed this realm, their Celestial nature maintained their life force for a while after they were suddenly extinguished. Even the souls preserved in the hands of the Celestial Creators vanished as well.

“That is certainly… problematic.” Durakiel, the third Celestial Creator, said, “If we cannot regain the lost lights from death, then the Acion Heavenly Formation would not be able to last for long.”

The fourth Celestial Creator, Zukiel, shrugged, “It does not have to last. We need a bridge into that hidden realm. Seven more Heavenly Formations are coming behind us. Half of our might is being channeled towards this campaign, and we must win.”

Durakiel laughed, “I know, but it is a shame that Nariel is not here. He would have loved a battle like this.”

“There is nothing we can do about that; his Legions are compromised, and until we get to the root of the corruption, he and all his adjoining Legions would not leave the Eastern Quadrant.”

“So, who do you think is our enemy? I believe it is Demon. You know no one else can boast of their ability to influence changes in the light than the Ruler of Darkness.”

“Does it matter?” Zukiel growled, his voice shaking the space around them, “By the end of this day, we will have victory and our enemies will be nothing but ashes below our feet.”

The consciousness of the Adjudicator settled over all the Celestial Creators, silencing their chatter,

“Zukiel is correct. We are the tip of the spear. I want a sanctified Ritual of Speed, Protection, and Fortification on the entirety of the Host. Nothing should be taken from us without an equal price being paid for it. Teophiel, begin the ritual, and I shall consummate it. We have little time before the Primordial Domain of Life and Demon appear, let us make it count.”

The voice of the Adjudicator was barely above a whisper, and yet the authority inside of it was unquestionable, almost at the level of compulsion.

The entire Celestial Host began to move as if they had a single mind, forming an octagonal formation that resembled a broad-mouthed arrow.

A series of chanting began to arise from the crack in space where the Celestial Creators still remained, and this chanting could be likened to the sweetest melody ever played.

The Celestials were the first to make music, and their rituals had an eerie quality that nothing could match.

A vibrant bluish glow surrounded the Hosts, which contained Celestial Ambrosia and higher-dimensional lights. Rowan would have recognized this light as that of Astrolabe, but unlike his own, which had evolved to become something more potent, this light emitted by their Astrolabe felt more primitive; however, it did not detract from its might.

Loud humming filled the space as the Celestial Host oriented itself to the scar in reality. With a bright flash, the entire legion of Angels, alongside the Celestial Creators and the Archon, vanished.

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Inside the space created by Bahamut, the ultimate clash between the Primordial Beast and Primordial Chaos was about to take place. Their powers had been brought to their peak when a loud crack and a bright flash of light swept through the space, carrying a massive shockwave that made the surrounding reality shimmer like cracked glass.

Rowan’s senses had spread to the farthest extent, and so he could see the precise moment the Celestials arrived and covered the heavens with their great number.

“They are both here—the armies of Light and Memory. Do well child to survive. I am leaving this place to prepare myself for the fallout.”

Rowan frowned, “Armies of Light and Memory? I see only the Celesti…”

His body suddenly shifted to the side as a stupendous wave of power swept past him. He was not the target; he had simply been in its way. Despite dodging the blow, the shockwave that erupted as it passed him slammed into Rowan, and his mind went blank for the barest of moments as he was flung into the distance like a bug caught in a hurricane.

This wave resembled a beam of light so condensed that it resembled a celestial pillar made from platinum.

The heavenly army above did not waste any moment in deliberation once they entered this space; they immediately attacked, and the first salvo came from combining the firepower of the entire Celestial Host, channeling it through the Acion Formation, and firing it towards Primordial Chaos and Bahamut through the lens of power worn by the Achon.

If Rowan had been at the sixth-dimensional level, he would not have been able to dodge this attack, and only by holding his Fate would he have been able to respond quickly enough to avoid disaster.

This beam of power sliced through space, heading towards its target with a speed that was beyond understanding. For the first time since this battle began, a long crack that led to the outside of Reality was opened for a brief while before it sealed itself back shut.

“What the hell?” Rowan gasped in shock and awe, “Is this the Alcion Heavenly Formation?”

This beam of light and power had shattered his perception, leading to his mind going blank for a few moments, but Rowan could easily recalibrate his perception. He looked towards the targets of the beam of force and shook his head in astonishment.

Bahamut had been most devastated by this move. Six of his ten bodies had been destroyed, two were severely injured, and the last two had avoided damage altogether. The Primordial Beast appeared to be stunned as he collapsed to the ground motionless.

In the case of Primordial Chaos, his chaotic form, which resembled a storm of blood and madness, had been scattered, and he had taken the form of a man once more, holding two lances.

He had blocked the beam of power from the Alcion Formation with the pair of lances, and Primordial Chaos appeared to be unhurt, but when he straightened and looked up to the heavens with a frown, the lance in his hands turned black and shattered to ash, followed by his arms.

Primordial Chaos did not care for his wounds, even though he had taken this shell to its limits and beyond, and was on the verge of destruction, he called out in rage.

“This realm was sealed by my Intent, Fate, and Destiny for all spaces and time had been changed in the outside Reality. How did you know I would be here? Unless…”

His eyes looked around, and he saw Rowan, who was shaking off the effect of the close encounter with the Alcion Formation. Rowan’s eyes met his own, and Rowan smiled,

“I am returning your gift to you. Oh, and I made sure there is something extra inside for you as well.”

Rowan’s left hand squeezed onto Caine’s desiccated body, and the body vanished, reappearing above the head of Primordial Chaos. Rowan blinked in annoyance. He had wished to push Caine into Primordial Chaos’s body, but despite his injuries, this Primordial’s defenses were almost unbreakable.

However, that did not matter when, with a loud hum, the Alcion Heavenly Formation fired the next salvo, and everything below was covered in the radiance of pure Celestial destruction.

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