The Primordial Record

Chapter 658 Capture

The Berserker Clone sought to escape the oncoming confrontation and when the shockwave that erupted when the two Archmages clashed with the Children of Ruin slammed into him like a wall of bricks they pushed him miles into the air.

Attempting to use it to his advantage, he forced his dazed mind to focus, shaken from the shockwave that erupted when the godly beings began to battle, and he

activated Berserker Technique–Dash with all the essence inside of him and he vanished.

He appeared a hundred miles ahead and he did it again, the sensation of draining all the power in his body was incredibly painful, but he had moved over five hundred miles in less than a second, not far away to escape the impact of the battle but to give him a slight chance of escape.

The clone summoned blades to tear his way out of the Underverse but a web of light snapped open beside him, covering him right like a fly stuck on a web, and he found himself kneeling down on a silver platform, held in place by chains of light, and ahead of him were three Archmages sitting on thrones of gold and light.

Not giving up, he pulled all the rest of the essence in his body, bringing himself towards the edge of death but he needed one final step to finish the job, he began directing that energy inward to crush every single cell in his body in his endeavor to commit suicide, but the chains holding him down pulsed with a scarlet radiance, and the energy he summoned was drained away.

Sometimes being hard to kill was a disadvantage in situations like these.

Sudden weakness like he had never felt before seized him and he collapsed, barely able to keep his eyes open as darkness encroached on his vision.

'No, I need to die, I cannot let myself be caught.' The clone knew that anything important to Rowan was not on him but his mission would be in peril if they interrogated him and found the reason he was here, he did not have any hope in his ability to not give out this information when held in the grasp of powerful Archmages like this.

With his analytical nature coming to the fore, the clone stilled his wildly beating heart and focused, all hope was not lost yet and he would fight for any single inch given to him, a slightly wrong move on the part of the Archmages and he would take advantage of it.

The Berserker Clone had made plans with the Children of Ruin that in the event that he was caught and unable to free himself, they should immediately kill him by any means necessary and flee, he was aware that he was the weakest link in the chain.

Yet from the sound of battle, the Children of Ruin were not in any position to kill him, as the seven of them were tied up by two Archmages, and there were three more here who seemed to be watching the combat with interest and amusement.

The clone struggled to keep himself conscious, he could hear the muttering of the Archmages around him, he listened intently to their words as it was the only way he had to observe what was happening in his surroundings due to his weak senses.

He felt the gaze of the Archmages soon focusing on him, burning past the protection of his skin and analyzing his body from every angle.

"Have you ever seen a Spell that was this animated before? This is likely a Taboo Level Spell cast by a powerful Archmage or a god with control over flesh and blood. I recognize the Blood Berserker Spell of Animation but taken to this level? It is ridiculous! Why waste countless reagents on such a weak body, relatively speaking."

"Did you think of it from a cost perspective? What if he could create millions of this Spell Craft in a single batch? This is a great find and could change the game inside our individual Towers if you consider it for a little bit, and I wonder if there is any more like it down here. If I can publish its makeup on the Arcana Board, I will finally be able to push for an application for my 6th star."

The clone swallowed his anger at being treated like a piece of commodity and once again he wondered where this emotion was coming from, before dismissing the useless feelings in his heart and focusing on the conversation.

"Hahaha, you are already hoarding all the benefits already? Don't forget this is just the tip of the iceberg, there could be more mysteries hiding here, after all, the early birth of the Nyre Flower, the appearance of the Children of Ruin, and such a spectacular Blood Berserker Spell at the Taboo Level for that matter points to something special going in in these depths."

"Nevertheless, I still wish to bring this Spell with me, I am willing to give up my share of the Children of Ruin, what do you say? You all know how important my Arcana application is to me and my Tower upgrades. You all know how I have been gathering the materials for that process for the last three million years, this could be part of the last materials I need."

"Relax Yaros, let us wait for the Children of Ruin to be captured and thoroughly investigate this space for any other discrepancies. I have a hunch that we may reveal something particularly shocking here."

The clone felt the focus of the group shifting away from him and the battle towards the distance,

"Hashim, look at your Tower's Seed, he is really a monster. The entire Nyre Flower is beginning to wilt, and yet, I see no sign of his Ascension to a Mage, don't tell me that even this amount of vitality is not enough."

"Hmm… it should be, but there is something wrong with this process, I need to check up on him."

The Clone felt one of the Archmage leave the platform and the struggle to stay awake continued until he heard a series of loud thumps and looked in despair as the Children of Ruin, all wrapped in chains of light and fire, were deposited beside him.

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