Chapter 366: Stormlord’s Rage

Primordius

Primordius felt as his connection to the Primordial Thunder Universe began to weaken, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out why.

Like Primordius himself, his grandson had the Supreme God uniqueness, giving the boy extreme control over natural energy, while also empowering his stats by a factor of twelve when within his own Territory. And he had Primordius’s same class boosts to controlling natural energy as well, even while only a mortal, with several racial ability boosts in addition.

When it came to control over natural energy, while Primordius was the best in the universe, his grandson was a close second, and their positions would almost certainly reverse if the A rank could advance one more time to become a god.

Currently, however, the boy was not able to take over a universe Primordius controlled, no matter the other ridiculous feats he’d pulled off, and he almost certainly knew this.

So, what was the boy trying to do? If Primordius had to make a guess, it was to try and take control over the areas on both sides of the portal between the undead’s main universe and the Primordial Thunder Universe and then weaken the portal to the point elder gods couldn’t pass through without a whole lot of effort.

That process, however, so long as the undead hadn’t set up formations to help with such an endeavor on their side, would take years.

“Damn it.”

As soon as he had the thought, Primordius realized that was exactly what the undead would have done.

In fact, the undead A rank planet connecting to the Endless Battlefield in the Prime Material had just such formations, along with many, many others which could create a terrible environment for Primordius, formations the planet with the portal to the Primordial Thunder Universe would likely also have.

The undead elder gods just hadn’t managed to activate them due to their shock at all their subordinates being dead and then Primordius leaving the planet before they could have a few seconds to recenter themselves.

With the Lord of the Nightwalkers and the Mummy Lord missing, however, it was entirely possible they were getting those formations ready, so going to the portal to the Primordial Thunder Universe could be a very, very bad idea.

Primordius could still feel himself being Watched by the Mistress of Oaths and Deception, and he didn’t like the idea of playing right into her hands.

“Ah, to hell with it.”

Primordius had been holding back the entire time, ideally waiting for Elandra and his grandson to join in on the fight, but it didn’t seem like the Heavenly Spark Soul King would be taking more risks past his initial stealing of Primordius’s hand and spatial storage rings while Elandra could always be hunted down even if it might take trillions of years. So, it was probably a good idea to start reducing his number of enemies before his grandson and the boy’s wife initiated the curse that was inevitably going to be coming his way.

“Well, aren’t the five of you unlucky.” Primordius stopped in the middle of nowhere, light years away from any galaxies, and smiled at Arthur, the Highest Shade, the Prime Lich, the Corpse Devourer, and the Empress of Vampires.

Stormlord’s Rage.

Primordius activated his berserk skill, the storm around him from Stormlord’s Presence increasing in strength, the lightning bolt spear from Thunderstrike Spear increasing in power, and his normally azure lightning turning red, including the storm, his spear, and the little bolts of electricity that occasionally jumped from one part of his body to another, changing his look from that of a holy thunder god to a demonic emissary of death.

More important, he finally revealed the largest source of positive change to his power, something he’d only managed to achieve while processing the deaths of his four favorite children. For the first time in several hundreds of thousands of years, he stopped holding back the advancement to his best Law, his True Law of Royal Lightning finally advancing from middle to high grade.

Zoom.

His speed, already higher than every single one of the five elder gods he was fighting, increased rapidly, and he stabbed his spear into the body of the Empress of Vampires, dragging her away from the other four. And he would have killed her too if Elandra had not intervened, an illusionary doppelgänger of hers appearing next to him and doing something that disrupted his energy, buying the fraction of a second needed for Arthur and the Highest Shade to reach the area again and engage him.

But this was even better than if he’d killed the Empress of Vampires directly.

He knew Elandra’s skills, and they weren’t quite as impressive as the Mistress of Oaths and Deception’s. If her doppelgänger could appear next to him, it meant her real body had to have entered the undeads’ universe.

Not hesitating for even a fraction of a second, he launched a seemingly empowered spear assault at the Empress of Vampires again, an attack that in a true rage state—like he used to enter into back when he’d been a mortal and had less control—would have never been a feint. And the Empress of Vampires couldn’t risk taking a second attack, so she put all her power into defense.

The Corpse Devourer wasn’t fast enough and hadn’t caught up yet.

Elandra’s doppelgänger disrupted the defense on his left leg.

And the Highest Shade took advantage of this disrupted defense to attack his left leg with her ghostly halberd, stealing a bit of his qi and mana and destroying a few of his energy channels.

At the same time, Arthur, who was even more powerful than the Highest Shade, blasted his back with sin flames that ate away at his flesh and energy while causing him an incredible amount of agony.

But the Prime Lich, who’d just caught up, fell back to his experience with Primordius as a mortal and took the chance to attack with everything he had toward Primordius’s back, putting all his energy into a bolt of necrotic darkness that would cause Primordius quite a bit of damage if it hit.

It didn’t hit, however, as Primordius easily moved to the side.

And, at the same time, while no one else was ready for the Prime Lich’s overextension and lack of energy defense as a result, a bolt of red lightning containing about half of Primordius’s energy left the back of his right elbow and hit Nastorix right in the chest.

Now, in most cases, this lightning wouldn’t have managed to do anything. Nastorix, like most liches, had hidden most of his soul in a container somewhere, and the body he was fighting with was just a puppet, a better version of Elandra’s or the Mistress of Oaths and Deception’s illusory doppelgängers.

With Nastorix having put almost everything into his attack, however, the defenses on the connection between his puppet body and his hidden soul were weak, and Primordius’s enhanced royal lightning was able to follow that connection back to the artifact Nastorix had hidden his soul in, seemingly killing him instantly judging by how his skeletal puppet body suddenly stopped moving.

Then, for the next couple seconds, Primordius fought defensively as he let his Stormlord’s Rage skill deactivate, using his speed to avoid the attacks of everyone, and, thanks to the power of his endless energy and powerful self healing, he was back to full power before the five elder gods still in the fight could again encircle him.

Killing anyone else quickly, however, would be difficult.

First, Stormlord’s Rage, while a very powerful berserking skill, had a short cooldown even with his body fully recovered, a cooldown which didn’t change with his advancement in Laws. And the length of its cooldown was known by at least Arthur and Elandra, the latter of whom he could see sending messages to the three remaining undead elder gods. So, with his true power of Laws now known, he would not be able to surprise the five again with an unprecedented increase in power.

Second, Elandra’s doppelgänger, with its ability to bypass most of his defenses due to the nature of her Laws and classes, was particularly troublesome, blocking his energy ever so slightly whenever one of the others revealed an opening, making it much more difficult for him to cause anyone true damage.

Finally, third, Primordius’s grandson had gotten involved in the fight.

Nastorix, as the most powerful undead with a lord line skill, had been the ruler of the universe they were in, but he hadn’t been very good at using the universe’s power, the suppression on Primordius barely larger than from a universe that wasn’t controlled. But then the universe gained a new owner—likely through some combination of the Mistress of Oaths and Deception’s Watching ability and skinwalker line uniqueness allowing her to find Nastorix’s soul and wear it like a suit before handing Territory control over to her husband or, less likely, the Heavenly Spark Soul King somehow having the ability to fully control an elder god’s soul in his personal afterlife.

Whatever the case, with his grandson in control of the universe, the suppression Primordius was under had increased a lot.

Also, it was almost certain the Heavenly Spark Soul King would keep trying to decrease the power of the portals leading out of the universe to force all of them to continue fighting until as many of them were killed as possible.

For a second, Primordius considered talking with the undead and offering a temporary truce to deal with his grandson and possibly Elandra as well, but then the bloodline curse he’d been expecting throughout almost the entire fight started to hit him, taking more than 10% of his concentration to fight against its effects, and he temporarily had no spare thoughts for words.