Chapter 362: Endless Stormlord

Primordius

Stormlord’s Presence.

Primordius’s aura took on a powerful suppressive quality, a thunderstorm made from qi, mana, and psyforce appearing around him, changing the weather on the A rank planet containing the Endless Battlefield and interfering with the movement of the six undead through extremely powerful wind and repeated shocks from azure lightning.

Endless Cycling.

His energy regeneration increased to the point he was regaining qi, mana, and psyforce faster than he could use them.

Thunderstrike Spear.

An lightning bolt formed in his right hand, turning into a solid ornate azure partisan, not a true elder God rank artifact, but a skill formed equivalent.

Then Primordius moved, the storm boosting the speed of his Storm Steps, and stabbed the Mummy Lord right under the rib cage.

At the same time, the Empress of Vampires hit him with a whip of blood on his right thigh, the Corpse Devourer stabbed a claw into his left bicep, and the Prime Lich hit him in the back with a bolt of necrotic darkness. But he dodged the Highest Shade’s ghostly halberd and deflected the Lord of the Nightwalkers’ Bolt of Deathwater, a spell which could impede his movements, with a blast of lightning from his left hand.

Not slowed down, he then charged out of the encirclement, the Mummy Lord traveling with him, still impaled by his weapon, and moved away from the planet, sending life-infused lightning into the Mummy Lord the entire time. And, as his wounds from the attacks he’d taken almost instantly healed, he used his speed and control over the local Territory to rip a hole in space and charge toward Haven, Quandra’s capital planet, where he slammed the Mummy Lord into the True Heavenly Court, the floating palace from which Quandra ruled while within the Prime Material, breaking down about half the building with that one full-powered attack.

The Highest Shade caught up almost immediately, sending another slash of her halberd his way, so he dodged back. Then he tore through space again and arrived in front of the Lord of the Nightwalkers, who was traveling through space toward Haven, and stabbed him in the gut just like he had the Mummy Lord. Then, again, he tore through space, all the while sending his energy through his spear and into the undead elder god, and slammed the Lord of Nightmares into Arthur’s palace on Serpent’s Nest.

There, however, there was a bit of a reaction. Serpent Nest’s defensive formations started up, stabilizing space and locking down the sky of the planet, making it much more difficult to leave than arrive, and Primordius noticed something. The formation had a suppression effect, making moving about as difficult as if he was underwater instead of on land, and only he was affected, not the Lord of the Nightwalkers, and not the other five undead elder gods that quickly arrived.

The suppression wasn’t huge, and Primordius was able to adapt almost immediately, but it still created opportunities and the undead elder gods weren’t indecisive enough to not capitalize on them.

The Highest Shade’s halberd connected with Primordius’s right arm, stealing away some of his qi and mana, corrupting his flesh, and, most important, tearing up a few of his energy channels, forcing him to slow his Endless Cycling or risk blowing off his own arm. The Empress of Vampires wrapped her whip around his left leg, slowing him down slightly for any follow up attacks while also draining his qi. And the Corpse Devourer stabbed a claw toward his face with Primordius again defending with his left arm.

The Prime Lich didn’t follow them, likely providing healing to the Mummy Lord, who in turn didn’t follow as well. And the Lord of the Nightwalkers was too hurt to immediately try his movement impediment magic again, but, still, things were taking a bit of a downward turn. So, Primordius decided to get away from Serpent’s Nest as quickly as possible.

Putting a bit more energy into Stormlord’s Presence to fight against the suppression, he stabbed his spear at the Highest Shade to get her to back off, sent a bolt of lightning out of his left leg to free himself from the Empress of Vampires’ whip, and then started to fly into the sky.

He ate another two attacks from the Corpse Lord and another whip slash to his right leg from the Empress of Vampires, but he managed to leave the planet. And then he left the range of the planet’s formations, moving faster than any of the undead elder gods could immediately follow to head back to his own capital planet where the fight had originally started.

There, in the two seconds before all six elder gods appeared after him, he healed all his injuries, and, for him, it was like the fight had yet to happen. For the six undead, however, two were still minorly injured, and the rest had used a decent chunk of their energy, energy they couldn’t get back anywhere near as fast as he could.

Also, they were again within his Territory, where his Supreme God uniqueness increased his stats by a factor of 12, so he began holding back again, reducing his stats to what they would be without his Territory effects.

The extra stats wouldn’t make any type of absolute difference in the fight—Laws and skills were far more important than stats after A rank, after all—but, with the advantage he already had over the six, just using his full stats alone, without any of the other trump cards he was holding back, would start to make the fight too easy. And he needed to keep things balanced if he wanted to attract out those manipulating things from behind the scenes.

So, he continued with the song and dance.

He fought the six undead for seven days, continuing to use his advantage in both speed and endurance, even without his full stats, to attack the weaker undead elder gods and drag them across the Prime Material, especially focusing on the Lord of the Nightwalkers and the Mummy Lord, who had attacks which could bind or slow him. And, while he continued to mainly block attacks from the Corpse Eater, he tried to avoid as many attacks as he could from the others, especially the Highest Shade.

By the seventh day, however, no one else had intervened in the fight, and he was growing impatient. So, he decided to make use of one of his more minor trump cards, pausing the fight for a split second on his own capital and activating the formations built around the Endless Battlefield.

To his surprise, however, while the formations took his energy—gobbling it up in fact, taking more than four times the amount he had expected—they didn’t actually do anything. And, in the split second he was surprised by this, while he was dodging attacks from the Highest Shade, the Prime Lich, and the Lord of the Nightwalkers, Arthur appeared in his little boy form, generated a huge blast of sinflames from his mouth, and hit him with it.

Then, in a reckless attack that took Primordius off guard, the evil sin god rammed his little body into him and pushed him through the portal into the undead’s main universe before transforming back into his true nine-headed form, cutting him off from his Territory and putting him in a position where, if he continued to fight the undead elder gods, the six of them would no longer be under the suppression of the Prime Material.

Even more shocking than the arrival of Arthur, however, was the man waiting for Primordius in the undead’s universe, his grandson, the Heavenly Spark Soul King.

As soon as Primordius was through the portal, before he could even register his grandson was there, the Heavenly Spark Soul King used that large purple holy and devilish sword of his—somehow raised up to be at least God rank and higher than Supreme grade—to cut off Primordius’s left hand, the wings he was wearing somehow disabling Primordius’s Stormlord’s Presence in the area around them, allowing him to move with almost no impediment. Then, as Primordius had to deal with Arthur’s almost suicidal attack, the six undead elder gods who’d immediately followed him through the portal, and the curse that started to spread from the cut he’d received, attempting to give him all the punishments for every magical contract he’d ever agreed to in his life, the Heavenly Spark Soul King teleported his hand into some spatial storage device, sent out a blast of powerful order magic at the Lord of the Nightwalkers who tried to attack him, and vanished, teleporting away with the power of an above Supreme grade skill and six time and space element early grade True Laws, three of which already seemed to be on the verge of advancing to middle grade.

“Well, fuck,” Primordius couldn’t help but think. “He’s going to try and use a bloodline curse on me, isn't he.”

In a rather bad situation, Primordius still tried to hold back as he allowed several attacks he normally wouldn’t to land as he moved to return through the portal, the effects of his passive healing skill Thunderstrike Rebirth regenerating his hand almost instantly as he moved, but, when he got there, he found the portal’s entrance was sealed from the other side, the formations he’d tried to activate powered by different energy, energy that felt like Elandra’s mixed with Corinon’s, and he realized he wouldn’t be getting back to the Prime Material easily.

Quandra had yet to get involved, possibly dead, but every other still living elder god appeared to be participating in this fight, with Primordius’s grandson and his wife seemingly ready to fish in troubled waters as well, and Primordius knew it was almost about time to stop holding back. But, after fully coming to understand the situation he was in, there was one question in his mind which he felt was a bit more important than all the others.

He was in the undead’s main universe, but there were only six undead, the six elder gods he’d been fighting in the Prime Material. So, where were all the others?