The Primordial Record

Chapter 677 The madness of Lamia

The naked boy clapped his hands in excitement. To the child, this was seriously fun.

When he came to battle with the adults, he was warned to stick with his groups, which were fifty-five children all in the age range of three to seven years old, but he had stuck out by himself, there was no way he was letting the rest share his glory.

Unlike everyone in the village, he did not want to be a farmer but a soldier, maybe even a Captain, or perhaps a General even. Although every profession was a worthy service towards the Lord, he wanted the glory of fighting great battles.

"Jumai you reckless brat," a shocked voice filled with helplessness resounded over the battlefield, "I\'m gonna whoop you a thousand times on your bum when we return today."

An attractive young woman holding a long whip and a spatula, who was also wearing an apron ran towards the boy, the flour stains on the apron revealed that she should have been in the midst of cooking when the summon for battle came, and her task was to watch over the rambunctious children who wished to battle alongside their parents and siblings.

Everything was going well, these creatures that had once terrorized them back in Calcutta, slaughtering their families and desecrating their bodies were no longer the nightmares they had once been to them.

They had faced tougher battles alongside the Handmaiden of their Lord Rowan, but despite all these battles, nothing could protect her from the stress of watching these damned kids.

"I\'m gonna whip your bum until it\'s raw," she marched towards Jumai, slapping away the Reapers that tried to reach her and marching with a determined stride towards the boy while snapping her whip.

The face of the boy went white and he yelled in fright, he began running deeper into the Abomination horde, slamming them away with a brush of his hands, he was far more scared of his elder sister and teacher than any monsters that prowled the universe, in his short life he had never seen anyone more dangerous.

Absomet watched in astonishment as the young naked child leaped over the battlefield, legs spread wide with tears spilling out of his eyes in fear, not of the Abominations, but of a livid young woman towing dozens of children behind her and tearing apart Abominations like they were weeds.

"This…. This… This is madness! Are these soldiers?"

Lamia was going insane in anger, Augustus groaned in pain nearly falling to his knees as his essence was crazily extracted and Lamia screamed at the Abomination Champion,

"Why are you standing here? Stop them before they slaughter all my Reapers, without any Reaper as a base form Abomination, I will have to start from scratch, with my weakened body that would take millennia! I don\'t have that much time or even the essence to accommodate such a loss."

Absomet perked her ears at that statement, Lamia in a fit of fury had revealed her weakness to her.

The Champion shook his head, "I can\'t stop them."

"Why not?" Lamia yelled, if she had hands she would be pulling out her hair by the handful, her Abominations were being rapidly depleted with every passing moment and the sight was driving her insane.

The Champion pointed out, "If I make a move, you will be dead. Don\'t you realize that you have been held hostage here?"

Lamia\'s eyes bugged out of her head for a few inches as she looked around, "I see nothing here but…"

"You can\'t see it because you are now too weak," Absomet laughed, "Trust me the only reason the both of us are alive is because the Champion is with us, if he makes a move, we are dead."

"what… what…" Lamia sputtered in shock

"I believe we are being used as a source of training for these good folks, also I think this is also very personal for them. I believe I detect a lot of hate emanating from these good folks. Tell me, Lamia, what did you do to piss off a village filled with such powerful Earth gods?"

Lamia\'s eyes which were like those of a goat became enraged and then as if a switch was flicked, she went cold, with a voice dripping with malice she said,

"It doesn\'t matter if I die, you know what to do. Kill them all my Champion, if I\'m to die I shall take them all with me!"

Absomet was startled, "You are insane Lamia, this is a good thing for us. What does it matter if they are stronger than we are at this moment, it means that your theory was correct. Rowan is who we want. We can find safety under a powerful umbrella while recovering our powers."

"She doesn\'t care about that," The Champion replied, "It would be a different matter if the one slaughtering some of the best warriors she created was Rowan himself.

"Yet only his maid who had been placed on a distant planet far from his true army is already this powerful, she knows her worth to Rowan would be nearly non-existent. She would prefer to burn it all to the ground than beg Rowan on her knees, after all, she is fundamentally his enemy, there is no reason for a partnership to be made except it is from a basis of equal strength."

The Champion spoke all this in a single breath and Absomet nodded in understanding.

"Bastard, stop talking and attack now!" Lamia\'s cries were now clearly deranged.

The Champion sighed and from his right hand a long bone blade emerged more than ten feet long, he raised the blade and pointed it towards the fight.

Lamia grinned, she did not care if what she was about to unleash here was a mistake on her part, having suffered unexpected losses and setbacks time after time, this remnant part of her had gone truly insane.

She could still recover her losses. First, she just had to kill everyone here.