The Primordial Record

Chapter 58 I Am Legend (3)

Augustus Tiberius. First of his name. General of the Red Legion of the North. The Faithful Sword of the God King, Golgoth, flew to the floating Rune ship, Absomet. His hand held a decapitated head that had its eyes closed as if it were asleep.

The cut around the neck was not clean. The blade must have been dull, for the wound was jagged, and the flesh almost looked torn apart.

The Rune ship Absomet was one of the Three Herald Class Warships of the Empire. It was five hundred miles long and three hundred across. It possesses an enlightened spirit that had grown with the Tiberius family and was responsible for directing troops at the forefront of battle.

With the help of the Enlightened Spirit, Absomet was sentient.

Absomet in its own right, was a weapon of absolute destruction. It could house a million soldiers and all their additional machinery of war.

Literally coated with Living Metal etched with Sigils. Herald Class Warships were almost indestructible. And unknown to Rowan, these Warships were able to utilize Offensive and Support Sigils.

No one knew exactly when Absomet was created or how. Its makeup was shrouded in secrecy, and only the head of the Tiberius family had access to the Enlightened Spirit core. This year, Absomet was Thirty-three thousand years old.

Even the head of the Tiberius family did not know when or how she was created, as powerful and old as he was, there were still secrets kept from him by his father—Tiberius.

Every Noble family descended from the bloodline of a god, and their surname was the names of each of the siblings of the God king.

Kuranes... Tiberius… All were the brethren of the God king.

After the Great War, the siblings made the most powerful Dominator of their bloodline the head of their individual Noble families, and as a boon, they were given permission to use the names of their Primogenitor.

So, each head of the family was called the name of their god.

General Augustus floated in front of the massive battleship, that covered an entire part of the horizon, Augustus always tried, but he still failed to stop the awe that covered his heart, anytime he was close to this monstrosity.

The massive Rune ship was larger than many cities placed together, and its sheer destructive capabilities were spine-chilling.

Absomet primary duty was to stand watch at the edge of the Marauder Continent of the North. It was designated as one of the three pillars who watched over the Northern continent.

"Augustus. You slimy little fu*k! I lend you my soldiers, and you return with his head? I told the old man to pour his seed on the fu*king ground when he was with that slut. But, no. He just had to have your inbred ass." The voice of a bubbly young girl sounded in Augustus head. The voice of Absomet was no indication of its status as a monstrous ancient warship.

The only indication that Augustus heard Absomet was a slight twitching of his left eyes. For anyone who knew the General, this level of restraint from him would be a very shocking surprise. The Tiberius family were known for their pettiness, and Augustus was among the best of them.

He had razed an entire estate of a visiting diplomat to the ground just because the six-month-old baby of the poor diplomat was constantly laughing every time Tiberius spoke.

The poor diplomat was very pleased because it was the first time he had seen his cute new baby laughed so hard. He was a little worried because he knew of Augustus' pettiness, but he dismissed his fears when he realized it was just a baby. Besides, who slaps a smiling face?

Augustus began by breaking the child's neck right in front of the horrified parents. Drawing his blade, he slaughtered every one inside the estate.

He had been in a superb mood that day, the diplomat had offered sizable bribes. But it was just in the way that the baby laughed, so pure and uninhibited, that set him off.

"Absomet, these men are under my command and I will utilize them the way I see fit." Augustus' voice had changed to a deeper growl, his patience was clearly running thin.

"Yeah right, spineless little sh*t, for the next thirty years, and you would be rotated for the next bastards to try their hands at warfare. But at least I can be assured that there would be nothing worse than you."

Absomet was quiet for a while before she continued, "The Ancestor of that head you are holding was once one of my best soldier. I took that squealing babe from the ruins of Eloria. Where the Great War ended. That baby had no right to be alive. He proved his excellence when he became a Legendary from a mortal within a short two decades. A damn blink of an eye. Without a single shred of Old Blood inside of him. I taught him how to fight, I taught him how to fu*k. And he was magnificent!" contemporary romance

Augustus pressed his brows, an intense headache was building within, "Absomet, Let me in. Do you expect me to listen to his entire family history?"

"You little sh*t, you would do well to listen. I have bred that line for eighteen thousand years. If I did not keep samples of their bloodlines, I would be back to zero. Your mindless buffoonery has cost me centuries! I would have to regrow a new batch from old stocks"

Augustus golden eyes deepened to a dull brown as he brought out a token, "Let me in this instant. This is an order."

"Of course…. E–Levels are now open to you. All facilities are primed for your usage, General."

A red light flashed, and General Augustus disappeared, but not before he heard Absomet murmur, "The next thousand years family meeting, I am calling for a purge!"

Augustus appeared in a posh office space. Space would be the right word. This place appeared like an open field. E–Levels space were usually subject to Spatial manipulations. The space was far larger inside than the outside would suggest. This level was meant for the elites and the direct line of descent of the Tiberius family.

This office was a direct replica of his favorite office at his palatial manor. He made sure every single part of it was recreated faithfully.

The place lacked any sense of style. Augustus did not have one. He simply picked all the expensive furniture and paintings he came across and gathered them here.

An Emperor sized bed was placed at the center of the room, where two sleeping women in chains snuggled together. Lust briefly flashed across his eyes before he dismissed it and walked up to his Armory.

General Augustus frowned as he kept the token away. A necessary condition to be considered a candidate for the leader of the Tiberius family was to command Absomet without using the Orn token. He had thirty years left of his hundred-year stay at the Herald Class Warship, and he did not think he would succeed.

He had made too many enemies and burned too many bridges that the only path to his survival in the future was one of ultimate power. The title of head of the Tiberius family seemed to recede from his grasp with every year that went by. So, he had to look for other bed fellows.

He entered an alliance with a pair of risk-takers, and if they could succeed in their scheme. The path to ultimate power lied before them.

A decrepit old man slept on the floor in front of his Armory. He was sleeping and a line of drool escaped from his open mouth and ran across the floor. The old man was in a gray cloak that had seen better days, and his white hair was dirty and stringy.

He muttered softly in his sleep, and he looked very vulnerable because of the way he was curled up and sleeping peacefully.

Augustus harshly kicked him awake, "Old Demon, wake up. I need you to do a reading for me."

"Of, course General. " The old man woke up and sleepily replied to Augustus. He stretched and gave a long yawn. Inside his mouth, his tongue was black and forked like a snake.

EXPANDING THE WORLD (VER 1.0)

Hi guys,

I won't be doing this much often, because I feel it breaks the immersion in the story.

Note: You don't need this info to understand the story. But since I would be dropping these names randomly throughout the story, it might help.

Yeah I know I should make a glossary. I'm working on it.

Calendar

The Eternal Era of God King Golgoth

Twelve month makes a year, I drew inspiration from acient Greece calendar.

Truiplop

Hekaton

Metagei

Romion

Pyanop

Yuleti

Maimak

Anthesterion

Elapheboli

Mounichi

Thar‐gelio

Skirophorion.

It is rumored that these were the names of the Elder gods who created Trion. They were worshipped in a distant time, nothing of them remain but their names.

It was said that in core of the planet, rested their bones.

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Comments and criticism are very much welcomed.

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