The Primordial Record-Chapter 1386: The Adjudicator

In a sealed space filled with darkness and the remnant of an existence-shaking battle, a faint glow arose from nothing.

Like a firefly that was stuck in space, that glow remained the same for months, but over time, although subtle, that glow was becoming brighter, and in the distance, a few tens of light years away, another similar glowing dot arose, and before long seven of these dots spread over hundreds of light years appeared.

As time passed the light from these dots had transformed into suns, burning bright and releasing such a great amount of heat that it would have turned a galaxy in the lower realms to ash if it were to be placed inside them, but in this dark space, the light from these seven suns hardly spread far, it was as if this space was suppressing all forms of light.

The light from these seven suns continued to brighten and grew increasingly hotter until a boundary seemed to have been crossed and a loud crack resounded across all seven suns. Great beams of waving light like massive tentacles erupted from the multiple suns and reached across the darkness, linking the suns to each other.

More beams of light kept emerging from the suns and before long a vast array made from light was created, linking all seven suns together. This array was extremely complex with connections that exceeded the third dimension, as it weaved time and space, alongside memory and fate in a manner that boggles the mind.

The array spans hundreds of light years and when it was completed, the center of the array pulsed, and space parted like a curtain. This was a teleportation array, but it was an extremely special one that could only be made by one Primordial power in existence—The Celestials.

It was possible to see the sight of another realm through the gap in reality, and this realm was made up of seven massive spinning disks, it was clearly Aerovah.

From the void created by the array a massive face emerged, eyes closed and made from metal, the face was larger than a moon, and as the face fully entered through the void, the rest of its form was revealed shortly after.

A body that was fully made from gleaming golden metal, and large wings that burned with a silver flame, what emerged from the teleportation array was not an immortal, but a weapon. Its form was humanoid, and massive Celestial scripts burned across its entire surface, buckled on both sides of its waist were twin blades that were so long they trailed behind it for hundreds of light years. This weapon was an Archon.

Archon was the successor to Apollyon, the Destroyer, and was a Celestial Fortress built for war. Unlike Apollyon which was primarily made for Destruction, Archon served many other purposes and was as much a defender as a destroyer.

After Apollyon was decommissioned when the Primordial Era ended because its nature could not be permitted in the new reality created by the Primordial, Archon was made at the beginning of the Supreme Era to represent the peak of Celestial Forging.

This sentient Celestial Fortress entered this unknown space, and its eyes that were closed flashed open, gleaming red, this was a weapon made for war and conquest, and a look in its eyes would reveal the depths of its powers.

In the instant that Archon’s eyes opened, the darkness here was swept aside for countless millions of light years reflecting the red glow of its eyes, and yet with how massive this space was, this area unveiled from the darkness was less than one percent of the space here.

From the eyes of Archon, bright sparks numbering in the tens of millions erupted from it, and zooming closer to those sparks would reveal that these were Angels, and most of them had two pairs of wings, which meant they were Archangels.

Like a swarm of glowing insects, the Angels numbering in hundreds of millions surged out of its eyes, and as if these eyes were a portal to another reality, their numbers continued to grow seemingly without any limit, and these Angels did not appear to need any instruction for as they appeared they began to spread out in groups of fives as they ventured into areas that were not covered by the light from Archon.

Their speed left Light behind in shame pushing them to spread out rapidly, and the darkness inside this space slowly began to vanish as the glow from their flaming wings lingered in the air, and this glow tugged on the red light from the Archon, causing it to grow with the spread of the Angels.

From the eyes of Archon, more than a billion Archangels had emerged and there seemed not to be any end to their number, as more kept emerging.

In a short while the number had reached two billion and more were still streaming out of Archon’s eyes, but soon the battle fortress began to frown, the motion was slight, but on its massive metallic face, it was easily discernible.

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Millions of Archangels had gone missing, and it happened in the areas where its light could not reach, however, this was a small sacrifice to conquer this space, because as the lights of the Archangels spread, so too was the Archon’s light, and nothing could resist the power of the Archon once its light had touched it.

This area was a higher dimensional space, and countless dimensional hazards could be found here, but even the Archon was surprised at how much danger was here, suggesting that the battle that had been fought here had been truly bitter.

From a distance, the activities of the Archon and the Archangels would resemble a massive sun that was ever-expanding, and the Archangels on the periphery of this expansion were braving incredible dangers to expand the reach of this light. On the edge of this expanding light were the golden flames of the Angels, and following behind was the red glow from the Archon.

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The space here was incredibly vast, but with the endless angels under the Archon’s domain, they were able to spread its light all over it, revealing the entire contents to the eyes of the Archon, and the dangers that were in this space were quelled, dimensional hazards that would have killed more Angels were dispersed and the domain of the Archon solidified in this space.

This area was a battlefield, and although most of the traces here were gone, what remained had led to the death and disappearance of tens of millions of Angels.

Vast supernatural powers had been unleashed here, the Intent, Wills, Memories, Fate, and Destinies of higher dimensional immortals stained this space, and for many of the Archangels who had not touched on the powers of the higher dimension, they would not even recognize what ended their lives, but their service was indispensable, and for the Archon, they were cheap resources that it could use to accomplish its mission.

The Archon with the space under its domain gave a call for the Angels to return as it began to document everything that had been found, and cocking its massive head to the side, he observed a single inhabitant that had been found inside this space, and as if his gaze was a trigger, the unknown presence cried out in a loud voice,

"Finally my greatness is unveiled to the light once more! Bow before the peak of creation and worship me and I shall bless you with power beyond your pathetic imagination. Your eyes shall not be blessed by anything higher than this in all your days."

The Archon’s frown deepened as he sent information about what he had unveiled to the Adjudicator. This matter had been upgraded to the peak of priority because it was looking at a fragment of a Primordial.

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The Adjudicator could take many forms, but he found out countless eons ago that the form it liked to take was of a young man with short blond hair and blue eyes.

Tapping his finger on the handle of his chair, the Adjudicator had been watching a figure for months, trying to comprehend the reasons for her madness. Of course, this was one of his many clones spread across Reality, but it was rare that the Adjudicator could be stumped for long on a single case.

He had been looking at Ghribba the Silver Queen for a while, but this eight-dimensional immortal did not know she was in his sights, as she had finished mourning her spawn and returned to her duties. She was far too important to the Celestials to allow her to fester in her grief.

Waving his hand to the side, he brought forth the memory of Ghribba once more, in her hands were seven cracked blood crystals but this immortal queen who was at the height of reality was claiming that she was holding fourteen broken blood crystals.

The Adjudicator knew she was not lying, and for an immortal of her level, it was impossible for her to go mad, then what could explain the reason why she would believe she was holding fourteen blood crystals instead of seven?

Behind him, space rippled and a red glow emerged, whispering words of the discoveries that were made in the unknown space above Aerovah.

The Adjudicator’s eyes widened and he smiled, "Interesting."