Like a fever leaving his mind in a daze Rowan hastily drew the book to his side. His hands shook a little and he did not even care at this time if his actions may implicate Andar. He brought both of his arms forward and seized the book.
As he touched it, he quickly realized that with even a dozen consciousness pillars it would take too long for him to collect the entire knowledge in time, and in a decisive move that he did not care if he regretted in the future he used his entire consciousness pillars to connect with this book and began downloading all the information.
He felt a snap inside his Main Body back in Erohim Palace but he ignored it all, everything was focused on gaining this information. He felt all the activity back in his Main body grinding to a halt as everything that was 'Rowan' descended on this place to feast on this absolute delicacy before him.
Andar's Spirit reached his limits but Rowan did not care, he pulled from the stores of power he had reserved deep inside Andar's body and began to expand Andar's Spirit. This power was not made for this purpose and it was a drastic waste, but if he could gain valuable time using it, then it was worth it.
This was his backup plan for when something terrible was about to happen to Andar, but he took them all and used them without a care.
It took an entire three extra minutes before he was able to collect all the information inside this golden book, and with a quick gasp, he disappeared from Andar's body. Leaving the Spirit of Andar far greater than before, but the child had fainted as his Spirit rushed back to his body waiting outside the Ancient Library, where he collapsed.
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Rowan might have been gone for three minutes, but because he was responsible for so many specialties and projects simultaneously, his entire War Machine nearly ground to a halt, what he did was incredibly dangerous and frankly stupid, but he did not care about that particular detail at this moment, for what he gained from that golden book was indeed invaluable.
It was so valuable to him that it could be the difference between victory and defeat. Rowan had always been searching for a weapon against his father, and finally, he had seen hope. He had by chance or by luck unearthed one of the greatest opportunities he had ever come across.
There was a reason he was so excited, the book he touched belonged to a universe that had been destroyed for an extremely long time.
A time so distant that it could as well be forever ago. What was important was that the end of this universe did not come via natural causes, but from war, and that war was between Angels, Demons, and Devils!
This was the first time he had heard of the term Devil, but they were equally as terrifying as their angelic and demonic counterparts.
This book was a record of the entire war that lasted for 350 million years and did not just consume one universe, but several dozens and this book did not even record the end of the war, for the universe it was inside of, was destroyed before the end.
Rowan did not even know if the war was still ongoing even now, and he did not care, such matters were still far beyond him for now, what made this book very valuable was because it revealed something important.
It showed him what a battle on a universal scale looked like, he had the logistics and the records of hundreds of millions of years of war. This amount of knowledge for anyone else would be a great asset, but for Rowan, it would be everything he needed for his war.
Instead of fumbling his way through countless campaigns, where he would have to sacrifice a great amount of assets to begin learning how such battles were fought, now he had a valuable road map to learn from.
As important as this information was to him, that was still not his greatest harvest
What was recorded here were extremely meticulous records of how Angels waged war, the types of equipment they used and their greatest of weapons, including details on their Armada and fortresses.
These include weapons that could be used to raze multiple Major Worlds to ashes, and all these weapons were unique to Angels alone. Some of these weapons were the size of a building while some were the size of multiple stars, the wave of power emanating from each one of these weapons was enough to warp reality.
Rowan had troops. He had Angels that numbered in the millions, and soon he would have billions.
Before this moment, he would never have known he was not utilizing his army at their full potential.
He knew that what he was commanding were powerful soldiers, but he had not equipped them for war. They were soldiers going to the battlefield using empty fists and if he had not come across this record of the war, he would have remained ignorant until he stepped outside the universe.
Why had he never thought that his Angels needed other supplementary tools to make their abilities shine in a war as broad as a universal one?
He had been swayed by the myriad of abilities that his Angels possessed and considered them good enough, but now he knew they were like tigers, if he could succeed in digesting all this information, then he would have given them wings.
While waiting for the information to be digested, Rowan quickly ran through all the events that transpired in the last three minutes while he was gone.
Because he pulled all his consciousness from his main body, all the Berserker Avatars he had been operating had simply gone still, but they soon resumed their operation as he returned and he has not suffered any loss in that area.
His Mental Space had gone silent as his three Chambers stopped their operation. The massive lidless eyes of Knowledge Well went dull and turned into gold, the swirling silver storm of Astrolabe stilled and the smoke emanating from Hollow Forge ceased.
The millions of Angels of Char turned to statues and his Primordial Sea of Darkness turned to black ice.
Even his Awakened Angels and his Ouroboros Serpents had fallen into slumber. This same effect happened across all the Angels he kept undercover in the Empire and the many galaxies he had been quietly infiltrating.
