Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1521: Lmmeasurable Tyranny! Vl

The Legend of the Primal Titan Bloodline!

Many questioned about this existence and why not even a trace of his aura was seen as these shocking events unfolded, but they didn't fully grasp the power of beings against this level nobody- not even the Seventh or Eight Firmament existences that were watching the scenes of the Isles of the Gilded Forge from afar to collect information for their Bloodlines…none of them knew that Legends were actually about to clash not too far above them in a Boundary of space.

In a dimension of space they couldn't even see as it could only be accessed by those that had achieved a certain level of control over the fabric of Reality, with one barely being able to notice the glimmer of mirror-like barriers flashing every now and then as it was reminiscent of the Mirror Reality that RUINATION had been able to call forth!

In this dimension of space, the glorious hazy image of a wolf that seemed to have its body stretching across one end to another could be seen, its cerulean fur shining with the illusory light of a stable Reality as its illusory presence alone caused the surroundings to shudder.

This figure seemed to be here and yet not at the same time as if it truly descended, maybe even this space would simply shatter and not be able to contain it!

Stretching endlessly across the horizon, it was the illusory figure of an ancient Wolf that held an illusory obsidian crown that seemed to constantly make the surroundings darker above his archaic head.

It was the Ancestral Beowulf of the Cardinal Royal Wolf Bloodline!

Standing opposite to this existence was the figure of a Primal Titan that seemed more corporeal than the ancient Wolf, the illusion of Reality on this existence being slightly less stable as even in demeanor, he lost put somewhat against the Ancestral Beowulf.

But this being was currently expressing immense wrath in his eyes as the surrounding space within this dimension was constantly breaking down and wailing out from this sheer emotion alone! Yet the Ancestral Beowulf withi an obsidian crown from the Olden Times spinning in surreal motion above his head only looked forwardly calmly, his ferocious eyes squinting into a deadly smile as he spoke.

"Gennesabo…"

BZZZT!

Waves of profound light echoed out as the Ancestral Beowulf called out the glorious name of the Primal Titan Legend!

The Legend Gennesabo!

was uttered without any respect as

games and will actually be

…!

with a tone

offending the grandeur of Primordials was not drilled onto your people enough as after being given this reason, I will not let it go. The only thing left here is to ask…what will you be

WAA!

or…" The words of the Ancestral Beowulf

you cower and watch as they come

…!

Blatant.

Straightforward!

Ancestral Beowulf did not play any games as with the belief of his power, the situation was laid out simply as he asked

a need for

Legend Gennesabo released incandescent waves of power as the eyes of this being let out boundless

knew

on the current leader of the Cardinal Royal Wolf Bloodline and those in the Scales of Ascendancy carrying out the subjugation of his people, it would

was taken apart from the one that caused the Legend of the Primal Titan most pain would lead to death as there was truly

"..."

brightly on the ancient figure of the Primal Titan Legend, but at this moment…this light seemed to be infinitely

—-

BZZZZT!

a certain being as these events played out, with Noah

130,000…150,000…180,000!

at such a juncture as this number reflected Noah