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!

but it was uttered without any respect as the

won't play any games and will

…!

with a tone

existence of the Primal Titan Bloodline, giving my sufficient reasoning to seek revenge and trouble as the subjugation of your Bloodline is only a matter of time. The lesson of not 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

WAA!

you righteously stand up to stop the subjugation of your Bloodline, or…" The words of the Ancestral Beowulf

cower and watch as they

…!

Blatant.

Straightforward!

any games as with the belief of his power, the

need for this question to

waves of power as the eyes of this being let out boundless wrath and unwillingness, and

of them knew what the outcome would be if a certain path

all the Legends of Primordials being attacked. If Gennesabo took out his wrath on the current leader of the Cardinal Royal Wolf Bloodline and those in the Scales of Ascendancy carrying out

that caused the Legend of the Primal Titan most pain would lead to death as there was

"..."

brightly on the ancient figure of the Primal Titan Legend,

—-

BZZZZT!

certain being as these events played out, with Noah

130,000…150,000…180,000!

began to slow down at such a juncture as this number reflected Noah being limited to