Chapter 727 Creators
"There are only…five Primordials who came?! At least there are a few dozen Ancients, but what is wrong with those Primordials? Are they just too arrogant or don't they care that I took over Milarn?" Dilan asked when he looked at the Primordials and Ancients who had emerged from a large spatial portal.
The spatial portal was golden and it had been created by one of the Primordials.
There were only primordials of four different races and they were all in possession of various human traits.
First of all, each of them had the general structure of a human body, a pair of legs and arms, and they had a somewhat human-like head. At least one could consider their head somewhat human-like as one as one was creative enough.
The Galbians were a Primordial race known for their destructiveness. Their head looked human, but it had also mixed features of a shark.
Several rows of teeth could be seen in the huge mouth of the Galbian who had been willing to meet Dilan and the others. There was even a large white sharkfin that protruded from the Galbian's neck along his entire spine.
It looked quite dangerous, especially the eyes that were completely white.
'Can he even see?' Dilan wondered as he kept watching the Galbian.
His height was only two meters but that was more than enough to cause true terror within everyone.
Only Dilan didn't know who exactly the Galbian was. He wore a thin armor, made out of a translucent material. It covered his entire body while showing everything that lay underneath clearly. Dilan was not sure if he just wanted to show off his body, with exception of his best parts, or if there was another reason for a translucent armor to exist, in the first place.
The Galbians were in possession of the Power of Obliteration. Their whole body was eerily white with a humongous black stigma covering their entire body. From head to toe, their white skin covered at least 50% with the black stigma.
The Stigma was even visible in their white eyes and their shark-like teeth. Dilan had already witnessed their powers when fighting his father. They could release a beam that destroyed everything in their way, no matter how strong their defenses are.
"You complain about encountering five Primordials? I guess you really don't know how rare Primordials are, and how powerful they are…" The Lightning Titan asked, starting to break into a sweat just by looking at the five Primordials.
'Didn't you guys plan to fight the Primordials and take revenge for what they did do you? You guys are really two-faced…though I kinda understand where your fear comes from…' Dilan spoke in his mind, a small smile surfacing on his lips when he looked at the other three Primordial races.
It was said that only five Primordial races existed, but some rumors said that there was one more. Of course, Dilan didn't know the truth about the sixth Primordial race but he was a little bit sad that he didn't meet all five Primordial races today.
Other than the Galbians, there were Primordials of the Spectran, the Soularn, and the Tymali.
Two Soularn were present, probably to incinerate his soul properly, and to cut his soul link with Milarn. At least that was what Dilan guessed when he saw the white stigmas that covered their bodies.
"So their fertility rate is pretty low because their powers are too potent, I see. That's why there are only one Abandoned Children from a primordial race. Makes sense, I guess," Dilan nodded his head, just as calmly as he was before.
He was looked at weirdly by many of his people and Ancients as well. Even the Ancients couldn't help but feel as if they were suffocating when hovering next to the Primordials.
There were not many Primordials, their combined number was probably less than 200. Most of them came from the Primal Era when the Universe was born and they didn't really care whether someone got his hands on a planet like Milarn or not.
If they were annoyed about something as mundane as that, they wouldn't have survived that long…or the Universe wouldn't have.
Yet, Dilan didn't seem to be too bothered about the tremendous pressure they released even though their strength was drastically reduced.
"You guys lend my father these weird powers of yours because he was compatible with you, right? I doubt that so many Primordials would visit me otherwise… Are you guys petty enough to take revenge on me for killing my own father? That's cute!" Dilan provoked the Primordials without caring about their reaction.
However, the people around him began to flinch. They subconsciously increased the distance to him.
Dilan's allies might want to take revenge for what happened to them but they had initially planned to do that by beating the shit out of the Ancients, not five Primordials…especially not the Primordials who had appeared in front of them.
eaglesnov?1,сoМ They were far from the weakest and youngest Primordials, but four of the five Primordials were the creators of the Primordial Ascension.
"We created the Primordial Ascension because the Universe asked us for this favor. But that was not all. We were also searching for beings that were highly compatible with our powers. There are simply too few Primordials to take care of the entire Universe. Parts of the Universe are still unknown because everyone here is simply too weak.
The World Elemental there might be strong enough but it is only a single entity. To explore the rest of the unknown Universe and search for a way to prevent Hoert from devouring our Universe, we needed more Primordials, whether they were artificially created, or born in the normal way.
Your father was the best subject to experiment with and you killed him despite the warning you were given!" The Galbian explained, his voice eerily calm.
He was seemingly unbothered by Dilan's provocation but that was just for show.
Dilan could clearly tell that the Galbian hated him.
But it didn't really matter to Dilan and he began to smile lightly.
'This will get funny!'