It was not just the trio inside that huge throne room that reacted to those bells ringing. Hyperion did not keep the news that the Sacred Trial would reopen ahead of ti a secret, and a fierce contest for a slot in it already shook the entire Titan World.
As for the person responsible for triggering such an abnormality, that man was about to enter the world.
However, it was not only the Titan Race that focused on the void as they heard the bells. Bahamut and Nut, the Sacred Beast Primarch, had already brought their champions into the Titan World to prepare for the Sacred Trial.
Hyperion, Bahamut, and Nut rose to the sky just as the bells rang. Their bodies' height reached roughly fifty ters tall. Unless they were in a fight, that was their natural state.
Following Hyperion were three beautiful won and a young man. Those won were the Titan Primarch's wives, and each of them was a Beyond the Shackles existence.
Not long after those six reached the sky, dozens of Void Creator erged. They were extrely young for Rank 7 life forms, yet their foundation was as solid as it could get, and their bloodline force put them all at the Law Bloodline level. were ten Void Creators of the Dragon Race and ten of the Sacred Beast Race, but the Titan Race had twenty. It made perfect sense that Hyperion could secure more slots for his race than for the other two, so Bahamut and Nut had nothing to say about it.
Leading those twenty Void Creator Titan geniuses, there were three young won. The three had silver hair and flaming golden eyes, but their appearance and personalities seed to be strikingly different.
One of them had a fierce aura, and her skin glowed with a bloody tallic light. A chilling coldness surrounded another of the young won, and interestingly she had a longbow on her back.
The last one's aura was much calr, and one could even say sowhat timid. Still, her power was not inferior to any of the present.
A small tender smile appeared on Hyperion's son as he saw the three young won, but it rapidly changed to coldness as he stared toward the void.
"Kron, you should change the look on your face. You may very well et your future brother-in-law for the first ti." Hyperion spoke aloud, but only his wives and son could hear those words.
"Father, why should we entertain the re notion of a political marriage? We are the Titan Race, and you are a Primarch. There is no need to form a connection of this type with no one, especially not in a way that would harm my sisters."
Kron did not have anything against Ezequiel, but he was overprotective of all his siblings as the elder brother. So, when he found out his father's plan behind the early opening of the Sacred Trial, he was furious.
Hyperion's wives were all heroines of their generation. While they were more mature than Kron and could hide their feelings better, they also had the sa reservation about their daughters being in such a situation.
After discovering Hyperion's plan, both Kron and the three won thoroughly researched Ezequiel, but they learned very little. Other than his feat in Gods' Tomb, everything else seed hidden in a layer of secrecy.
The Supre Neo-Demon would usually adopt the identity of the Demon Lord Evil on his missions, and only the Primarchs knew his actions in the Prima-Eldritch Universe Final Battlefield.
What beca clear after their research was that Ezequiel was an extraordinarily talented and ruthless man who was the second in command of the new super race that erged recently, the Neo-Demon Race.
As for the Neo-Demon Race, they knew even less about it. Other than the Primarchs, no outsider had ever put a foot in their realm.
Despite being a relatively young race, without even an Eternal Detachnt existence among them, they were already considered a force to be reckoned with. As for its creator, it was a man whom even Hyperion spoke with respect and wariness.
Zatiel Daybreak's na already echoed through the Prima Universe because he created the Virtual Dream Universe. Even geniuses from the Titan Race wanted nothing more than to see their nas in the Legacy Orders.
However, Kron still could not accept that Hyperion would treat his sisters as chess pieces.
Hyperion's eyes moved away from the force coming into the Titan World from the void and stared at his wives and elder son. He knew that his actions had caused anger in them, but the truth was that they had things wrong.
"When it cos to background, that man's it is even greater than that of your sisters. Not only does he have Zatiel Daybreak's absolute trust, but he is the Pri Disciple of Ivar, the Greatest Magic Creator of the Universe. As for his lineage, he is a Primordial, one of the lost races of the Prima Universe whose bloodline surpassed by far our Dawn Titan Bloodline."
Kron was surprised when he heard that. According to his father, Ezequiel's background and talent were superior to his sisters', so the one that would benefit from a union would not be his side.
The Titan Primarch had not finished, and what he said next made Kron and the three won understand that they had seen things incorrectly.
"Zatiel Daybreak has no interest in forming a direct connection with or the Titan Race. As for Invictus, that man has little to no interest in any of your sisters. The only reason he ca here was for the Sacred Trial. I hope those brats can take advantage of this chance and stir that man's heart. If they don't, then there is nothing that I can do about it."
Hyperion did not doubt that the Supre Neo-Demon would manage to draw his daughters' attention, but he was not so sure about things going the other way around.
Silence reigned among the five after hearing Hyperion's words. Kron did not have to worry about his sisters, and they would only be engaged in a relationship if they wanted and, more importantly, could gain Ezequiel's affection.
"¡BOOM!"
An explosion echoed through the sky as a pillar of white lightning pierced the Crystal Wall and entered the Titan World.
Every single one of the thirty Void Creators focused on that pillar of majestic lightning, each of them releasing a pressure that ascended to the sky.
Who among those Void Creator geniuses did not consider himself special and unique. Being told they were second to soone they had never t or heard about before was not sothing they were willing to accept lightly.
Hyperion was aware that such a response was possible if he organized such a grand entrance for Ezequiel. But he was sure that the right hand of the mighty Zatiel Daybreak would have no problem facing such a thing.
As the pillar clashed with that pressure, it imdiately morphed into a fifteen-ter tall man with arcs of white lightning cruising through his body.
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