Zatiel allowed the Prima Universe's warriors to cheer and celebrate that news for a few monts before raising his hand, making utter silence return. Everybody saw the serious expression on his face, and a solemn aura perated the air.
"The Endless Wheel of Samsara Reincarnation will bring back everybody that perished in the Ultimate Multiversal War, and I ant everybody."
The Prima Universe's warriors were smart enough to understand the aning behind Zatiel's words, and they looked toward the Alpha Universe.
Zatiel's Endless Wheel of Samsara Reincarnation will also bring back the mbers of the Primordial Legion that perished.
Even if the Prima Universe's warriors did not hate the Alpha Universe, it was hard to ask them not to develop so resentnt against the ones that killed so many of their brothers in arms. Of course, the fact that all the dead would co back made things much easier, but it was still not easy to accept.
"I will not allow any form of xenophobia in my universe!"
Zatiel's voice echoed through the entire Alpha-Prima Universe and reached the heart of every single life form while at the sa ti engraving itself into the law matrix.
All the Prima Universe's warriors felt the flash of coldness in the Neo-Demon Ancestor's voice, and even the most stubborn accepted they had to let go of their hostility. They would content themselves with the fact that it would be a matter of ti before seeing the ones they lost.
Zatiel nodded as he saw the resentnt slowly vanish from the Prima Universe's warriors. Although he understood their emotions, unless he planned to destroy or enslave the Alpha Universe, he needed to show fairness to both groups.
He turned toward Ragnar and saw the gratitude in this one grow even stronger. However, a sad expression appeared as he carried on with his words.
"The Endless Wheel of Samsara Reincarnation can only revive those that perished in the Ultimate Multiversal War and whose Primordial Essence reached the Alpha-Prima Universe. It can not bring back those the Fla Imperator's dark flas consud."
A flash of sadness appeared on Ragnar's face as he sighed and nodded, and he was not alone. So, like the World Tree and Ezequiel, also showed downcast expressions when they heard that.
They develop a genuine respect for Chrollo and many of the Primordials, so they cannot help but feel sad that they were lost forever.
If it were up to Zatiel, he would have brought everybody back, but the only way to revive Chrollo and the others like him would be to revert ti.
Sophia was a Rank 6 life form, and the backlash of rescuing a particle of her soul almost killed Zatiel. Those like Chrollo were beyond his powers.
Zatiel felt a little tired, but a sharp light appeared in his eyes as he gazed at the Alpha-Prima Universe.
'Since I already began, then let's go all out.'
Zatiel's aura exploded, drawing the attention of everybody. They believed he would leave after finishing with the Samsara Realm, but it seed that things would not end like that.
Zatiel opened his mouth, and nine drops of blood erged, each glowing like a sun and with a power that made the Alpha-Prima Universe's laws tremble.
The drops of blood began to rotate, drawing massive amounts of energy from the Alpha-Prima Universe, but not just from there. Ezequiel's eyes showed awe as he felt how those heavenly blood bodies connected to the Emptiness and began to devour its energy.
Zatiel charged more and more energy into the nine drops of blood until they reached their zenith, and he then waved his hand, sending eight to different corners of the Alpha-Prima Universe.
"¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!"
Eight explosions echoed, and the Prima Universe's warriors saw the Alpha-Prima Universe trembling before majestic mountains erged from where the drops of blood crashed.
Just the height of those mountains was shocking, with all of them being more than ten tis larger than Abyss. They rose from the Alpha-Prima Universe's ground and reached all the way to the highest sky, with their peak almost touching the Samsara Realm!
A sense of shock and awe filled the Prima Universe's warriors' souls when they focused on those mountains. It was not just their height that impressed them but the fact that all contained forces that reached the Fourth Realm.
They were not equal, with one resembling a giant sword, another a golden sun, one containing a force of endless destruction, and one infinite creation. Each seed to represent one of the forces Zatiel mastered during his path to the Fourth Realm.
"Their nas are Sacred Soul Mountains. Each of them contains an inherence you can use to reach Rank 10. There is also a soul's fragnt in each peak, and those that manage to bond with them will beco Sacred Kings. They will retain that title for 100.000 years before stepping down and giving room to the next generation."
Those words instilled a fighting drive in the souls of the Prima Universe's warriors. People needed a purpose, a goal for which they could strive, and those mountains containing a fragnt of the Samsara Thearch were perfect.
After going over the initial shock, they all turned to the last drops of blood, which was much more potent than the other eight.
Zatiel's eyes focused on a man who seed his twin and sent a drop of blood toward this one.
Venganza was surprised to see the drop of blood coming to him. He was cautious with it, as it knew the power of the other eight was outrageous, and this one was even stronger.
"You can use it to form a ho for your kind. In it, True Depravitas will be born without the need to go through the excruciating journey that Sundered Night had to endure."
Venganza, Ira, Codicia, and Orgullo stared at the drop of blood as if it were the greatest treasure in existence. A ho for their kind was all they never knew they always wanted.
The four Depravitas of Sundered Night stared at Zatiel before clasping their hands and bowing. They did not do that out of reverence for the Neo-Demon Ancestor's power but for his incredible character.
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