Chapter 82: The Frozen Land of the Absolute Sea
"True Ancestor King, your title is well-deserved. To take away so much of my heat in such a short time!"
[Vlov's gaze is as cold as a knife]
[Completely devoid of the previous instinctual rage]
[Seeing such an excellent dead apostle junior, you cannot help but feel a sense of appreciation for talent]
"In light of your demonstration of principles, I shall take this a bit more seriously... The True Ancestor King here poses a question to you—"
Moran once again reveals his royal golden eyes.
This is his greatest acknowledgment of the dead apostle before him.
"Answer me, my diminutive subordinate like livestock. The proof of our ancestors, the root of the disease. Like a great whirlpool.
From it, the descendants of a new principle are birthed.
To you, what is blood?"
Moran speaks as if descending a decree like an emperor.