Green did not assume his true form. To his eyes, these bloodline creatures were merely tiny, imperceptible lowly lifeforms, as dense as strands of hair.
Only that Bloodline Sovereign stirred the slightest interest in Green—but no more than interest.
In Green's senses, this Sovereign was like a little dog at his feet, baring its fangs and trying to intimidate him, striving to look ferocious, as though if Green dared harm it, it would surely tear a chunk of flesh from him.
Yet Green found it rather amusing.
Though this Sovereign stood at the same level of life as Green, it was ultimately just a yapping puppy beneath his feet. If Green wished, he could casually kick it away. Its chances of harming his origin were absolutely few.
The bloodline creatures of this illusory world had clearly been terrified by the aura of a higher lifeform Green had forced his way in to descend.
"Which Sovereign are you, and why have you descended upon the Bloodline World?"
This Bloodline King was a creature with a bull's head, bat-like skeletal wings, and a long tail like a scorpion's hooked stinger. Its pair of enormous pincers spread open threateningly as it looked up at the three-eyed monster that had descended across realms. It struggled to restrain the restless unease deep within its bloodline, letting its roar conceal the trembling of its legs.
"You may call me the Annihilation Wizard!"
Green's consciousness spread through the perceptions of these lowly creatures like raging, storm-tossed waves. These lowly bloodline creatures felt as though a force-twelve gale had swept over them, while the Bloodline King continuously muttered the words "Annihilation Wizard" in the wizard tongue, hoping to find traces of a similar ancient creature in its old memories, draw a thread between them, and forge a connection.