My King?
Taral Peak's reply made even a scheming Dominator like Beelzebub freeze for a moment.
Could the Titan Civilization be one that placed extraordinary importance on bloodline inheritance?
Did the Titan King's offspring have to be the Titan King?
Beelzebub did not know. The information Abyss had given him contained nothing of the sort.
He looked at Richard, a faintly ferocious smile appearing on his ugly face.
"I misjudged you, then. I never expected that Dominator Richard was the one truly calling the shots. My apologies, my apologies."
Richard looked at the Abyss Dominator before him. In Beelzebub's murky yellow eyes, he saw a trace of disdain.
Compared to Taral Peak, he was far too young.
Taral Peak noticed that disdain, and a flicker of anger rose in his heart.
Though Taral Peak had acted exceedingly humble before Richard, that did not mean he was a particularly amicable person.
On the contrary, Taral Peak was an immensely prideful Titan.
He despised every race other than the Titans. Before the Civilization Devourer appeared, he had been the most fanatical Titan in the Civilization War.
Even after being tempered by the Civilization Alliance, that disdain had only faded toward the Alliance's other members.
Yet Beelzebub—a derivative of a Titan creation, something no better than an experiment—dared look down on the Titan King in his presence. It truly enraged him.
"That is only natural. I am too young. Compared with all of you, my age is hardly any different from that of a newborn infant."
Richard showed no reaction to Beelzebub's disdain.
Abyss was a place where the strong ruled supreme. If they had not fought yet, being looked down upon was perfectly normal.
He could just beat him up later.
The corners of the huge mouth on Beelzebub's belly curled upward