Stealing a bloodline was troublesome. More precisely, stealing an Abyss Titan's bloodline was troublesome.
As a key that opened the door to Abyss's supreme authority, an Abyss Titan's bloodline was not something one could simply drip into one's body and call it done.
If anyone dared do that, the only thing awaiting them would be to be twisted into a monster.
Even Dominators had to cut away the infected flesh.
Great Abyss World, beneath the eastern swamps.
Beelzebub stood in his laboratory, gazing greedily at the dark-red blood before him.
The air in this laboratory was clean, its surroundings immaculate. Other than the Virus Garden, there was not even a single bacterium in the entire laboratory.
It was hard to imagine that such a laboratory had been built beneath a filthy, foul-smelling sea of swamps.
"What a fascinating bloodline." Beelzebub stared at the blood and murmured to himself.
This mass of blood was a product he had propagated and differentiated from the flesh Richard had given him—child's play for a Dominator.
If Beelzebub were willing to spend the time and resources, he could even use this bloodline to create a body identical to Richard's.
There were countless such creations in this laboratory's collection room. He had even made bodies of Samael.
But being able to create a body and being able to use that body to pass Abyss's verification were two entirely different matters.
Even if Beelzebub created an Abyss Titan body, he could not obtain authority by transferring his soul into it.
Because to Abyss, Beelzebub was still Beelzebub. He merely had one more avatar.
Even if he destroyed his original body, this new body would still be an avatar.
Because Richard had not bestowed his blood upon Beelzebub, the Abyss Titan body he created was equivalent to an