“Weak-bloods like you have no right to challenge me.” Primal Seth’Aramir looked at Primal Dimitri and gave him a cold, condescending sneer.
CRACK!!
The massive circular table around which the Primals sat disappeared into a cloud of dust under Primal Dimitri’s highly precise energy outburst.
At the Primal level, they were all capable of pulverizing planets.
Exertions of anger no longer took the form of pure damage outbursts, but were instead shows of other aspects of power such as speed, or in Primal Dimitri’s case, an aggressive show of his incredible control.
Primal Seth’Aramir raised her hand slightly and with an even more impressive display of ability, she reversed Primal Dimitri’s destruction of the table!
Whoosh.
The table reappeared as though nothing happened.
Primal Dimitri stood up with an extremely ugly expression on his face.
“Seth’Aramir.” He began.
However, before he could say anything else, space shimmered and the first two groups appeared almost at the same time.
Bam!
Bam!
They tossed two giant bags full of unique items on the massive table.
Seeds, fruits, vegetables and even several bewildered life forms!
All these radiated the same life energy as the Life Seeds which Elliot found.
“A pretty good haul. Well done, Primal Seth’Aramir.” Primal Jeraxle said with a cool smile on his face.
“It is my pleasure.” Primal Seth’Aramir nodded politely.
“It would be better if we can find the death energy sources though.” Primal Isabella sighed deeply. “Not that I am unappreciative of what you’ve done, sister Aramir.”
“Don’t worry, I understand. I feel the same way too.” Primal Seth’Aramir smiled warmly at her in reply.
“Hmph. Such a small result for so much Primal involvement.” Primal Dimitri said scornfully.
Primal Isabella glanced at the angry looking Primal Dimitri and instantly understood the situation.
Both Primal Dimitri and Primal Seth’Aramir were Elves. However, Primal Dimitri was a Dark Elf, a type of elf that had renounced the light and embraced darkness.
For a High Elf such as Primal Seth’Aramir, Primal Dimitri was nothing more than a Rebel Warlord. The fact that she had to share the same table and be in the same room as him was an incredibly unpleasant experience.
“Primal Dul’Akharat isn’t back yet?” Primal Isabella frowned and steered the attention of the Primals to the main issue at hand.
It won’t do to focus on racial issues during such a critical meeting.
“They have found the stash. But they are facing stiff resistance from… Primal Dul’Akharat’s descendants. They have consumed quite a bit of the death energy sources apparently.”
“What? Even Primal Dul’Akharat is having problems dealing with his descendants?” Primal Isabella asked incredulously.
“Of course not.” Chairman El’Taras said with a laugh. “He is still unwilling to deal critical damage, and is still trying to merely disable them instead of killing them. And his best efforts had been resisted very easily by them.”
“He is too soft with his descendants.” Primal Jeraxle sighed. “If it was me, I would have slaughtered them for hiding and consuming such a wonderful treasure without telling me!”
“Ha! That’s probably why after so long, your clan is still merely occupying ten planets!” A Primal buddy of Jeraxle’s laughed at him.
“True. The number of offspring I killed for pissing me off truly isn’t a small number.” Primal Jeraxle smiled ruefully.
“Ah, Respected Primals. May I suggest that a few more of you go over to help Primal Dul’Akharat. One of his strongest offspring just took down Old Wabetto.”
At his words, a stunned silence settled on the meeting room before Primal Isabella and Primal Jeraxle disappeared with their teams once more.
But less than a minute later, all of them returned with a banged up but still very much alive and sheepish looking Old Wabetto leaning heavily on the beautiful Madam Liu.
“Hahaha! I get to lean on the most beautiful woman in the universe after getting bashed up by Dul’Akharat’s punk! Worth it! Worth it!” He roared with laughter.
Plunk.
Madam Liu dropped Old Wabetto on the ground as she rolled her eyes at him.
“Hahaha! All good things come to an end. But it was good while it lasted. Hahaha!” Old Wabetto winked at Madam Liu and continued laughing from the floor.
The rest of the Primals ignored the nearly senile Old Wabetto and focused their attention on Primal Dul’Akharat who was gripping an unconscious young woman’s neck tightly.
Bam!
He flung a bag that was three times the size of the two bags already on the table combined.
“This one is mine.” Primal Dul’Akharat announced in a calm voice as he raised the girl up slightly.
None protested.
“I appreciate it.” Primal Dul’Akharat nodded stiffly. He was in a bad mood. Very bad mood.
“What happened?” Primal Theodora asked curiously.
“That crazy bitch other there, no offence, Dul’Akharat, consumed a huge amount of life energy sources and her power spike is ridiculous! Her Ancient Anomaly caught me completely by surprise and she beat me up really good before Dul’Akharat finally snapped and killed every single person there except that little girl.” Old Wabetto explained loudly.
All of the Primals grimaced.
Old Wabetto, despite looking so frail, was actually a tank-type Primal. He could dish out a ton of damage, but he could receive thousands of times more than he could give. For him to be so badly beaten up by a mere Ancient simply meant that almost everyone present in the room could be beaten up like him.
By an Ancient!
“No death energy at all?” Chairman El’Taras asked softly.
“Not a single trace.” Primal Dul’Akharat said heavily.
“So our only stash of death energy is whatever we got from Ancient Fortune Hermit. I estimate that we can only use that to fully power up a single Hegemon. With such a low amount, spending it to power up a Primal would be meaningless. What we do with it, I leave it to all of you to decide.” Chairman El’Taras said deferentially.
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