King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1037 - 1037 1024 Battlefield Vacation

Chapter 1037: Chapter 1024 Battlefield Vacation Chapter 1037: Chapter 1024 Battlefield Vacation “Teacher, didn’t you go to meet the battle?” Betty asked somewhat foolishly upon seeing Muria suddenly appear before her, her expression still somewhat dazed.

“Yes, but I finished the fight and then came back.”

“Finished? Does that mean all the heavenly-descended species have been repelled by you, boss?” Victor’s face showed surprise.

“Killed them,” Muria said, tone flat.

Thus, silence fell in the train carriage.

“Gulp!” Robert swallowed hard, then broke the stillness in the carriage.

“Um, boss, there was nothing wrong with my ears just now, right?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just as you heard, I have killed all the invading different species.”

“In such a short time, I mean, seriously, you really are the boss I chose to follow for a lifetime. Can you tell us about how you defeated those different species?” Victor’s eyes showed expectation.

“There’s nothing much to tell. From the beginning to the end, I didn’t lift a finger myself. I merely released my Dharma Appearance, and then all those monsters just fell down,” Muria spoke indifferently.

“What?” Everyone looked perplexed.

“You must have felt something strange just now, that was my Dharma Appearance drawing power from you, acting in self-defense, and that’s why those heavenly-descended creatures died,” Muria explained, looking at his sister whose face was pale, appearing extremely vulnerable.

“Boss, you mean to say that in killing the five heavenly-descended generals, we also played a part?” Upon hearing Muria’s words, lying in their places, thirteen weak-looking young men and women suddenly smiled, with Victor showing particularly evident delight.

He felt as if he now had bragging rights for the next twenty years. Even when he would have his own children, or when his son would have kids, he could bring up today’s events for a good story.

“Back in the day, your grandfather joined the battlefield before even finishing college. We faced an attack before even reaching the battlefield and then, together with the top talent of our clan, killed five different species generals.”

“Exactly.” As Victor blissfully imagined how he’d boast to his grandchildren when he got older, Muria acknowledged their contribution.

After this attack occurred, no more incidents followed. The Empire heightened its alert level, protecting resources and the military support coming from the Federation along with materials more tightly.

At the same time, a major purge began because this attack clearly indicated a serious information leak on the Empire’s side.

Otherwise, even if the heavenly-descended species immediately convened five generals to strike at the human defense line and successfully breached it, they could not have targeted the Federal support train with such precision.

Of course, the Empire’s purge was of no concern to Muria. Upon his arrival at the station, he was immediately met with a grand welcoming ceremony from the Empire. Big figures from within the Empire personally came forward to greet Muria’s arrival.

Initially, as the annual routine supporter, Muria should not have received such a grand welcome, but due to the unforeseen circumstance, he showed formidable battle strength against five opponents.

By relying solely on himself, he killed five generals and their elite legions in just twenty minutes. Such powerful combat ability was somewhat incredible to a Star Armor Master.

Because a Star Armor Master’s combat ability is quite stable, the difference between their upper and lower limits isn’t vast. What decides the battle difference among the Titled Star Armor Masters, aside from the Star Armor they possess, is their operation awareness and proficiency.

Martial Artists, however, are different. During the prosperous times of Martial Arts, although most Martial Artists were quite mediocre without much to stand out, there were always a few individuals capable of breaking through the common perception of human ability.

Almost all Martial Artists have a secret technique that enables them to burst out with much more battle power than they normally should in critical moments, but this can’t be used as a regular method.

After receiving the warm welcome from the Flash Silver Empire, Muria officially entered the battlefield between humans and the heavenly-descended species. The materials he brought were all received by the Empire’s side, and the soldiers sent by the Federation were taken away by the Empire’s military for further training.

“A million soldiers. I wonder how many can return with me after three years?”

Muria stepped into the void, looking down at the confused soldiers being led away one line at a time, his eyes showing a hint of lament.

Because the war against the heavenly-descended species was so brutal, neither the Federation, the Church, nor the Empire revealed the casualty statistics to their people, as it would create panic.

“Three years, having ten thousand people survive wouldn’t be too bad,” commented the elder at Muria’s side, equally sighing slightly as he looked down.

Even for the Douglas family members sent to join the fight, the death rate was set at fifty percent. One could easily imagine the loss among the lower-ranked soldiers. In the war between these two races, it was a fight to the death without the concept of prisoners.

“It’s amazing they could bear it!” Muria’s lips twitched involuntarily upon hearing the casualty ratio.

Luckily, humans have a vast reproductive capacity. When the heavens sent the native species to this world, the human population had already reached a considerable base number, which could sustain the consumption of war.

Thus, even though the entire human race was dragged into the quagmire of war, the overall strength of the three major human overlords continued to grow. Of course, the commoners of other human subordinate nations were living in dire straits, unable to even ensure their basic food and clothing.

Modern human society’s communication technology had developed incredibly. Taking the Federation as an example, it lost nearly a million young people every year. Even so, it didn’t have too much of an impact on the overall Federation, with almost no news reports about this matter.

One could imagine how strict the Federation’s control over information was. The soldiers he brought would probably have to sign some kind of non-disclosure agreement if they had a chance to survive three years later.

…

“Emperor Martial Honor Sir Jelos, I’ve long admired your great name. The Norman Defensive Line is now in your care.”

“As long as I am here for a day, not a single creature from a different species will cross the defensive line.” Muria, who arrived at a military fortress in accordance with his orders, greeted the five Titled Star Armor Masters who came to welcome him and responded with a grave expression.

“Is it just you alone?” a Titled Star Armor Master asked with some confusion upon seeing Muria taking command of the defensive line.

“Aren’t you a bit out of the loop? Haven’t you heard? Emperor Martial Honor hadn’t even arrived at the battlefield when he was attacked by five different species generals. However, Sir Jelos took less than a quarter of an hour to slay all the invading creatures.”

The first Titled Star Armor Master to speak to Muria said with a smile.

“Of course I know about that. With such fighting power, it’s indeed enough to hold the fort. But sometimes sheer individual strength is useless, those monsters don’t just attack from one direction.”

Hearing his companion’s joke, the Titled Star Armor Master who doubted Muria responded with some dissatisfaction.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Although I came alone, I also brought my pets. They can help defend this line as well.”

Muria was unconcerned by the questioning. Although the words were a bit unpleasant, from another angle, it showed responsibility.

After all, the defensive line he was taking over had a renowned strategic designation, not one of those ordinary lines with a number that could be held by dispatching a single Titled Star Armor Master.

“Pets, what kind of pets?”

“My native species. They can hold their own against the different species generals for a short time. Do you want to see them?”

“Let’s go, let’s take a look,” said a few Titled Star Armor Masters who were about to be transferred to the rear to enjoy some time of peace and quiet, suddenly interested.

In the end, they saw gigantic beasts that seemed to hail from the primeval age, revealing themselves after becoming visible in an open field.

Green Pythons with scales bristling, thorn-like bonespurs covering their heads, a robust Giant Bear, a Black Dog lounging lazily, and a huge Stag that seemed to have two dead trees atop its head…

These native species looked no different from ordinary wild beasts or low-tier native species in appearance and form. The only difference was their size; they were so large that they didn’t seem to match their races at all.

“This…” Seeing the beasts in front of him, as big as small hills, one Titled Star Armor Master stuttered, feeling that he probably wouldn’t fare well if attacked by these giant beasts.

“With their help in defending this line, you all can be reassured, right?”

“Yes, reassured.”

…

So, three months after arriving in the Empire, Muria became the defender of this strategic regional defensive line. As for why he received his orders only after three months,

it was because one of the compensations the Empire made after he was attacked—letting him play the role of an idle man for three months before making arrangements.

Part of it was also due to his own actions since he had single-handedly killed five native species generals. This created not only a huge stir among humans but also shocked the entire race of native species from the heavens.

This kind of loss was rare for these non-human intelligent races since they came to this world. So for a while, the native species did not dare to act rashly, and it was only after they learned of Muria’s existence that they started launching tentative attacks again.

What made Muria very helpless was that the different species also seemed to know which defensive line he was on. They didn’t send armies to attack, so Muria felt like he was on holiday at the battlefield.