King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1039 - 1039 1026 Stop making excuses I know you want

Chapter 1039: Chapter 1026: Stop making excuses, I know you want to hit me Chapter 1039: Chapter 1026: Stop making excuses, I know you want to hit me “Investigating the traces of deities?” Muria’s expression grew even stranger. For a being like him, who used secret arts to infiltrate the world, the deities within it were the greatest threat.

Because for the world, Epics are the most threatening type of foreign entities, and once a deity discovers the traces of an Epic, they would attack with the world’s power backing them.

The threat that such divine beings posed to an Epic within the world would skyrocket, and there was even the risk of falling.

Therefore, Epics like him, who descended to infiltrate the world, would first seek out the traces of world deities and, before developing to a certain extent, would avoid conflicts with the native deities as much as possible.

Thus, after his descent, Muria also searched for traces of deities but found nothing. After understanding the history of the world, he concluded that it was highly probable that there were no deities in this world.

Because before the meteor shower that destroyed half of the world arrived, it was the era of Martial Arts. Martial practitioners sought strength on their own, and they would never casually worship another person, so there was simply no soil for the birth of deities.

But when the meteor shower nearly obliterated the entire Martial Arts system, everything seemed to have changed, and there was a chance for deities to emerge.

One of the three major human Overlord-level forces, the Stars Congregation, sounded somewhat religious, and Muria initially suspected that there might be a deity developing within this human force, but after observing and gathering some information, Muria dismissed this idea.

For the emergence of a True God would surely leave behind some divine signs, and a True God would also grant power to their followers. According to Muria’s investigation, he found no trace of a True God existing within the Stars Congregation.

But now his father had brought him such an unexpected message; his mother had discovered traces of deity worship and had launched an investigation.

What kind of existence was his mother? A being who had achieved Epic status with a body of an Ancestral Golden Dragon. Although she was a newcomer among Epics just like him, she had already stepped into the Epic Domain that could rival divine beings.

Others might make a mistake, but with his mother and father together, it was absolutely impossible to be wrong. They had found traces of divine faith – this world indeed had a deity, or was about to have a True God emerge.

“Don’t worry, the deity worship discovered within the domain of the Stars Congregation has a very strange flow. Either that deity is gravely injured and has lost control over the Power of Faith from their following, or that deity simply doesn’t have Divine Will… In short, your mother won’t be in danger.”

“I wasn’t worried about her being in danger.” Looking at his father, who seemed to bear no expression on his face, Muria argued, feeling that his normally composed father seemed somewhat angry. No, not angry, but rather something akin to jealousy.

“Ha!” His father let out an interjection laden with various implications.

“My mom is a mage who’s focused on studying magic, you know. If both of us were in a bad way, she’d still be hopping around lively,” Muria said as he looked at his father who seemed to be in a slight mood.

“Hmm.” The man with black hair and a robust physique responded without a trace of emotion on his face, then, after a pause, changed the subject, “So, are you just staying here now?”

“Yes, I’m currently responsible for defending this frontline.”

“I’ve been temporarily appointed as the Empire’s General, and will lead a highly mobile force in a month’s time to support the most dangerous battlefield according to the frontline situation.”

“Hmm, General?” Muria tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew what this position meant within the centrally powered Flash Silver Empire – it was almost only second to the Emperor himself, and it was a position of significant authority.

“Yes, temporarily.”

“The folks over at the Zijing Federation must be about to explode,” Muria thought somewhat maliciously. The Empire giving such a position to his father was clear in its intention – it was almost an outright declaration of wanting to poach him.

And if his father was willing, all he had to do was give a nod. The temporary position of General could immediately become permanent, instantly transforming him into a military big shot in the Empire.

The allure of such a position is self-evident, and while Muria knew his father had absolutely no interest in such toys, the people of the Federation would certainly not think so!

The Empire had offered his father the best position of real power it could, apart from that of the Emperor. In the eyes of the Federation, his father was surely going to be tempted by this.

For the Federation to retain his father, they would naturally need to offer something better to persuade him, but comparing it to the olive branch thrown by the Empire, it seemed the Federation had nothing better to offer.

A loose coalition like the Federation, which is more or less a union of several powerful forces, what could they offer that was better than the Empire’s Generalship? Nothing at all, even the most nominally powerful head of state was not enough.

The head of the Federation doesn’t hold much real power and can only hold the position for, at most, two ten-year terms. This is nothing compared to the hereditary and transferable position of an Empire General.

Muria estimated that after the Federation learned of the position his father had now acquired, they would probably curse while convening a meeting to discuss how to deal with the Empire’s shameless act of poaching. However, they likely wouldn’t be able to come up with any good solutions, as they couldn’t offer a position higher than that of an admiral.

“I heard that the Empire also intended to arrange a similar position for you. Why didn’t you accept?”

“I couldn’t accept,” Muria stroked his chin. To tell the truth, the arrangement the Empire offered was quite tempting—who wouldn’t want to go up and hack away at enemies? This was something he was good at and skilled in,

But then, their family head had discussed this issue with him for an entire night, almost begging him not to accept. Had they not been separated by a screen, Muria estimated that the family head might have even knelt before him.

“What’s going on with you? Since your arrival in this world, how many battles have you fought? Do you think you can slack off after advancing to an epic status?”

Upon hearing Muria’s words, Ansol’s brows immediately furrowed. Since his arrival in this world, except for the initial period of time spent developing his body, he had been constantly battling.

This was the part of the Sky Demon Secret Art of Reincarnation that Ansol favored the most. Through this secret art, he could experience new powers and battle against new opponents with each reincarnation.

“I find these battles meaningless.” Muria spread his hands, and with their Titan combat consciousness, even with the same strength, one could fight against ten and easily thrash and push around all peers of the same level.

“So you are quite confident, Muria. It seems I need to teach you the meaning of humility again.” The golden aura swirling around Ansol flared up with his voice, resembling a golden torch.

“Old man, stop pretending. Don’t I know you? You just want an opportunity to fight me, don’t you?” Seeing Ansol, now completely obscured by the golden Martial Dao Aura and indiscernible, Muria also grinned, as a pure white Martial Dao Aura burst forth from him, forming a vast cloud sea.

Shattered Star Fist!

The only response to Muria was a deep voice, followed by hundreds of golden fist forces, which roared towards him faster than the sound, like meteors.

“Hey, the complementary martial skills from the ‘All Heavens Constellation Path’—I know them too. Shattered Star Fist!”

Muria recognized the technique his father was using, but of course, he didn’t take it seriously because the cultivation methods of the “All Heavens Constellation Path” had already been unrecognizably altered by his father’s modifications. What his father was now using was definitely not the original, and heaven knows what changes he had made to it.

Of course, after taking his father’s fists, he would probably find out what his father had turned it into.

In response to his father’s attack, Muria didn’t defend but used a technique with the same name that was actually entirely different. Muria’s version of Shattered Star Fist had also been completely transformed.

Boom—

The golden and white fists collided, nullifying each other in the air, leaving visible ripples of power and emitting dense explosions.

Although the father and son duo had perfect control over their strengths, not a single bit of their power spilled into the surrounding area, the commotion from their fight frightened the officers and soldiers in the defense line below.

Therefore, the soldiers in the defense line below quickly donned their star armor and, like rats and insects sensing an earthquake, frantically poured out from the fortress of the defense line, distancing themselves from the father and son.

Meanwhile, some officers, while retreating, reported the situation here with panic and fear on their faces: Two Martial Supremes from the Zijing Federation had started fighting each other.

All the communications officers who received this message did not dare to delay a moment and immediately reported it up the chain of command. Thus, within less than three minutes, the message reached the headquarters.

“What? Overlord-level Creature Aine and Emperor Martial Honor Jelos are fighting each other?” The headquarters, upon receiving this urgent report, turned into chaos, and even the Commander-in-Chief, who would ordinarily remain calm if Mt. Tai itself were crumbling, lost his composure for a moment.

“Get the recorded images from the frontline and let me see the extent of their fight,” the Commander-in-Chief ordered, and instantly, the battle recorded images of Muria and Ansol were projected in the command center, leaving a room full of stunned faces.

“What kind of grudge do these two Martial Supremes have against each other that they would fight so fiercely? I haven’t heard of any feud between them.”

“Sigh, now’s not the time to investigate that; we need to hurry and find someone to break it up.”