King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1043 - 1043 1030 Evolution to the Epic Dharma

Chapter 1043: Chapter 1030: Evolution to the Epic Dharma Appearance Chapter 1043: Chapter 1030: Evolution to the Epic Dharma Appearance Time passed, and Muria stayed within the Norman Defensive Line, quietly doing nothing significant, while his father commanded a rapid response Legion, providing quick support to the most critical frontlines according to the information given by the headquarters, always active in the most intense battles.

Because he was always active on the most dangerous battlefields, his father’s fame in this area remained high with many followers; even though the mortality rate in his Legion was also high, there were still many soldiers who wished to join.

By comparison, Muria, who had not had any remarkable achievements in these years, saw his popularity steadily decline, with fewer and fewer people paying attention to him. Compared to his father, he was inconspicuously low-profile to the point of absurdity.

The reason was that the frontline where Muria was stationed, although named an important defensive line, rarely saw any attacks from Different Species thanks to his presence.

However, even though Muria wasn’t active on the battlefield, he wasn’t idle either. His main task was to cooperate with the arrangements of the Douglas family, cultivating batches of “batteries”.

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“Young Master Jelos, the seeds the Clan has prepared for you have arrived. Do you have time to deal with them now, or shall we wait a bit longer?” An aged voice resonated from outside the door.

“They’ve arrived already, then let’s do it now,” Muria replied as he rose from the soft couch in a somewhat luxurious room, stretching his body. Instantly, a series of crackling sounds like thunder and tiger roars emerged from his body, as if it harbored an ancient world within.

After hearing these sounds, the old man who had knocked on the door pushed it open and walked in, his face showing a smile when he felt an even stronger sense of oppression emanating from Muria than the day before.

“How many people did the family send me this time?” Muria asked the elder who entered, his face calm.

“There are slightly fewer than last time, only one hundred and twenty-five. But rest assured, every one of them has been carefully selected by the family, all possessing exceptional martial arts training talent, and each one is capable of enduring hardship,” the elder responded.

“I’m aware of that. Let’s go take a look at those kids,” Muria nodded, knowing these individuals had been carefully selected by the Douglas family for him.

One hundred and twenty-five people may sound like a small number, but for the Douglas family to risk having these combat-incapable individuals on the frontline indicated the extent of their commitment.

Soon, Muria saw more than a hundred children sent from the federation by the family in a spacious room, a converted warehouse where they sat quietly meditating.

When these children noticed Muria getting up, they all opened their eyes; their meditation was more of a formality, at best a practice in quickly calming their minds.

At that moment, the children’s anxious yet hopeful gazes all turned towards Muria, as they had been informed by the Douglas family of the reason for their presence and knew what Muria meant to them.

“Don’t be nervous. What comes next may be painful, but it will be beneficial and not harmful to you,” Muria reassured them.

Looking at the children, Muria showed them a gentle smile, and as he smiled, a radiant star cluster ascended behind him, reflecting a radiant starry sky in the children’s eyes before him.

Then Muria controlled his Dharma Appearance, separating stars equal to the number of children and planting them into their bodies one by one. These stars began to transform their bodies, enabling them to adapt to Muria’s power as much as possible.

After Muria had separated more than a hundred stars, he left as soon as he saw that all the children were enveloped in pure white Martial Dao Aura.

Upon his exit, the elder waiting outside greeted him with a smile, “Young Master, have you completed the foundation for these seeds?”

“Mm, let them stay one more night after they have acclimated, then arrange for their departure as soon as possible. This is not where they should stay,” Muria instructed.

“Of course. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this; you can trust me to handle it,” the elder replied confidently.

“Hearing that,” Muria, who was just about to leave, paused and turned back, “How many batches has it been?”

“This is the seventh batch of children the family has sent since you’ve been stationed at the Norman Defensive Line,” the elder answered.

“Make sure they’re taken care of,” Muria said, leaving without another word.

For these children who were soon to bear his power and become his exclusive batteries, he had no particular thoughts, and as for feelings of guilt, that was even more nonsensical.

After learning about the characteristics of Muria’s Dharma Appearance, the Douglas family specifically convened a meeting for this purpose and quickly set the tone. They then selected suitable vessels for Muria, bearing his power seeds, specially preparing them for his battles.

The plan originally conceived by the Douglas family head was rapidly perfected through several meetings, with many details added before being immediately implemented. The children presented before Muria were the result of this plan.

These children all came from the lower strata of society, of relatively complex composition, but those selected and sent to him were those with relatively clean backgrounds, most of whom were orphans or the like.

Although the federal system was well-established, it could not cope with a large population base. With so many people, all sorts of strange individuals emerged, including no small number of parents who abandoned their children for various reasons.

The Douglas family specifically adopted these children, then picked out those with excellent Martial Arts Talent, trained them, and finally brought them before Muria.

After these children accepted Muria’s power seeds, the only thing they needed to do was to cultivate diligently, and be ready to be drained of power by Muria at any moment for battle. In return, they would have no material needs to worry about.

This could be seen as a kind of peculiar trade, and these children, as one party to the transaction, had no right to refuse. However, solely from the perspective of the children, they profited from the trade.

They, who would have been scrambling for a living at the bottom of society, now only had to devote a trivial amount of time to cultivation. They were ready to have their bodies emptied at any time, which would earn them what many ordinary people sought their whole lives without guarantee. Such an opportunity was incredibly fortunate.

“This Dharma Appearance is really interesting!” Having just returned to his room and discovering that he could extract over a hundred more sources of power, a smile appeared on Muria’s face.

Although he had not yet broken through to the Legendary level, his power was increasing every moment, after all, with so many people in the clan cultivating for him at all times.

“If this Dharma Appearance evolves to the Legendary level, it should possess even more special powers. And even if it doesn’t, merely strengthening the characteristics I currently possess is not bad. If I could extend this power of Dharma Appearance to the Epics, it would be even more astonishing.”

Muria pondered the power of the Dharma Appearance he now wielded, a smile tinged with anticipation in his eyes.

In this time, aside from collaborating with his family’s plan, he also spent a great deal of time and energy extrapolating his current Dharma Appearance.

But he had only managed to extend this Martial Arts technique to the pinnacle of Legend, as for Epics, he could not extrapolate to that degree because there simply were no such texts available for his reference.

There was no path above Epics in this world, the road ahead was severed, he needed to forge through the underbrush himself, and carve out a new route beyond the world’s Martial Arts system.

“At the level of Epics, I’m afraid that it will involve the unique Laws of this world,” Muria murmured thoughtfully. If he wanted to obtain this Law, he would only glimpse it at the moment when he attains source power within this world, but even then, he would only see it, and it was not certain whether he could master it.

And the method of obtaining source power in this world was already very clear to Muria. It was to completely eradicate the Star Cluster race from this world, to extinguish them from existence.

If this world were one newly born, still in a primitive and barbaric stage, the Star Cluster might have been warmly welcomed, fully integrating with the world in accordance with the proactiveness of the World Will.

But unfortunately for them, the Star Armor World was a world already fully developed, with its Intelligent Races having reached a high level of development.

As the Star Cluster arrived, competing with Humanity for dominance of the world, on which side would the World Will stand? Without a doubt, a mother naturally favors her own children.

Therefore, the Star Cluster was rejected by the World Will, but since they descended with the remnants of their own World Remains, they were fearless against the suppression of this world.

Thus, the core and greatest conflict within the Star Armor World was the irreconcilable war between a race striving to continue its existence and another race fighting to defend its sovereignty. One of these two races must be exterminated, erased from this world.

However, looking at the scale between Humans and the Star Cluster, the likelihood and probability of Human victory was the greatest, because when neither race could quickly claim victory, it boiled down to attrition.

Attrition required resources, required population, and in these aspects, Humanity held an absolute advantage. After a protracted war of attrition, Humans would inevitably claim victory. However, even if Humans won, the Human race would be scarred, and the world might enter a state of apocalypse due to the presence of the Alien King.