King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1096 - 1096 1083 The Frustrated Muria

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1083: The Frustrated Muria Chapter 1096: Chapter 1083: The Frustrated Muria “How powerful is the Scarlet King? Do you know?”

“No one knows, that’s the most terrifying part, because all who have seen her in action are now dead.”

“It’s a coincidence. No one knows how strong our King is either, but not because everyone who has seen him in action has died. Rather, it’s because no one has been able to push our King to his limits.”

On the wide and flat road, a general, tasked by Muria to observe the Scarlet King, exchanged opinions with the head of the Stream Mountain Country Delegation.

Or rather, both were boasting, but differently. One boasted about the strength of their enemy, and the other about their own leader.

The leader of the Stream Mountain Country Delegation described how powerful their enemy was, and then stressed the strength of their own nation, while the general from Gai Nation was bragging about his king.

Then they left the territory of Gai Nation and after travelling a distance in the wilderness, they entered the region ruled by Stream Mountain Country.

After walking a distance on the rough and uneven roads of Xishan Country, the general from Gai Nation, who was used to the conveniences of the flat roads, could not help but complain or subtly mock the leader of Stream Mountain Country.

The leader from Stream Mountain Country, long accustomed to the conveniences brought by the flat roads, could only silently endure because, although their nation had similar wide and flat roads, they were not widespread and were only present in some special places.

At first, the general from Gai Nation would occasionally complain or mock when seeing the sights of Stream Mountain Country, but as he saw more and more, he gradually fell silent.

For in his eyes, this nation was worthless, hardly a place worthy of praise. Thus, he gradually stopped mocking.

He was a noble of military merit from Gai Nation, having risen to his current position through the Military Merit Conferment System, or in other words, he had fought his way up from the bottom.

Heroes are often born from the ranks, a natural outcome of the Military Merit Conferment System. Thus, many of the military nobles in Gai Nation come from humble beginnings.

At this time, the general sent to Stream Mountain Country personally witnessed the living conditions of the common people and immediately felt sympathy.

For the living conditions of the commoners he saw along the way were so dire that they filled him with resentment towards Stream Mountain Country, but he did not show it, as he still maintained some decorum.

The more he saw of the commoners of Stream Mountain Country, the more silent he became because he realized that the living conditions of the common people in this country were worse than those of livestock, and they were being used as a kind of livestock.

The general from Gai Nation was not angry because, during his combats, he had seen similar scenes on Ymir Plain, in countries that had been trampled by Gai Nation’s iron hoofs.

“The Scarlet King!” As he saw more and more of the dire situations, the general from Gai Nation couldn’t help but feel some goodwill towards the Scarlet King.

The treatment these commoners endured categorized their nation as evil in his heart, and the Scarlet King, attacking them, naturally became the righteous side.

Under the guidance of the delegation from Stream Mountain Country, the general from Gai Nation soon arrived at the capital of Stream Mountain Country. Thanks to the Stream Mountain Country Delegation leader who had witnessed the formidable military power of Gai Nation, the general received a warm welcome from the ruling classes of Stream Mountain Country.

He even got an audience with the king of Stream Mountain Country and, in the following days, the general experienced the luxurious life of the upper society of Stream Mountain Country, a type of decadence he had never experienced before.

Then he was taken to the frontline, the most intense battlefield, to fulfill his mission in Stream Mountain Country—to witness the power of the Scarlet King.

“Is this the army under the Scarlet King?” The well-experienced general from Gai Nation stood atop the wall, watching Stream Mountain Country’s soldiers clashing with a group of soldiers clad in red robes and white armor.

The general’s face was extremely solemn. One bold soldier begets a host, a powerful commander can influence an entire army, and conversely, an army can reflect what kind of existence a commander is.

In the general’s eyes, although the army of Stream Mountain Country that came out to fight the troops under the Scarlet King was similar in both arms configuration and the soldiers’ personal qualities, when the actual battle ensued, Strea…

A well-trained elite unit usually collapses when their casualty rate exceeds thirty percent, but this unit, which completely disregarded their own lives, might fight to the last person.

“Who let us fight with a bunch of lunatics again? And the strength of the Crimson King is too strong; no one in our country can oppose him.”

“Our king can.” Hearing this, a confident expression appeared on the general’s face, for he had absolute faith in Muria.

“That’s something we’ll only know after the fight. Before going into battle with the Crimson King, many strong individuals in our country also believed they could fight the Crimson King, but the outcome…”

Having said this, the official from the Stream Mountain Country leading the Gai Nation’s general to the battlefield shook his head and sighed.

“That only proves that the so-called strong individuals in your country are too weak.”

“You’ll know when the time comes.” Hearing this, the official from Stream Mountain Country just smiled and did not argue with the general who came from the distant Wild Land, because in his view, such arguments were pointless.

…At night, when the opposing armies ceased fighting, a thin mist so faint it was almost invisible began to swirl around the general dispatched by Muria’s command to the Stream Mountain Country war front.

This mist blended perfectly into the night, then drifted from the air into the camp of the Crimson King’s army.

Perfectly merged with the night, the Black Mist drifted in and out of the camp of the Crimson King’s army, gathering various kinds of information, and then, after obtaining what it wanted, continued eastward, drifting with the wind.

As he moved eastward, he encountered a style utterly different from that of Stream Mountain Country, where all creatures lived together in perfect and harmonious coexistence.

It was the first time he had seen such a harmonious and natural sight since his arrival in this world, as his impression of this world was chaos, slaughter, bloodshed, backwardness…

Traveling day and night, after more than ten days and nights, Muria finally reached his destination: a grand palace complex sitting upon the earth, radiating a brilliant divine light.

But even before approaching this group of buildings, Muria felt a sharp pain emanating from the demonoid body he had separated from himself.

“Sizzle!”

As if something was evaporated into thin air, Muria found that his demonoid body was partially obliterated by the divine light emanating from this group of sacred palaces as it approached.

“…” Muria was speechless; the energy he had painstakingly separated to meet his wife was restrained by the energy emitted by his wife, could there be anything more screwing than this?

But as it turned out, there really was something more screwing.

“Who goes there?” Accompanied by a stern shout, a female clad in golden armor with wings on her back flew out from the palace complex below, her piercing gaze sweeping around.

“How is this possible?” Seeing the familiar posture of this woman, Muria was somewhat stunned, but after a brief pause, he did not forget to hide his form as the power he was currently wielding clearly did not align with this lady.

“It’s you lot again, these senseless ghouls, daring to spy on His Majesty’s sleeping quarters.”

Because of the repelling nature of their attributes, despite Muria’s efforts to dodge, he was still discovered by the lady who had flown out from the palace.

“Die!”

Upon spotting Muria’s demonoid avatar, the lady did not hesitate and drew her greatsword from her waist, slashing a ray of sword light at him.

“Wait!”

As the power contained in this manifestation of his demonoid body was not substantial, Muria did not resist; instead, he transformed into a cloud of black mist to evade.

“Hmph!” But the angelic lady, having missed her strike, didn’t heed Muria’s words at all, continuing to chase and slash at Muria’s demonoid avatar.

“Enough already, you’ve slashed at me so many times, can’t you listen to me for a moment?” Muria, having been chased and slashed at in the air for a long time and having lost a significant portion of his demonoid body, finally lost his patience.

“Once I’ve killed you, everything’s negotiable.” But the lady, knowing full well that a silent enemy is the best kind of enemy, completely ignored Muria’s pleas. In response to Muria, she continued wielding her sword, chasing and slashing at him.

“I’m going mad.” Muria felt like he was going to explode; his wife was within reach, yet he was blocked by her overly diligent guard.