King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1112 - 1112 1099 I Need You

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1099: I Need You Chapter 1112: Chapter 1099: I Need You “Is this considered completed?” Muria, who now greatly resembled Hades in his general form, asked Michaela.

“Almost, this is as far as I can go for now,” Muria adapted to his current body.

The former Ghost had no specific form and could transform into any shape. But now, Muria had solidified the ethereal, giving himself a fixed body that would no longer change much in form.

Compared to the previous Ghost form, Muria’s current form, which mastered the power of death, had significantly improved in close combat capabilities.

The previous Ghost was not suitable for close combat, or rather, not suitable for solo fights, but this situation had fundamentally changed now.

Muria assured that he could fight evenly with his Yanmo form in his current form — at least not be at a disadvantage.

“All show and no substance.” After scrutinizing Muria’s current form, Michaela judged.

“I just changed the nature of the power; after all, I haven’t delved too much into the Laws of Death, being able to reach this step is already pretty good,” Muria defended himself, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

“What you really changed is just the Titan Body you shaped with source power,” Michaela pointed out sharply, Muria’s current appearance was merely superficial and useless.

“More or less!” Muria knew that his current physical essence was actually a skeletal body, which seemed no different from a Lich on the surface, but its nature was completely different.

As for his current form, resembling Hades, it was just an embellished effect he created with Death Qi on the basis of his skeletal body.

“You now possess four different powers of the Seven Disasters Deity, and you have changed two of them. What are your thoughts on the other two?”

“Change them all,” Muria reverted to human form, not liking the death form. He preferred lively beings full of vitality.

“How do you plan to change them?”

“The other two powers are wind and earth. Wind needs no explanation as it’s my specialty; earth is similar to death, slightly explored, and I can change it.”

“Hmm, so you still plan to create a new form of a wind giant?”

“No, there’s no need for that. As for the form, I plan to reference the World Stabilizing Giant Beast Phoenix King Eagle and the Land Emperor Turtle.”

“You’re going to produce two more severely weakened versions of the World Stabilizing Giant Beasts? Can you handle that?” Michaela did not hide her skepticism, “You just referenced yourself, so you were able to create a Titan Body, but what do you truly understand about the Phoenix King Eagle and the Land Emperor Turtle?”

“There’s a Phoenix King Eagle right beneath the castle in my Erathia World residence. And you’re asking if I understand it?”

“Although that one has been close to you, you hardly ever truly communicated with it, right? And the Land Emperor Turtle, needless to say, I know you Titan Clan Lands have one, but you have no connection with that one, right?”

“Cough, it’s not important that I don’t understand them. I just need to know what they look like. I’m only imitating a form; a rough look is enough for now, and I can figure out the specifics later,” Muria said.

“Then it’s up to you. Since the source power is in your hands and you’re not worried about using it, I have nothing much to say,” Michaela responded.

“Who says I’m not worried? It pains me a great deal, but there’s no choice, this is a necessary early investment,” Muria confided in his wife.

Source power, the world origin’s power, is convenient for use by those who possess it as it can almost realize anything imagined by the user; if it can’t be realized, then surely it’s due to an insufficient amount of source power.

“That’s your own choice,” Michaela said expressionlessly when she saw Muria acting spoiled even though he had an advantage,

She knew if Muria’s premeditated plans succeeded, what he would gain couldn’t be measured in mere drops or drips of source power; it would be profits hundreds of times over.

“Just fiddle around on your own, I’m going to continue my training, ” Michaela said, and it’s impossible to say she was not envious of Muria’s current situation.

In Michaela’s perspective, who almost reached her peak level of existence since birth, all the mundane desires appeared quite boring and meaningless.

But as a living being, Michaela always had desires, only that what she wanted was largely incomprehensible to mortal things.

Just like the immortals described in the legends of Muria’s previous life, in the eyes of mortals, immortals do not partake of worldly sustenance. They consume dew and bask in the glow of the morning light, free from desires.

But are immortals truly free from desires? Perhaps not, as the things they seek are generally invisible to mortals and beyond their reach.

However, one thing is certain, power is a pursuit common to almost all beings. No one would refuse to become stronger, Michaela included.

Regrettably, Michaela couldn’t just go out and gather the power of the epic because she hadn’t crossed the threshold between legend and epic yet. For her, attempting to seize the power of an epic would likely lead to a backlash; she was not yet qualified. An epic, even in demise, remained an epic.

…

“What exactly is going on? Why do I feel this way? It’s simply outrageous!”

Lying on his bed, young Eric tossed and turned, increasingly fearful as he pondered, “No, this isn’t just outrageous. I’m literally courting death. How can I harbor such thoughts towards my king?”

“Ah!!!”

Lying face down in his bed, Eric buried his face in the dark duvet and let out a low, guttural roar, venting his suppressed and gloomy emotions.

The cause of his emotions dated back to ten days ago when, due to his brave fighting on the frontline, and having distinguished himself in battle, he was promoted and given a noble title.

This, to any soldier in the Blazing Sky Kingdom, was cause for joy for days and nights on end. In fact, Eric was exhilarated, especially when he learned he would be able to meet the king in the imperial capital.

As a mere low-ranking officer, he hardly ever got the chance to see the empire’s supreme ruler, but this time he was fortunate enough to be granted an audience, something considered incredibly lucky even though he was with another two hundred ninety-nine colleagues.

The night before the audience, his excitement kept him from sleeping, his spirits were high. However, once he saw the supreme commander of the empire with his own eyes, his nightmare began.

For upon seeing the majestic king, instead of feeling excited, awed, or thrilled, he felt only one emotion: a greedy desire to devour everything about him.

After suppressing this rising feeling in his heart, what followed was immense fear, for he did not understand why he felt this way.

“I actually want to devour my king? Why? How is this possible? Why do I feel this damned way?”

Eric, emotionally distraught, growled from his bed, unable to accept the strange emotions he felt towards his king, to whom he had sworn loyalty.

In the hearts of most young males in the Blazing Sky Empire, Muria was their idol. In the army, there were copious fervent worshippers of Muria, their zeal almost comparable to that of devotees to a deity.

And among the labels that defined Eric’s identity was that of a worshipper of Muria; he saw Muria as someone worth sacrificing his life for. Yet, he harbored these extremely radical thoughts.

“There is no reason, it’s merely an instinct of your body, nothing to do with you.”

At that moment, a refined and amiable voice spoke up within the basic, independent room of this low-ranking officer. A tall and robust figure, dressed in splendid attire, tore through a black spatial rift and appeared in the room.

“My lord!” Lying in bed, Eric looked up with a startled face, still showing traces of dampness on his cheeks, but he quickly reacted, scrambling down from the bed to kneel on the floor.

“I…”

“No need to say, I understand,” Muria raised his hand to stop him, his face wearing a gentle smile, “You feel like devouring me, don’t you?”

…Eric bowed his head as he knelt, silent, but his body trembled slightly, large beads of sweat dripping constantly from his skin.

Muria did not rush him, merely watching him with a smile, and under such observation, Eric could no longer bear it, his voice trembling slightly, “Yes.”

“Do not panic, nor feel guilty because when I saw you, I felt the same,” Muria continued to smile warmly, displaying the dignity and composure befitting a king.

Upon hearing Muria’s words, officer Eric trembled even more, completely unsure how to respond properly at that moment.

“However, the feeling of wanting to devour you is much weaker for me, almost negligible because your power is far too insignificant,” Muria said gently, his mood a bit complex. For he was overseeing a subordinate who harbored a power of the epic that he had yet to master. Fortunately, he had anticipated such a possibility.

“So you need to become stronger as quickly as possible, because I need your power,” Muria’s gaze fixed on the kneeling officer, placing before him his demands.