King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1122 - 1122 109 The Desolate Beast and the Divine

Chapter 1122: Chapter 109 The Desolate Beast and the Divine Machine Chapter 1122: Chapter 109 The Desolate Beast and the Divine Machine “Such a fragile World Barrier, I have seen for the first time,” Muria observed the faintly glowing barrier below, nestled in the vast, deathly silent void, and mused.

“This is a world corroded by an Evil God, it’s normal to see it like this.” Compared to Muria, the less experienced Michaela seemed more composed. However, Muria knew it was a façade, she must have been quite shocked too.

“Normal is normal, but this is also your first time seeing such a situation, isn’t it!” Muria glanced at Michaela and pointed to the World Barrier below.

Limited by the level of the world, the smallness of the barrier, which protects the Creatures within from external corruption, was not even worth discussing. What was key was the condition of this layer of barrier—it clearly indicated that this world was in a dire state.

The light emitted from this World Barrier was far less dazzling than that of a normal one, appearing somewhat dim.

Some areas even had extremely unsightly black and grey patches which exuded an aura of destruction and decay, making one feel incredibly uncomfortable upon seeing them.

“The World Barrier has become like this because of the corruption by the Evil God. Once the corruption reaches a certain level, the World Barrier will collapse, and then the countdown for the existence of this world will begin.”

“Indeed, this world has been severely corroded by the Evil God. If it weren’t for interference from the outside, its destruction would just be a matter of time.” Muria used a secret technique to listen to the world’s wails of agony, a “groaning” that a world on the verge of destruction emits as a plea for help from the outside.

Most of the time, these pleading wails are useless, but this particular world was very fortunate. Its cries had been captured by a Titan who happened to be passing by.

Unfortunately, the scale of this world was just too small to arouse the Titan’s desire to intervene. Instead, he made a note of it and passed it on to his own kind, preparing to make it a training ground for one of his juniors.

“What do you plan to do now?”

“What else can be done, since the Evil God himself isn’t here, the only option is to eradicate his minions first,” Muria said calmly, knowing this to be the only and the most effective method to lure out the Evil God himself.

“Are we still going to use the Sky Demon Secret Art?” Michaela gazed at the world below exuding a filthy aura, her brow slightly furrowed.

“This world has not yet collapsed. If we want to enter, the best way is still to use the Sky Demon Secret Art,” Muria watched the world below, for a small world like this could not tolerate the presence of beings like him and Michaela.

“But the level of danger in this world now… I’m afraid even the Erathia World doesn’t compare! This world might be crawling with minions of the Evil God.”

“That’s not a big problem either. Even if the Reincarnated Body is destroyed, we can simply reveal our true forms and detach from the world. Such a deteriorated world can no longer harm us.”

“What about entering with our true forms directly?” Michaela asked, frowning, but before Muria could answer, she shook her head and rejected the idea herself, “No, that would accelerate the demise of the world. Let’s use the Sky Demon Secret Art.”

…

From within a dim, dilapidated factory, came a woman’s exhausted yet faint voice. A group of women shuttled in and out of the birthing room, panic and expectation etched on their faces.

Throughout the factory, men clad in tattered clothes were spread out, surrounding or rather protecting the building. They all held firearms and scanned their surroundings anxiously. There was unease in their eyes, but also a faint glimmer of hope.

“I hope the child born this time will have potential, then we won’t have to wander anymore,” a young boy holding a firearm taller than himself said, while keeping watch but also frequently glancing back at the factory. The birth of every newborn signified a chance to change Destiny, as was the case when he was born. Unfortunately, he had let everyone down; he had no potential.

“Kid, don’t get your hopes up too high, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Those who can operate Divine Machine Combat are one in ten thousand,” said a scruffy middle-aged man as he walked over and patted the boy’s shoulder. He started off the same way, but after one disappointment after another, he became numb. To him, the birth of a newborn was just adding to their numbers or their burdens.

“Don’t talk such dispiriting things to the kids. We need to hold onto hope to give us the strength to survive,” an old man, distinctly different from the surrounding men, spoke up. He stood on a truck that looked beat-up but was surprisingly sturdy, gazing into the distance and monitoring the slightest movements of the wilderness.

“Hope? Heh heh,” someone murmured the word ‘hope’ and then chuckled lowly.

Wah———

At that moment, a piercing cry of a newborn rang out, quickly followed by several shouts of extreme excitement.

“The detector is reacting, the child has potential!”

“These cursed days are finally over; we can now live in the base city.”

Joy quickly spread throughout the group as they celebrated the birth of a newborn with potential, for this child signified the end of their miserable existence.

“Don’t get too happy and forget to stay alert. This isn’t the base city, Desolate Beasts could appear at any moment.”

Seeing the team somewhat excited because of the newborn’s arrival, the leader shouted loudly—it was his duty to ensure that every person in the caravan survived as long as possible in this fucked-up world.

“Got it, boss.”

…

Roar!

The monster’s roar sounded terrifying against the backdrop of the black night, yet not a single person was scared because those who heard this roar were a bunch of daredevils.

Da! Da! Da!

Several men left to cover the rear held firearms and crazily fired at the monster that relentlessly advanced towards them; a dozen metal storms strong enough to shatter steel struck the monster, only to spark upon impact.

“Damn it, this time we’re actually being attacked by a Desolate Beast of this level.”

“It’s probably because of Fenrir’s birth! That kid’s talents are destined to make him a God Eater, so these monsters are afraid.”

“Whether they’re attacking us out of fear, I don’t know, but what I do know is that my legs are shaking a bit.”

“Legs shaking? That’s no use now. Who made you so resolute to run down here and say you’d cover our retreat? The caravan’s already far away.”

“I just feel that hiding out every day isn’t a meaningful life, so I might as well die a glorious death.”

“You feel life is meaningless now because you haven’t enjoyed life in the big cities. Of course, you can’t enjoy it now, but if you could make it to the fortress city, you might get a taste of it. Then you’d find the meaning in living.”

“Heh, uncle, it’s too late to tell me all this now.”

“You two stop standing there chatting, pay attention and dodge. Try to hold this monster off as long as possible, the longer the better. The longer we hold it back, the safer our caravan will be.”

Boom—

A loud explosion rocked the area, and several dilapidated houses collapsed amidst the blast, filling the air with dust. A twisted human figure drew a parabola in the sky then crashed to the ground, blood spreading like free-flowing water.

A second roar, cruel and brutal, and tinged with a hint of triumph, followed.

“Damn, it’s that same monster from before. It’s eaten so many of us and now it’s caught up again.”

“Do these monsters never get full? What the hell are their stomachs made of?”

…

“Four more people gone, our numbers are dwindling fast. If this goes on, our group will be wiped out, everyone will die.”

“We’ve only made it halfway, and nearly twenty people are already dead. How many of us will be left by the time we reach the fortress city?”

Within a caravan hurtling through the wilderness, on a truck, several pairs of complex eyes landed on an infant cradled by a woman, who, at the moment, had his eyes firmly shut, lost in sweet slumber, seemingly oblivious to the changes around him.

“It’s all because of Fenrir. Since the birth of this child, the frequency and strength of the monster attacks have increased—all of it brought on by this child.”

“So what if he brought them?” Said a weathered old man, roused from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes at the sound of complaints, glanced at the sleeping baby, then at the complainer. “Do you dare throw him away?”

…

Silence fell upon the truck as complaints ceased abruptly upon hearing these words.

“I don’t care what any of you think right now. Even if you have a lot of grievances, keep them to yourselves. If anyone dares lay a finger on Fenrir, I’ll kill them myself.”

“Bringing Fenrir to the fortress city is worth any number of deaths. All those who survive will change their destiny because of him.”

The arguing and discussion, seemingly having disturbed the baby known as Fenrir, caused his eyelids to flutter, but ultimately, he did not open his eyes.

But this tiny movement of the baby plunged the whole truck into utter tranquility; nobody else spoke, as if afraid to disturb the baby’s sleep.