King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1131 - 1131 1118 Forced Conversion

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1118: Forced Conversion Chapter 1131: Chapter 1118: Forced Conversion “Ugh!”

Spoken with an extremely arrogant tone, Auston’s words plunged the meeting room once again into a silence so deep one could have heard a pin drop. These humans truly didn’t know how to react at this moment.

The two beings before them, one they had watched transform from a massive beast, large as a mountain, into a red-haired youth, and the other, the youthful-looking Fenrir, though they hadn’t seen his non-human aspects, his command over such a vast number of giant beasts had already confirmed his extraordinariness and non-human identity.

The human high command of the base city acknowledged that these two non-human entities capable of transforming into human forms were very powerful. But to die from merely knowing a name or to transform into an unknown form of monster, wasn’t that a bit too far-fetched?

Utilizing the flesh of Evil God’s Followers to barely touch the domain of the extraordinary, humans simply couldn’t understand what Epics represented. The words uttered by Auston sounded to them as if they were meant to scare them.

Because they had never seen such things, humans always harbor skepticism towards the unknown. Only when someone foolishly attempts and dies trying will they believe that, oh, it turns out all that was said is true.

“Looking at your faces, it seems you don’t believe what I said, but that doesn’t matter. We don’t need your belief, you only need to obediently execute Prince Mureya’s commands. Whatever he wants you to do, you do.”

“Alright, Auston, step back.”

With a wave of his hand, Prince Mureya instantly made the arrogantly faced Auston withdraw his expression and return to his original obedient demeanor.

“This minion of mine, due to the race of his birth, has certain flaws in his character, for which I ask for your understanding. However, what he said was more or less what I meant to express. Next, I will make some changes to your world and will need your cooperation,” Prince Mureya said.

“Then, Your Excellency, what do you need us to cooperate with you on?” Hearing Prince Mureya’s words, these human high command immediately realized the main topic of their discussion had come. “How do you intend to change the world?”

“First step, modify the Divine Machines.”

“This… Is there something wrong with our Divine Machines?” A dozen human high commands looked at each other in dismay.

“Your technology for manufacturing Divine Machines is relatively mature, that’s not a problem. But there is a problem with the core materials you are using in your Divine Machines, and it’s not a small one. This must change.”

“Could you please specify the problem with the core materials of the Divine Machines?” A base high command dressed as a researcher, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, equally hopeful, asked.

“The third form of the Divine Machine, also known as the taboo ‘Devouring Form’, should not be called a taboo. The Devouring Form should be used as a standard mode of battle, yet it remains only in theory for you.”

“Indeed it is so, do you have a way to solve this?”

“You use the active flesh of the Evil God’s Followers as the core of the Divine Machines, correct? I’ve seen it myself. You have processed this flesh in a special way to control it, but this control is just superficial.”

“Yes, in actuality, with the technology available to us humans, we can’t fully control this terribly active flesh. Otherwise, we wouldn’t classify the Devouring Form as taboo.”

“Changing the core materials is the solution. Previously, you had no choice but to use the flesh of the Evil God’s Followers, but now you have a new option.”

“Do you mean that we can use the flesh of your minions to create brand-new Divine Machines?” the researcher-looking high command of the base became excited, his gaze burning as he looked at Auston standing behind Prince Mureya.

He had already seen the colossal size of this being’s minions. Beings with such massive bodies certainly have equally strong vitality in their flesh; otherwise, they simply could not support such immense physique.

“You mite, if you dare to look at me with that gaze again, I’ll kill you right now, believe it or not?” Auston, feeling the researcher’s gaze filled with malice, immediately sensed the ill intent within it.

He had been eavesdropping nearby and had roughly understood some things. The humans of this world, to resist the Evil God’s Followers, had used the flesh of the Evil God to create special weapons. However, these weapons harbored great risks, hence the need to change the core materials.

But from Prince Mureya’s discussion with them, it seemed that they were preparing to have the summoned dragons, like himself, carve flesh from their bodies. He didn’t care about the other dragons, but he was definitely unwilling himself.

Although he was now an Ancient Red Dragon, possessing a regenerative ability beyond mortal comprehension, he absolutely did not wish to bear the pain of being carved for flesh, nor would he accept the humiliation of having his flesh used to make weapons.

“Your Excellency, what do you think?” The researcher, feeling his body as if it were about to burst into flames from just one glance by Auston, averted Auston’s gaze and turned pleading eyes towards Prince Mureya.

“That’s simple, I’ll just transform some of the Evil God’s Followers into minions for you,” replied Prince Mureya, making the human high command look astonished, he then turned to Auston with an order,

“Go capture a few of the Evil God’s Followers and bring them back alive. Their strength doesn’t matter, but the bigger, the better.”

“Understood.” Following Prince Mureya’s command, Auston stepped into the fragile space that was torn open by his hand in front of the dumbfounded gazes of the human high command.

“Your Excellency, did you mean that you can transform those Desolate Beasts into your minions?”

“We can transform it by force.”

“This… can we observe from the side?”

“Yes.”

…

A desolate beast with a body length of over ten meters, most of its body covered with a grey-white exoskeleton, was crawling on the ground, shivering violently, with several pairs of broad antlers on its head, and a thick mane of white hair hanging around its neck.

This should have been a supremely majestic lordly desolate beast, but its current state was abject; it was being spectacle by a group of ancient dragons.

“With such a small body, will Prince Mureya be satisfied if we take it back?” A blue ancient dragon glanced at the desolate beast that wished it could burrow into the earth, asking its companion nearby.

“But there are no more powerful desolate beasts nearby, so let’s just catch this one and make do for now.” Upon hearing the question, the black ancient dragon lifted its claws and scratched its thick, black-scaled neck, causing sparks to fall like a fountain.

“Is that really okay?”

“We’ve been out for a while now, this one’s passable. You take it back first, and I’ll go further out with the other dragons to see if we can find a bigger one.”

“Alright then!”

…

“This is Sky Father!” An excited and trembling voice rang out in front of a large restraining device, a human with an air of superiority looked at the huge desolate beast imprisoned inside and flushed with excitement.

If it weren’t for the presence of others around, this human looked like he might have danced to express his feelings at the moment.

“Your Excellency, your minions actually captured the Sky Father, it’s unbelievable.”

Regaining his composure, the high-ranking human turned around, looking at Mureya who stood behind him observing the desolate beast brought in, with emotions nearly written all over his face.

“This desolate beast, if my memory serves me right, I recall from the records that it has followed the Beast Tide, breaking through the base’s first layer of defense three times in a row, and the number of Divine Machine Users it has killed is close to three figures.”

Mureya looked at the desolate beast and quickly recalled the relevant records; he had seen all the written records and knowledge within this base.

“Sky Father, this one? The garbage that doesn’t even dare to attack us has such an impressive title?” The blue ancient dragon who personally captured the desolate beast with the title of Sky Father immediately spoke with disdain, “You humans are really too weak, you can’t even compare to mine.”

“Enough, there’s no point in comparing the two sides,” Mureya gestured with a wave of his hand, halting the reckless blue dragon from continuing and slightly alleviating the embarrassment of the human elites.

Immediately afterward, he no longer paid attention to either side and slowly paced to the top of the desolate beast, restricted by a specially made alloy, then looked down.

The desolate beast known as Sky Father also slowly raised its head, meeting Mureya’s gaze with a pair of eyes that seemed to have seen much, as if time had frozen in the instant of their eye contact.

Mureya’s eyes looking into Sky Father’s started to be overtaken by gold, becoming radiant and dazzling. Sensing a strong crisis, the desolate beast subconsciously tried to turn its head away, but it was already too late.

Upon seeing the Dazzling Golden Eyes manifesting in Mureya’s gaze, Sky Father’s consciousness became muddled, as if in a trance. It envisioned an imposing entity standing amid the Dark Void, shining as radiant as the sun, surrounded by Thunder…

And then there was no ‘then’. Sky Father lost all sensation in its body, consciousness gradually sinking, and eventually collapsed. The information it had come into contact with in that split second was too overwhelming, far exceeding its limits of endurance.

“This…”

Meanwhile, the observing human elites and soldiers saw a different scene. They merely saw Mureya, diminutive in stature, approach atop the restraining device, making eye contact with Sky Father.

Then, the beast that had once wrought havoc upon them with unfathomable brutality started to howl madly, as if it had seen something unimaginable, struggling fiercely in madness.

The restraining device began to deform under its thrashing, and the beast’s body suffered substantial injuries, with its bony scaled armor cracking and blood gushing out.

But in just two or three breaths, the monster stopped moving and ceased its wails, its limbs hanging limply and lifelessly as if it were dead.