King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1144 - 1144 1131 The Choice of the Evil God

Chapter 1144: Chapter 1131: The Choice of the Evil God Chapter 1144: Chapter 1131: The Choice of the Evil God “What is this…”

The man’s eyes widened, gazing in awe at the spectacle in the sky, a vast world gradually coming into focus from a blur. He could see its mountains, hills, rivers, and lakes, and even make out many monsters slumbering within it.

But what shocked him the most was a colossal tree supporting the heavens, rooted firmly in that world. Even from such a distance in the sky, the man could sense the immense size of the tree.

Click~

Yet another event that challenged the man’s worldview occurred. The enormous tree supporting the sky, along with the vast world it rooted in, began to descend towards the Earth below, growing clearer, as if it were truly about to appear in this world.

The man watched, his eyes wide open, as several thick roots pierced the sky before him. Dark space rifts, like black ribbons, twined around these roots, unable to inflict the slightest harm onto them.

Then these agile roots, twisting like snakes through the sky, drilled into the mountain of corpses below, formed from the remains of the Evil God’s Followers.

Visible to the naked eye, the first corpses of the Evil God’s Followers to touch the roots withered, their remaining essence devoured and drawn out by the roots.

As the roots drew the substances they needed, more roots pierced through the space from the ethereal world above, reaching down first, and drove deeply into the mountain of corpses.

Whirl~

The sound of a gentle breeze rustling through leaves filled the air, a fresh and natural fragrance spread over the battlefield littered with bodies, instantly diluting the bloody smell that shrouded it.

The man involuntarily took a deep breath and instantly felt a lightness in his body, but what followed was a sense of weakness in his legs.

For he saw that the massive tree reaching up to the heavens had already materialized in the sky. One after another, roots broke through the final space barrier, all of them landed on the mountain of corpses below, directly taking root within it.

Boom~

Blue-white thunder flickered in the sky, but not a single bolt struck the tree of the heavens, whose entirety couldn’t be seen clearly.

For with the arrival of the great tree, the rules of a world corrupted by the Evil God began to collapse, causing the skies, long covered in dark clouds, to show a glimmer of clarity.

The slightly lightened dark clouds let through just a hint of pale light, as though sunshine was about to make its return to this world.

The world sent down thunder, as if cheering joyously for the emergence of the Eternal Tree of Life. It was the jubilant cry of the world, for at this moment, it was truly saved.

Everything that Muria had done prior was merely to cleanse it of the principal culprits that had plagued it to such an extent. If Muria were to leave now, the world’s collapse and destruction were inevitable.

As thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, the man felt the Earth beneath his feet begin to tremble. Around the mountain of corpses, the ground swelled with sharp protrusions that kept rising upward, as if they aimed to form new mountain ranges.

Indeed, a chain of mountains was emerging around the corpse mountain, as if shielding the center, where the Eternal Tree of Life had taken root and was happily absorbing nutrients to grow once more.

“What on Earth is happening?” Overwhelmed by a spectacle rivalling the birth of a world, the man’s knowledge could no longer restrain the escalating weakness in his legs, and he fell to his knees.

Even as he knelt, the transformations didn’t stop. The ground soaked with blood trembled and began to collapse, but soon, black soil began to rise in its place.

In just a few moments, the blood-soaked soil of the battlefield sunk deep into the ground, countless meters below, waiting to be assimilated by the forces of the world.

The battlefield, now flat and neatly compressed, overlapped with the increasingly clear mirage of the world descending from the sky.

Mountains, hills, canyons, rivers, lakes, everything materialized, completely replacing the desolate and silent battlefield, the surrounding environment teemed with life and vitality in an instant.

“Is this the savior?” Watching the desolate land at his feet turn into green grass damp with dew, the man, now a giant, kneeling on the ground, couldn’t help but bow his head deeply, breathing in greedily the fresh plant scent wafting from the grass.

This earth-shattering event not only shocked the man, now transformed into a giant, but it also stunned the many minions under Muria’s command, who were witnessing this godly and epic power for the first time.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the world, barely surviving humans saved by Muria also saw the initial shadow of the Semi Plane and palpably felt the world’s changes after its fusion with the Semi Plane.

These humans don’t understand what Epics are, nor do they grasp the concept of Semi Planes, they only know that when those various phenomena occurred, their world seemed to have gotten a little better, even the air they breath now carried a fresh scent of plants.

Compared to the Minions and humans who were stunned, the origin of all these changes was also stunned by his own masterpiece, falling into self-admiration.

“I’ve broken through to an Epic nearly three hundred years ago, and as a child, I knew Epics were beings comparable to deities. Now, I’ve finally experienced the taste of being an Epic, the power of the Epic is indeed terrifyingly great!”

“What are you doing, Muria?” Just as Muria was indulging in self-admiration, praising himself, Michaela’s voice rang out. Her gaze towards Muria was very subtle at the moment.

“Ahem, I was just involuntarily expressing my admiration, don’t mind me.” Muria noticed Michaela’s look, coughed, touched his nose, and somewhat covered up his embarrassment.

“I’ve never seen anyone praise their own power before in my entire life.” Michaela’s lips slightly curled up in amusement, she was amused by Muria’s self-admiring attitude.

“You don’t understand my feelings right now, when you integrate a world into your own Semi Plane like I did, and feel the changes behind the rules, you will know what I’m feeling.” Muria said with a face full of emotion. Creating is harder than destroying, and likewise, creating offers a greater sense of achievement. At this moment, Muria, who had successfully merged his Semi Plane with the world, felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

The integration was the first and also the most difficult step. Once successful, everything else would come naturally. Muria felt that with just a bit more inconsequential time, he would be able to perfectly control this world.

“Hmph!” However, hearing Muria’s words, the smile on Michaela’s face disappeared in an instant, and she let out a dissatisfied snort.

“Uh,” noticing he had said something amiss, Muria quickly tried to remedy, “Mija, when the time comes, I will find a world like this for you to experience…”

“There’s no need for that, you were just lucky to encounter this situation. Encountering it a second time would be too difficult. I’ll stick to the most traditional method and ascend to a Pseudo-realm.”

“If it happens, I will certainly give it to you. Although at our level, no external thing can help us forcibly advance, no matter how you look at it, a world can still enhance our foundation and narrow the gap between us and those ancient Epics.”

“We’ll talk about it if it happens. You should start preparing to face the Evil God now.”

“That’s all about waiting now.” Muria said somewhat helplessly, “And that guy might not come at all. I’ve eradicated all of his Minions in this world, and it’s very possible that he got scared and simply won’t show up.”

Epics and Deities, these beings who have achieved eternal life in a sense, the vast majority of them tend to avoid conflict with beings of the same level as much as possible.

Races like Titan, even after ascending to Epics, still enjoy fighting with beings of the same level, are extremely rare. After all, when one already has eternal lifespan, fighting to death against another is just foolish; it’s totally unnecessary.

“Your world is essentially snatched right from the mouth of that Evil God. With such a significant loss of interest, even the most life-preserving Evil God would not easily give up.”

“That is also true.”

…

“All the Minions are dead.” Feeling the waves coming from the distant other side growing weaker and weaker, the Desolate Evil God whose world was covered by the curse of Black Mist softly muttered. With the world’s curse boosting him, his voice had the dire effect of driving mortal things mad with ease.

“My food has been stolen.” After calculating the timing of his Minions’ obliteration, the Desolate Evil God reached a conclusion.

Only a being of the same level as him could eliminate his Minions in such a short period of time. The innate resistance of the world couldn’t achieve such splendid battle results.

… The Desolate Evil God, with his Minions, lingered in the Dark Void, silently contemplating his next move. He had two choices,

The first was to act as if those dead Minions didn’t exist; the incident never happened, to turn around and leave. Probably nothing would happen subsequently.

The second was to continue moving forward, to reach the place where the stolen food was located, to see what being had taken his food, and then decide whether to engage in battle based on the strength of this enemy.

If the strength was not formidable, a battle must be fought, serving as a warning while also demonstrating his power and regaining some food. If it’s too powerful, well…

Yeah, big shot, enjoy your meal, I was just passing by, I’ll leave right now, no need to see me out.