King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1145 - 1145 1132 Seems like we cant afford to

Chapter 1145: Chapter 1132: Seems like we can’t afford to provoke them, huh? Chapter 1145: Chapter 1132: Seems like we can’t afford to provoke them, huh? In the dark, cold, and desolate Void, a tiny world emitted a faint glow. Although dim, the light was exceptionally stable, even showing signs of growing stronger.

The light that radiated from the world, after traveling through the long, dark Void, reflected off the celestial domes of other worlds, appearing as an inconspicuous little star.

However, the starlight reflected in other worlds was also reflected in the eyes of a being surrounded by a sinister, twisted aura. To him, this light was far stronger than the starlight of other worlds.

Because this being was far too close to this tiny world—so close that he could reach it with just a thought, and peer into its mysteries.

Yet, the being did not do so. He merely gazed at this inconspicuous little world in the Void, silently pondering his next move.

This being was none other than the Desolate Evil God, who had wandered here from the distant reaches of the Void with his minions. He was now observing this world that should have become his food, but had been taken from him.

He could faintly sense the presence of a being of his caliber within the world, but this made him uncertain.

Because it was too weak, weak enough to seem as if the being of his equal status had merely stopped here for a moment without taking any action.

“Should I make a move to test it?” wondered the Desolate Evil God. For him, the world he had chosen as his food was full of unknowns, and he was uncertain what exactly was inside.

Perhaps it merely contained some lucky natives who had obtained an Epic Relic, who had cleansed his minions used for corruption in this world. Yet it was also possible that a being had coincidentally passed by and shamelessly stolen all his accomplishments.

But as he hesitated whether to act, a radiant light surged up from a nearby world, erupting and shooting toward his location.

It was a light, red internally and white externally, with small golden arcs sparkling at its edges. Wherever this light passed, the Void trembled, vaporizing everything it touched.

In an extremely brief moment, this rainbow of light expanded rapidly in the eyes of the Desolate Evil God. The power contained within the light posed a severe threat to him. He twisted his enormous body, narrowly avoiding the devastating light before it could strike him.

However, this movement of the Desolate Evil God was a catastrophic blow to the Minions’ Subordinate Army he brought along with him. Streams of blood burst in the dark Void and then splattered on his rugged, spiny body.

The Body of Myriad Spirits of the Epic was irresistible and indestructible to creatures beneath the Epic. Therefore, by this movement, the Desolate Evil God crushed tens of thousands of his own minions. Any minion that touched his body exploded, without exception.

But for the Minions’ Subordinate Army of the Desolate Evil God, the damage caused by their master’s avoidance was merely the first wave. As the Desolate Evil God just dodged the light’s trajectory, the flood of light grazed the edge of his body, piercing through the formation of the Evil God’s Followers.

The light vaporized all of the Evil God’s Followers it touched instantly, not even giving them a chance to cry out in pain. Of course, some followers were luckier, with only parts of their bodies touching the light.

They then released a piercing scream because the moment they touched the light, the golden Lightning Arcs surrounding the light spread to their bodies, destroying and annihilating their life force.

In just a few moments, the minions that were merely grazed by the light turned to ash under the cover of golden Lightning Arcs, drifting in the Void.

So, after the light disappeared, there was a strikingly empty gap within the formation of the Minions’ Subordinate Army that the Desolate Evil God had brought, surrounded by a ring of black and grey ashes. On these ashes, golden arcs would occasionally flicker.

Caught off guard and suddenly attacked, the Desolate Evil God did not check the casualties of his Minions’ Subordinate Army. Instead, he looked in the direction from which the attack had come because the being who launched the attack had now appeared.

In the softly glowing little world, a dazzling and bright golden light emerged and spread rapidly. Within this golden light, a figure clad in battle armor appeared, seemingly wearing a crown on his head. Behind him, a long tail coiled and large Dragon Wings stretched out…

But specific details were unclear, as the figure was incredibly vague against the backdrop of the golden light. However, the aura of Epics was unmistakably displayed.

This aura also caused the furiously raging Desolate Evil God to suppress his anger, refraining from acting impulsively, and instead maintaining the coldest disposition.

The fact that his “Food” had been taken away, and even completely dominated by another, inevitably brought about an honest fury even by the standards of the Epics.

This was just one of the incidents, and it had just happened when he arrived here to observe, only to be attacked. Although the attack didn’t harm him directly, it caused significant casualties among his Subordinate Army.

While the number of minion casualties was negligible compared to the army flood brought by the Desolate Evil God, the reason behind some of these losses was simply infuriating.

There was no doubt that the Desolate Evil God was extremely angry. Something that belonged to him had been stolen, and he had only come to assess the situation and make a decision based on his observations. But during his surveillance, the thief who stole from him encountered him and, without a word, launched an attack. This was an outright shameless bandit’s act.

Yet, despite these infuriating circumstances, the Desolate Evil God decided to talk to his opponent rather than engage in battle.

He wasn’t a mindless low-level beast. The stealing of his Food and the heavy casualties of his Subordinate Army indeed angered him, but in his view, battling a peer over these issues wasn’t worth it.

Because fighting a peer might lead to the end of his infinite life, and the benefits he could gain from the battle could be reacquired with some time. In his assessment, the profit wasn’t worth the risk.

“What being are you?” the Evil God, shrouded in Black Mist formed from the world’s annihilation, spoke first.

The voice caught Muria, who had appeared in his initial form and was targeting the Evil God with the Star Destroying Cannon created by the Mechanism Emperor Osiris, off-guard for a moment. Yet, his actions didn’t slow as he continued to power up the cannon, ready for another shot.

Muria had already witnessed the power of the Star Destroying Cannon, and the outcome of the previous hit, which hadn’t surprised him at all. It would have been unusual if it had hit the Evil God.

The Mechanism Emperor could afford to fire the Star Destroying Cannon endlessly at an ancient ruler because this elder had confined his opponent within the Eternal Sky City, over which he had complete control.

Although named a “city”, Eternal Sky City’s massive scale was hardly comparable to any city—it was a world made of metal, or rather, a world-class war fortress.

In such a place, the Mechanism Emperor could do whatever he wished to the Evil God, using him as a target for various weapon experiments.

In the vast expanse of the Void, if Muria could hit the Evil God from such a great distance, then that Evil God might as well give up and end his own life.

Although Muria anticipated the outcome of his attack, he was still taken aback by the fact that after treating the Evil God in such a way, the Evil God hadn’t retaliated but had instead chosen to communicate—an astonishing response.

If he had done such a thing to any of the Titans, there wouldn’t have been any conversational exchange between them; they would have just grabbed their weapons and gone at it.

“Titan and Son of the dragon, Muria!”

Having just fired a shot and still feeling the urge for more, Muria continued to charge the cannon while responding to the Evil God, who seemed oddly mild-mannered for his appearance.

This Evil God was somewhat different in presence from those twisted, grotesque ancient rulers he had seen; for one thing, this Evil God didn’t have those disgusting tentacles and jaws full of Fangs all over his body, making him somewhat easier on the eyes.

But he still carried the aura characteristic of those Epics who chose the path of world annihilation as their route forward—end of all things, annihilation of Creatures, sinking of earth, and wailing of the living… These were the concepts that came to mind when one saw this Evil God.

Epics, who chose to destroy worlds to harness source power and comprehend the World Laws, had a common designation: Annihilators. They were enemies of all living beings, enemies of the world.

No world would welcome them, except for their own Mother World. When these Annihilators, carrying the Curse Fog from worldwide destruction, approached a major world, they were highly likely to be attacked by that world.

Worlds old enough could breed varying numbers of Epics or Deities capable of battling an Epic—these were the forces a world could use to defend itself.

“Titan and Son of the dragon!” Merely a self-title, yet it quelled much of the rage in the heart of the Desolate Evil God because this title clearly indicated that the being before him was different. He had a supported race behind him, a being with a considerable background.

Though the Desolate Evil God wasn’t planning on clashing with Muria, it seemed Muria wasn’t about to let him go…