King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1154 - 1154 1141 Can Fighting with a Titan Be Called

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1141: Can Fighting with a Titan Be Called Getting Beaten Up? Chapter 1154: Chapter 1141: Can Fighting with a Titan Be Called Getting Beaten Up? While fighting Muria, the Spine of Evil God had been pondering, because he felt that such developments were simply too illogical.

Clearly, their enemy was a consistent one, the Desolate Demon God who hid within his own Mother World and dared not show himself, yet these two beings had directly and adamantly rejected his proposal to join forces.

Subsequently, one of them started fighting with him without listening to any reason. It made no sense at all. Why launch an unprovoked attack on me? What could be gained from battling me? There’s no benefit!

This was the Spine of Evil God’s doubt. Could it be that this guy was confident he could kill him during this battle? If Muria had such confidence, then he had nothing to say.

But upon truly engaging, he realized Muria’s strength wasn’t enough to kill him outright, so then, there was absolutely no logic in it.

Every cause has an effect, and behind every seemingly unusual event, there must be deeper reasons. All illogicality is logically explained; it’s just that those things that seem illogical only appear so because of insufficient information.

Thus, in the midst of the battle with Muria, he pondered and repeatedly called out, attempting to engage in conversation with Muria and end what he saw as this pointless fight.

But it was futile. He then carefully noticed that Muria’s combat power was climbing with the passage of battle time. Although this increase was small, as an Epic, he perceived this subtle improvement.

Moreover, this enhancement, in his observation, seemed to be permanent, not a temporary power boost. This realization made the Spine of Evil God understand why this entity didn’t cooperate with him, but instead chose to battle.

After understanding the reason, the Spine of Evil God did not feel relieved, but instead harbored a greater confusion. Through the battle with Muria, he could confirm that Muria was indeed the one who had grievously wounded the Desolate Evil God. He had grown familiar with that force.

But, that too was illogical. The Spine of Evil God admitted that Muria was powerful and a formidable adversary, yet not to the extent that the Desolate Evil God would be driven to flee in disarray.

So, what caused an Evil God to fall to such a state, so seriously injured without a single minion to assist, and even after encountering another Evil God, chose to flee back to his Mother World like the most incapable of cowards?

After multiple layers of thought, the Spine of Evil God was startled; he had a very bad hunch. As a result, he instantly launched a highly exhausting attack, briefly repelling Muria to create a gap for himself, and turned to flee, leaving his minions behind.

If his guess was correct, then minions, mere entities that could be reared again over time, were dispensable; at most he would lose some resources.

As it turned out, his guess was bang on. Just as he had left the battlefield, the Void in front of him cracked open, and from it burst a searing Golden Dragon Flame breath, whirling through the chasm in the Void and piercing his core.

Hisss～

The Spine of Evil God let out a painful, horrific scream. The strange sound of the Evil God’s anguish echoed in the Void, mixed with extreme agony. That attack was excruciatingly painful.

But the Dragon Flame breath was only the beginning. Scarcely had the flame ceased, when from the tear in the Void opened by claws, a crimson Sword Qi flew out, immeasurably more potent than the sword light Michaela had struck previously.

The magnificent Sword Qi, while radiating endless sharp edges, also carried a weight that seemed to crush the entire Void.

Whoosh!

The Sword Qi, formed from the Blazing God Flame, cleanly severed the Spine of Evil God’s true body. The purifying Blazing God Flame flared within the Evil God’s physique, burning fiercely and causing his screams to grow louder.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The scene before him halted Muria’s pursuing steps. Witnessing the Evil God practically crippled by just two attacks, his expression revealed not a hint of joy but rather turned unsightly.

Who launched those two attacks was obvious to Muria, as he was all too familiar with it. However, it was this familiarity that caused Muria’s face to darken.

For, in his plan, this war that was his to fight had no need for his elders to take to the stage.

“Muria, won’t you deliver the final blow?”

Under Muria’s gaze, filled with complex emotions, a golden Dragon Head emerged from the crack in the Void ahead of the Spine of Evil God. The Five Colored Dragon, wearing horns like a crown, kindly looked at him, posing the question.

“There’s no need.”

Watching the Desolate Evil God wailing miserably as it was burned by both the Blazing Sky God Flame and the flames of a Dragon King level, Muria shook his head and declined the proposal. After all, this wasn’t a game, and he wasn’t one to steal the spotlight with a final blow.

“Grandfather, can you tell me why you have appeared here? Are you concerned for my safety, or are you worried that I cannot defeat my opponent and are prepared to help me?”

Seeing this elder in the boundless Void, Muria’s mood was far from pleased. The Void was so vast and endless that, without specific coordinates, it was extremely difficult for two Epics of the same world community to encounter each other, let alone those from different world communities.

Dimos’s sudden appearance meant that he had been monitoring Muria’s whereabouts ever since he left the world of Erathia and was constantly watching over him.

This showed that Dimos, the Dragon King and grandfather, was always worried about him. Muria couldn’t really complain about the concern of an elder, nor could he be angry about its source. However, such behavior also signified the elder’s lack of confidence in his abilities, which was quite irritating.

If Dimos had faith in his strength, then he shouldn’t be here right now.

“Hahaha, you’ve misunderstood.” Seeing Muria’s undisguised expression, Dimos, the Dragon King who had lived for thousands of years, knew all too well what was on his mind,

“I didn’t come here specifically for you. I just came to help because Aludiba’s reward was simply too generous.”

“Dimos, I’ve never forgotten promising you any reward before I set out.”

But no sooner had the golden Dragon King finished speaking than the Blazing Sky Gods appeared, bearing twelve wings, holy and majestic, bluntly exposing his lie with no intention of smoothing things over.

After all, smoothing things over for a Dragon King could have serious consequences, and he certainly did not want to be blackmailed into giving something for nothing by this Dragon King later on.

Yeah, dragons are always insatiably greedy—that is the basic common knowledge of all creatures in the world of Erathia. He wouldn’t give any Dragon King an excuse, even if it were a Metallic Dragon King.

In the eyes of Blazing Sky God Arudiba, all Dragon Kings of the Dragon Race were the same. The only difference between the Five-Colored Dragons and the Metallic Dragons was that one acted shamelessly, doing whatever it took to profit while the other still cared a bit about face and would find reasons to justify their actions.

“Who says there wasn’t any?” Seeing that Arudiba was in no mood to compromise, Dimos instantly became flustered. He had played the role of a stoic grandfather in front of Muria, and now, if he couldn’t provide a good explanation, his dragon persona would crumble.

“Arudiba, tell me, didn’t you run to the Titan Clan Lands to block Akmonde with the intention of getting beaten up, shortly after my grandson and your granddaughter set out?”

“Dimos, what are you babbling about? Beaten up, you say?” Hearing Dimos describe his brave act of facing the Titan Clan Lands alone in such terms, Arudiba immediately protested.

How impolite (=_=). Can you not speak properly? If you can’t speak, then please keep quiet, alright? What does ‘get beaten up’ mean?

He had heroically broken into the Titan Clan Lands and then used force to compel an Epic Titan to reveal the information he needed. It was just that, during the battle, he found his opponent a bit too strong and was overpowered, that’s all.

When Arudiba noticed his granddaughter approaching and listening to the exchange between him and Dimos with an emotionless face, he became even more agitated.

“I clearly forced him with my strength…”

“Ah, yes, right, exactly, you used force.” Dimos nodded his huge Dragon Head with a mocking glint in his eyes, “Forcing yourself to get a mere world coordinate, you were beaten so badly you lost half a wing, and you bled profusely.”

“That’s normal battle damage. Isn’t it normal to get injured in a fight with a Titan? How come when you tell it, the story changes completely?”

Blazing Sky God Arudiba realized that the Dragon King seemed intent on destroying his heroic image in front of his granddaughter, with a very malicious heart, and that made him even angrier.

“Is that so? Since you claim to have used force to get what you wanted, then tell us, what harm did you cause them in return for being beaten to a cripple?”

“…you.” Arudiba gripped his Battle Sword, feeling a surge of impulse to cross swords with the Dragon King in front of him. How could he admit it—he had been beaten to a cripple, while at most he had snipped the other’s long hair into a short cut. How could he utter such a humiliating battle record?

“Don’t get worked up with me, I’m just telling it as it is,” Dimos said cheerfully.

“Ha, I wonder who it was that shamelessly begged me to take him along after I obtained the coordinates from the Titan,” Arudiba said with a sudden sneer, his anger turning into a cold smile.

“What nonsense are you spouting? I begged you?” Dimos burst out in anger.