King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1158 - 1158 1145 Im Having Such a Hard Time

Chapter 1158: Chapter 1145 I’m Having Such a Hard Time Chapter 1158: Chapter 1145 I’m Having Such a Hard Time The Hall of Transcendence, so massive in scale that it was considered one of the wonders of the Void, was vast enough that if it had a complete ecological cycle, it could serve as a homeland for an intelligent race to thrive and reproduce.

Yet, even with its vastness, when a complete world descended, it still seemed exceedingly tiny in comparison.

Well, the Hall’s teleportation points could be compared in size with the medium-sized world that was about to descend, but comparing it to the nearby world of Erathia was utterly pointless.

For, looking down from the Hall of Transcendence at Erathia, one could only see an endless barrier of the world.

“Don’t just stand there, help out!” When the fifth Epic arrived at the Hall of Transcendence, he saw, at a glance, the few beings who had arrived before him and quickly called them to action.

After all, the Hall of Transcendence was a marvel of the Void, jointly forged by their three races’ Epics. It held a piece of their effort, and should it be damaged in the process of teleporting a medium-sized world, it would not only be heartbreaking, but also a loss of face.

With this responsible Epic taking the lead, those Epics who had arrived first and had been merely spectators, also sluggishly began to assist, since it was merely a matter of lifting a hand.

The Spacetime Vortex had already formed with the support of the Hall of Transcendence and was absorbing the free energy around the Void. They just needed to help stabilize and enlarge the vortex.

When the other Epics arrived at the Hall of Transcendence due to the commotion to see what was happening, these few Epics played a very good leading role.

So, the subsequent Epics who arrived also took part consciously, helping to stabilize the Void Vortex and guide the medium-sized world that was about to cross from another world community.

Of course, this disturbance also attracted many onlookers, including a few human Epics and Epics from races outside those three, although their numbers added together were not enough to match any one of the Titan Tribe, Blazing Sky God Race, or Dragon Race.

Well, if these Epics outside those three races were to unite, they could still contend with the Dragon Race; after all, the Dragon Race’s Epics were still in a state of disunity. It’s only because they were in an alliance with the Titans and the Blazing Sky Angels that those Dragon Kings reluctantly banded together.

Without unity, any single Dragon King alone would not qualify to be on equal footing with the Titan Tribe and the Blazing Sky God Race. Strong influence stems from the power they possessed.

If their own strength wasn’t sufficient, they couldn’t be on the same level as their allies, and if they weren’t on the same level, they couldn’t expect others to kindly bring them along for the ride.

The onlookers were not just these scarcely numbered Epics outside the three races, but also a significantly larger number of Divine Beings, though most of the Deities simply focused their divine gaze here, with none of their true forms descending.

Only a small portion of the Divine Beings, feeling they had a good relationship with the three races, sent down their Divine Power Avatars to personally observe this unprecedented event.

This scene utterly frightened the Desolate Evil God, who was trapped in his Mother World, unable to advance or retreat.

In fact, the Desolate Evil God had already been scared when Dimos, along with Muria and others, began to seal and move his Mother World.

Because these fellows were confident that they could completely overpower him, they discussed everything openly without any concealment, all of which was heard loud and clear by the Desolate Evil God, who was secretly eavesdropping.

To be honest, hearing those guys casually discuss how to pack him up and take him away as if no one else existed, anyone’s mood would be extremely unpleasant and irked. But after the fury subsided, it was replaced by an extreme fear.

The Desolate Demon God was incredibly fearful because those few who talked about packing him and his Mother World to take back actually might possess the capacity to execute their wildly imaginative and insane plans.

Madmen are not frightening; what is truly terrifying are those with the capability to turn the insane ideas in their brains into reality.

The terrified Desolate Evil God tried to resist, even attempted to resist, but packing was useless. Even relying on his Mother World, he couldn’t turn the tide; four Epics were enough to suppress him completely.

Muria and others, who were ready to pack up this Evil God along with his Mother World, did not entertain the idea of having a fair duel with the Desolate Evil God; there was no need for chivalry with a world-destroying Evil God.

When they decided to act against the Evil God, they just went at it together. Thus, the Desolate Evil God could only watch in frustration as four Epics set up a temporary Magic Array outside his Mother World to prevent any disturbance from him midway.

There he was, enveloped within his Mother World, watching these four Epics of astonishing origins, outside his world, tapping into the power of the vast and unknown reaches, creating a tremendous Spacetime Vortex.

At this point, the Desolate Evil God had essentially resigned to his fate, already starting to imagine what sort of treatment he would undergo next, and had prepared himself mentally for it.

It wasn’t that he lacked courage to fight desperately; he simply had no chance to struggle. Those beings didn’t give him the opportunity to struggle desperately, planning to directly take him along with his Mother World back with them.

How domineering and arrogant, as if to say that relocating a medium-sized world was a mere trifle, completely ignoring his presence inside, utterly outrageous.

Just as the Desolate Evil God wildly speculated, calculating the tragic encounters he might face, the Void Vortex formed and connected to a distant and unknown world community. Then, everything that entered the Desolate Evil God’s view shattered his will; the Evil God was petrified.

An illusion? That was the Desolate Evil God’s first thought, for he truly did not want to admit that what he saw through this spacetime vortex was real.

If it were real, then the Desolate Evil God could imagine how dark his future would be, seeing no possibility of escaping after being imprisoned.

Or perhaps he would encounter something worse than imprisonment—being surrounded and killed, with no chance of survival. This dark, lightless future made the Desolate Evil God want to escape reality and deny the truth of what he saw.

However, no matter what method of observation the Desolate Evil God used, the results all told him that everything before him was real, not an illusion.

And his rationality also told him that what he saw must be real, not false. Because he was facing a terrifying force that could relocate his mother world from its current world community to a distant unknown world community.

Such a horrifying method, he had never seen before, nor had he ever heard of it before this.

“Why must I face these things? Who have I offended or provoked?”

Observed by nearly fifty Epics and several times more Divine Beings than that, the Desolate Evil God wailed within his own world.

Honestly, this was the first time he had witnessed such a grand scene since his birth, but he would rather he had never seen such a spectacle; he really couldn’t handle it! Who could endure this?

…

“Correct, an Evil God. I can feel it; there is an Evil God hiding in this world.”

Atop the Hall of Transcendence, an Epic Titan, eager in his gaze, stared at the world emerging within the forming Void Vortex. He felt his Exclusive Weapon inside him cheer, craving to bathe once more in the blood of an Evil God.

“So there is an Evil God inside this world; no wonder Dimos and Aludiba chose to bring this world back. They probably couldn’t break through this world.

Listening to a Titan, who had made it his mission to slaughter Evil Gods, confirm this, the other Epics nodded in understanding, no one doubting the Titan’s expertise in this area.

“But even if it’s just an Evil God, isn’t directly transporting an entire world back a bit too exaggerated? After all, it’s only one Evil God. If they couldn’t kill it, so be it, but why bring it back?”

One of the Blazing Sky Gods expressed his objection to such actions. Although he couldn’t foresee how such actions might endanger Erathia, he felt that such behavior was too reckless.

“Bringing it back to deal with slowly isn’t a big deal, it just consumes more resources; I think it’s not bad.”

At some point, the Epic Titan Akmonde appeared in the Hall of Transcendence, already donned in his heavy armor and grasping a double-edged axe, smeared with the blood of numerous Evil Gods.

Truth be told, finding Evil Gods in the Void is still challenging, and encountering one strong enough to be a match is even rarer. Sometimes they are either too strong or too weak.

But at this moment, looking at the situation, the Evil God, along with its mother world that was captured and brought back, should not be too weak, right? Akmonde wasn’t sure about this; only after fighting would he know if the Evil God was strong or weak.

Even if it was too weak, as an Evil God, letting him chop it with his axe a few times to satisfy his craving should be no problem.

Pop—

With the concerted efforts of the Epics, the medium-sized world from a distant world community arrived successfully beyond Erathia World, floating above the Hall of Transcendence.

As soon as this world arrived, Titan Lord Akmonde approached it from above. Paying no heed to Muria on his side, he reached out his hand, tore apart the temporary sealing Magic Array surrounding the entire world, and then peered down at the restless shadow within the world, his voice indifferent:

“Will you come out willingly, or should I split your world and haul you out?”

“…” The Desolate Evil God curled up silently within the world, feeling he was truly at a loss. He hadn’t really done anything too outrageous, yet he had fallen into such a dire situation.