King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1181 - 1181 1168 The Evil God Must Die

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1168 The Evil God Must Die Chapter 1181: Chapter 1168 The Evil God Must Die In the end, the pacifist Muria still set aside all disputes with the God of Whales, the God of Mechanical Arms, and the Hundred-Eyed Evil God, and decided to jointly develop the land of miracles born from the merging of the two worlds.

“Let us descend in our true forms,” proposed the Hundred-Eyed Evil God, who disregarded all life other than its own. “The rules of both worlds have merged and weakened too much, they can no longer stop us.”

“Absolutely not,” before Muria could speak, the God of Mechanical Arms immediately objected, the indifferent fluctuation of its soul emanating from the gradually repairing mechanical planet,

“Should four divine beings descend into the world, the slightest mishap could lead to the world’s destruction. I do not wish to be tainted with the world’s resentment. I am not like you!”

It was not about goodness or justice, but purely for its own interests that the Epic controlling the planet refused to descend in true form. If it were just that one descending alone, perhaps it would try, but with four deities gathered in such a small world, who could know what might happen.

“An avatar will suffice for our descent; even if a conflict arises because of some reason, it won’t have too much of an impact on the world.”

The God of Whales firmly opposed the true descent, its reasons not much different from those of the God of Mechanical Arms, not wanting to entangle itself with the world’s resentment and cut off its own future.

“You all have grand futures ahead of you, unlike me.”

Seeing its proposal rejected, the grotesquely shaped Evil God let out a chilling laugh. It was not surprised, as there were none of its kindred spirits here.

Those who destroy the world will be resented by the world; this was only natural. If one enjoys the pleasure that comes from devouring worlds, they must also bear the corresponding consequences.

It was like the majority of Epics, which could only emerge from the vast universe. Even more powerful Epics had to obtain resources for growth and strength from the great world; the very best resources were assuredly from the great world.

As for the Evil Gods not being welcomed by the world, this included the great world, of course. That’s not to say Evil Gods couldn’t grow stronger, it’s just that they had narrowed their own Path to Epic by choosing the path of world destruction, greatly decreasing their chance of achieving Eternity compared to other Epics. Most Epics didn’t care about this.

“Don’t look at me; I have already sent down an avatar.” When the gazes of the three Epics turned toward him, Muria spread his hands, indicating his stance.

As the Evil God began to grumble with “I knew it,” the three Epics each began to condense their own avatars.

The God of Mechanical Arms sent out a six-armed iron humanoid avatar, and the Hundred-Eyed Evil God condensed a deformed monster covered in eyes, which, unsurprisingly, seemed to share the same style as its true form.

For Epics, whose true forms represented their ultimate combat power, the avatars they deployed would not differ much in appearance; they were essentially weaker, trimmed-down versions.

It should have been so, but when Muria saw the avatar divided by the God of Whales, he couldn’t help but glance sideways and then feel an urge to grill some fish.

For the avatar split from this blue leviathan was a gigantic mermaid. There were countless half-human life forms, so Muria shouldn’t have been moved by it, but the God of Whales’ condensed avatar seemed to be targeting him no matter how he looked at it.

The partially humanoid water deity stood in the void, holding a long spear condensed from water in its hands, and its somewhat bulky, opposed to slender, tail swished through the void.

“Why are you imitating me?”

Muria looked at this Epic avatar, whose sheer power could dominate an entire sea, and then turned his eyes, somewhat perplexingly, to the God of Whales, as the other two Epics also turned their gaze in their direction.

The avatar condensed by the God of Whales, though having a large fish tail—or rather, a whale tail—for its lower half, bore a striking resemblance to Muria in its upper half, resembling a valorous giant clothed in armor.

“I am attempting to create a new race of minions. This is my first attempt.”

The God of Whales did not deny that the avatar it created was imitating Muria, because it was indeed doing so. In this regard, it had encountered difficulties.

Up to now, it had fashioned hundreds of minion races through its power, but not one satisfied it. Therefore, it sought inspiration among its peers.

“You’re merely imitating my appearance. What use is that?” Muria shook his head in resignation. This fish was copying his upper body’s appearance, a feature common among numerous humanoid creatures in the myriad worlds of the void—meaningless.

The Titan’s form and exterior might be humanoid, but inside, its bodily structure ranked at the pinnacle among humanoids, with a perfection and strength so great that Muria found it impossible to optimize further.

The Titans born initially amidst chaos may not have been perfect, merely creatures close to the power of Ancient Gods, but as the Titan bloodline has been passed down to this day, with Titan ancestors pursuing the “Path to Epic” laid by the Ancient Gods, they have optimized the Titan Tribe’s bloodline to the most perfect extent, having reached an unsurpassable height.

If Muria wanted to further elevate the bloodline of the Titan Tribe, to strengthen it further, then he would need to possess a vision and power surpassing all Epic Titans of past generations, which, for the current him, was almost impossible. Muria had never even considered this direction.

And with such a body structure, even if an Epic Titan of the same rank were to simply rely on a fleeting effort to completely replicate it, they shouldn’t even think about it, as they couldn’t grasp the essence at all.

“Appearances are also very important,” the Whale God responded, not hiding its own desire for Muria’s bloodline in the slightest, having noticed something special in Muria’s origins.

Muria remained silent, quietly observing as the three beings materialized their avatars and began to unleash their Subordinate Armies.

He watched as the massive swarms of monsters converged in the Void and then charged into the worlds below that were merging and intersecting.

As the Subordinate Armies of the Mechanical Arms God and the Whale God entered the almost invisible barriers at the melding points of the two worlds, the world’s defenses had no reaction, just like when he had first approached them.

However, when it was the Hundred-Eyed Evil God’s turn, and its membrane-like minions surged into the world, thunderbolts spontaneously erupted within the World Barrier, striking down upon its Subordinate Army, instantly slaying many of the weaker minions.

Yet, such a degree of loss meant little to the influx of the Evil God’s minions—though the Hundred-Eyed Evil God’s eyeballs visibly twitched in the Void, it eventually quieted down, because the outcome remained unchanged; it was merely that more minions had perished.

…

Above the sea shrouded in faint Grey Fog, an eerie ship enveloped in pale blue light cleaved through the mist, sailing over the tossing waves like a steady mountain of iron.

And as this ship sailed forth, more Massive Iron Ships, even larger, followed closely behind, completely dispersing the fog that had been enveloping the sea’s surface. In comparison to these ships, the vessel in the lead, navigating the path like a Ghost Ship, seemed rather dainty and delicate.

At this moment, above the vast expanse of ocean, even if one were to rise to a thousand meters into the sky, looking downward, the view would be dominated by the legion of Ghost Ships, large and small, devoid of any sign of life.

Inside the largest Ghost Flagship, resembling a landmass, emerged a being standing a hundred Meters tall, draped in a black large cape, wielding a Scepter wrapped in radiant Elements that stilled everything around it, commanding the reverence and prostration of countless Undead.

“The minions of the Whale God and the Mechanical Arms God may be spared, but those of the Evil God must die!”

Like the incarnation of death itself, its mere presence sufficed to wither all life, the being raised its head, looking up into the empty sky with a resolution that resonated in the Soul.

Although it had entered the world for the divine artifact only second to source power, what the minions of the Evil God accustomed to destroying worlds for their ascension would do upon entering the world was something that did not require any contemplation.

A quantitative change is enough to cause a qualitative change. An ordinary Mortal means little to an Evil God, but a mass Blood Sacrifice on the scale of a city could attract even Divine Beings, as could the power of the epic.

A single Mortal, or even hundreds, may not count for much, but when the numbers reach a billion, everything changes. The flesh and Souls of a billion Mortals are enough to transform a world, which means they could also amplify the power of the Evil God.

Muria, commanding the Ghost Fleet to capture Legendary Evil Spirits, operates on the same principle. Whether through quantitative or qualitative changes, once a certain threshold is reached, the power of the epic can be increased.

Massive numbers of Mortal Creatures or sufficiently powerful Extraordinary individuals can, in a sense, be considered “miracles,” and the former exist in every living world.

“My current power attributes are enough to masquerade as a native of the Evil Spirit World, although it’s a bit of a stretch, it’s still plausible,” thought the Underworld God Incarnation, whose mind was linked with Muria’s original being. “But I still need a Subordinate Army with my original power traits to cover for me as I strike at the Evil God.”

To summon another Subordinate Army without alerting the other three Epics would not be very difficult, given that the Avatar at the Legendary Peak had already descended here, while the original was Beyond the World. All that was needed was to construct a semi-permanent Space Door sufficient for the army to pass through.

“Monster that once slaughtered the World Creatures, when it’s your turn to be slaughtered, I wonder if your carcasses could help my world expand further?”

The Titan’s Avatar raised the Scepter high, connecting with the still incomplete world of its original self, as radiant light of Elements burst forth atop the dark sea.