King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1188 - 1188 1175 Fools and Unlucky Eggs

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1175: Fools and Unlucky Eggs Chapter 1188: Chapter 1175: Fools and Unlucky Eggs The more Titan thought about it, the more terrifying it became, and his gaze upon Muria grew increasingly grave, while he also contemplated how much he would have to compensate.

Although he had not annihilated the civilization cultivated by this Dragon God, he had indeed slaughtered quite a number of humans. For a civilization not yet independent from their own world, such casualties could be considered crippling.

The more Titan thought, the more inconsistencies he stumbled upon. Logically speaking, beings willing to spend such a lengthy time cultivating a civilization and then reap its fruits should be stable in character, extremely patient.

But the Dragon God he saw was an extremely belligerent deity; a little provocation was met with a fist. Could such a deity truly have the patience to shepherd a civilization and then wait for the moment of harvest?

“Maybe it’s just an outward facade?” Titan quickly came up with a reasonable explanation, “He wants to present a strong and warlike deity image to scare away the deities attracted here, to avoid us disrupting the civilization seeds he planted?”

“What is that look in your eyes?” Muria, unaware of Titan’s transformed thoughts, found the Evil God’s gaze growing increasingly strange.

“Dragon God, I am willing to give you all of my higher-order minions as compensation for the damage I caused.”

After some contemplation, Titan cautiously broached the subject with Muria. The ultimate fruit that a cultivated civilization could bloom into was uncertain until the result materialized, and it was this unknown that lent some pleasure to the terrifyingly time-consuming plan.

And because of this, if one disrupted a deity’s plan to shepherd a civilization, how to compensate was a difficult matter to assess — nothing seemed quite appropriate.

“Higher-order minions?” Muria was surprised at the Evil God’s submission and his seemingly random offer to swindle a big compensation from him.

“I mean those creatures that look similar to you. I discovered them in a world where they were the strongest fighting race, capable of the most ferocious battle and voracious consumption, so I turned them all into my minions.”

Titan pointed to the less than a hundred cyclopean giants remaining beneath him, “You’ve seen their combat prowess, it’s quite remarkable.”

Hearing the simple introduction, Muria decisively rejected the offer. Ugly, inept at fighting, and excessively gluttonous — such waste had no use for him. So, he glared at the Evil God’s avatar with severe disapproval, “Don’t try to fool me with this trash again.”

“They are not that bad, except they eat a bit too much.”

“I do not lack minions.” Muria held his double-edged battle-axe, ready to swing it once more.

“Coordinates of a major world? That should suffice!” The avatar of the god suddenly thought of something that was basically useless to him but held great value for the being before him,

“Even if you lack the power and means to explore it now, you will eventually need it.”

“Agreed.” Muria thought for a moment and then nodded. The preciousness of major world coordinates was self-evident.

In a community of worlds, the number of major worlds was exceedingly limited. In Erathia’s community of worlds, he had only ever seen Erathia and the Boundless Heavenly Realm, two major worlds akin to twins, and no third major world.

Surely this was an abnormal situation, but Muria was not overly surprised because he knew the world where he was born, Erathia, had ascended twice.

He had his suspicions about how his Mother World achieved its ascension, so not finding a third major world in the community where the Erathia World resided was not so strange. It would be truly odd if there were one.

“Still not enough, though. Searching for major worlds and acquiring coordinates is not difficult; it’s not enough to compensate for the losses you’ve caused me.”

Muria, who pretended to have never seen a third major world besides his own, was just rambling. But it wasn’t entirely baseless either; after all, the massive pull of a major world’s gravitational and temporal fluctuations could be sensed from far away.

“I can give you ten tons of Earth Vein Essence as well, an unforeseen gain from swallowing a world.”

“Not enough, twenty tons.” Muria’s eyes brightened upon hearing about the extraordinary item capable of reshaping Earth Veins, and his interest piqued. Such essence, condensed over a billion years, had an exceedingly wide range of uses.

“No, I can’t…”

“Don’t bargain with me, give me twenty tons of Earth Vein Essence, and I will add the coordinates of that major world to forgive your offense against me.”

“Agreed, but the Earth Vein Essence is with my true form.”

“How convenient, my true form happens to be right beside your true form,” said Muria cheerfully.

…Beyond the world, the Titan who was seated cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the Evil God surrounded by the World Curse Fog, stretching out his hand, “Hand it over.”

“…” The Evil God’s multitude of eyes were fixed on the Titan who didn’t bother to leave him any dignity, actually extorting from him directly in front of the other two gods.

“What’s the matter? We had already agreed, and now you want to go back on your word?” Muria, completely unaware that he had cost an Epic figure face, looked ready to attack, seemingly prepared to make a move immediately should the Evil God fail to keep the agreement.

“Take it.” The Evil God, frustrated and somewhat helpless, threw an earth-yellow Crystal Core at Muria. She was now highly skeptical of the guesses she had made beforehand, suspecting that flaws had emerged in her calculations.

The demeanor displayed by the Dragon God was entirely inconsistent with the calculated, patient shepherd of civilizations she had hypothesized.

“Not bad.” Muria caught the Crystal Core, which was heavy enough to rival a continuous mountain range, and then stuffed it into her own world; it was an excellent item for evolving a world.

Witnessing this scene, the Mech Weapon God and the Whale God immediately emitted the Soul Sound, briefly exchanged opinions, and then separated again, maintaining their previous still postures.

“Tsk, a fine harvest.” Muria, contentedly sitting down again, concentrated most of her consciousness on the avatar that had entered her world. Unlike the other three Epics, she had sent out two avatars.

One avatar was placed in the open, while the other disguised itself as a native of the Evil Spirit World, ready to strike at the Evil God’s Subordinate Army once more.

…

“What a fool!”

Watching the Evil God’s avatar disappear into the sky with his Minions, the Titan giant standing amidst unnamed mountains let out a genuine sigh.

He had been prepared to fight a fierce battle against this avatar of the Evil God, to force him into submission and bowing down. Contemplating that the Evil God might have thought of something to concede so easily was a bit surprising to him.

“However, the human race of this world has truly suffered hefty casualties.”

After his reflection, Muria looked toward the distant human world behind him. Although the Evil God’s Followers had only rampaged for less than two days on the land of the humans, the trauma that these monsters had inflicted on human civilization was an agony that humanity would never forget in its development.

Of course, such a major blow was not without some benefits. The powerlessness and humiliation faced in the presence of monsters would drive the entire human civilization to set aside all internal struggles and conflicts and unify their strength for collective progress.

…

“The Dragon God is truly a miserable soul; his violent and belligerent nature may well be because he has suffered great losses.”

Unaware that he himself had been regarded as a fool, the Evil God’s avatar led his Minions, now diminished from skirmishes with Muria’s Legion, still speculating on the premise that Muria was a shepherd of civilization,

“Those humans must be his cultivated civilization Seeds, but he had not anticipated that his potting of civilization Seeds, which is this world, would collide and merge with another peculiar world.

“Due to the arrival of me and the other three gods, many things have spiraled out of his control. Whether his cultivated civilization will head toward destruction or grow stronger has become completely unknown, which is why he has become so irritable and impulsive. He needs battle to vent the fury in his heart.”

While the Evil God’s avatar was contemplating, the Subordinate Army he led had entered the region where the human and Evil Spirit Worlds intersected and merged. Then, he began harvesting all the Intelligent creatures he could encounter anew.

Although his purpose was to find divine items that could swiftly enhance his strength, such peculiar objects born within the intertwined collision of rules were exceedingly rare. They could not compare to the ubiquitous creatures, making the reaping of native Creatures an excellent choice.

“Soulless Spiritual Entities, and the low-level species have incomplete souls, truly uninteresting. Overall, they are not as good as the flesh and blood creatures that my servants previously slaughtered.”

Watching his Minions hunt down the wandering Spiritual Entities on the ground in an exterminating fashion, the dark avatar of the Evil God floating in the sky surveyed everything, offering his sensory evaluation.

Boom!

A bright blue Light Pillar struck from the distant horizon, like a Sword tearing through the darkness spread by the Evil God’s avatar, and directly slashing at the Evil God’s twisted and grotesque form.

“How dare you!” The avatar of the Evil God, which had just recovered from its injuries, roared furiously after being attacked again. It swung its tentacles, with over thirty eyes spinning, and then collectively fired rays to counter the blue Light Pillar.