King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1189 - 1189 1176 The Entire Family Goes Missing

Chapter 1189: Chapter 1176: The Entire Family Goes Missing Chapter 1189: Chapter 1176: The Entire Family Goes Missing Boom!

Silver-blue light splashed all around as the avatar of the Evil God blocked this attack from afar. Numerous large eyes then stared into the distance, trying to discern what had dared to strike it.

“What is that?”

The avatar of the Evil God looked somewhat surprised and bewildered at the ghost fleet that almost covered the sky coming from the distance, paying particular attention to the central flagship that resembled a floating land.

The silver-blue light, like the lingering twilight of the setting sun, gradually dissipated on the flagship. The spreading waves indicated that the recent attack had been launched from this extraordinary creation.

Of course, these matters were not of concern to the Evil God. What it truly cared about was the ancient and profound aura faintly concealed within this massive undead creation.

“This aura…” The Evil God was somewhat startled. In its judgment, this hidden but unreleased power was enough to pose a threat to its avatar.

“What are you, twisted creature?” At that moment, a grand consciousness spread from within the ghost fleet, questioning the dark and deadly avatar of the Evil God.

“I am a Sky God, ignorant creature. What are you?” The Evil God with a hundred eyes looked at the massive and vast aura of death emanating from the opponent’s flagship, puzzled. Based solely on the aura and power attributes, it could determine that this had no connection with the other three Sky Gods.

Nevertheless, that made it even more astonishing because the power this being possessed was infinitely close to the divine realm of a Sky God. It was indeed incredible that such a being could exist within a medium-sized world.

“I am the Underworld God Moises,” said Muria’s avatar, who was essentially constructed around the Laws of Death, casually making up a name — this was of no real consequence.

“You are now in my domain. You have invaded my territory, compensate me for all damages caused, then get out of this region!”

“Compensation? Hah-hah-hah!” The hundred-eyed Evil God laughed coldly. It hadn’t been long, yet here was another encounter, but this time, he had no intention of yielding.

Bowing to that Dragon God before was one thing; he genuinely couldn’t defeat that being. But the one before him was merely a native of a medium-sized world with decent talent. With equal realms and equal power, he could absolutely suppress it.

“Unwilling, are you? Then perish right here!” Muria, who had no intention of reconciling, simply wanted an opportunity to start a battle, immediately ordered an attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Following Muria’s philosophy of “caliber is justice, range is truth,” the repeatedly modified ghost fleet opened fire simultaneously.

The Death Gas Cannon, filled with lethal power against both flesh-and-blood life forms and spiritual creatures’ souls, instantly obscured everything in front of the hundred-eyed avatar of the Evil God.

“How dare you!”

Seeing the native brazenly launching an attack on him and his minions, the Evil God uttered an angry cry. The soul-damaging waves spread, but all the ghost fleet, joined together by mysterious means, were immune to this attack.

The fate of the Evil God’s minions was quite tragic in comparison. Against the typhoon-like attack launched by the ghost fleet, the avatar of the Evil God could ignore it and even had spare energy to protect its minions.

However, its power was not sufficient to protect all its minions, and those who couldn’t be protected by their sovereign’s avatar, particularly the weaker ones, appeared very miserable.

Whiz, whiz, bang!

A giant Eye Monster with seven eyes flew through the air. Its large but non-agile body seemed so small and pitiable when facing attacks that filled every part of the sky.

Any attempt to dodge was pointless; its only option was to gather its power, shoot destructive rays from its eyes, and use offense as defense to prevent being hit by the pervasive Death Gas Cannons.

Even with its unique physical structure and considerable stored power, it couldn’t sustain against a fleet. Soon, the defenses it formed through its attacks started to fail.

A gray light pillar hit the giant Eye Monster, and from the point of impact, the flesh of the Eye Monster began to wither and lose all vitality.

“Howl!”

The minion of the Evil God screamed in agony. The most terrifying aspect of this attack was not the damage to the body but the damage to the soul—the kind of damage that willpower cannot endure.

After that strike, the huge Eye Monster could no longer defend itself. More Death Gas Cannons struck its body, dissolving the tremendous life force possessed by the Evil God’s minion.

Before its body turned into a withered corpse, the brilliance in its eyes had already vanished. The instant-kill attacks by Death that defied all reason were diverse, but their core was always to shatter and destroy the soul.

Similar tragic deaths of Eye Monster minions were commonplace across the land. There were no explosions, no flames—attacks from the ghost fleet seemed rather silent. Yet in this silence, one after another, the minions of the Evil God had their life force erased and their souls shattered.

The Evil God watched all this indifferently, appearing utterly aloof. The death of its minions was utterly trivial in its heart. It focused its attention on the commander of the vast fleet.

Being able to approach the realm of the gods in such a world already proved his talent and genius, he was incomparably perfect in all aspects and possessed the qualifications to become a god. In a larger world, such an entity had a high probability of becoming a god.

“Ignorant being, I acknowledge your abilities. Staying in such a cramped world wastes your talent. I give you an opportunity, submit to me, follow me, and I will show you a broader world, a higher level.”

Muria’s Underworld God Incarnation commanded the Ghost Fleet to attack the Evil God’s Followers. When he heard this voice booming in heaven and earth, he nearly couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

“I didn’t expect to encounter an Evil God who cherishes talent, not bad vision. But pity, I am not some native.”

Clothed in black armor and wearing a large cape, the Underworld God Incarnation gripped his Scepter. “Increase the intensity! Kill them all.”

“It seems that words alone can’t persuade you, we’ll have to take action then!”

Seeing the increasingly ferocious attacks, the Evil God Incarnation, with the remnants of his Followers, launched an attack against the Ghost Fleet, a dense black mass rolling towards the glowing blue sky, intending to turn everything to black.

Seeing the darkness that wanted to engulf him, Muria’s Underworld God Incarnation stepped out from the flagship, raised The Wand of the End Times in his hand, and triggered a forbidden Magic he had long devised.

“Doomsday Judgment!”

…

“Hmm?”

Controlling the Underworld God Incarnation in the world, Muria suddenly opened his eyes, feeling an inexplicable palpitation coming from his bloodline.

In his vision, light and shadow swirled, and then, a black-haired Giant Ape appeared, roaring loudly, wreaking havoc in the city. Around it were various sized humanoid Intelligent Creatures, attacking the Giant Ape in various ways.

Meanwhile, around the city, pedestrians were everywhere in panic, screaming incessantly, but from Muria’s perspective shifted from the Giant Ape to a shivering little boy hiding in a store by the street.

In the next instant, the light and shadow disappeared, and the information transmitted by the bloodline’s pulsation ended there. Muria’s Dazzling Golden Eye returned to its original color.

“Aeolus!”

The Hybrid Epic Titan murmured softly – he had sensed the source of the bloodline’s pulsation, but understanding the reason had left him puzzled, as the last thing he saw was a shivering child, which was abnormal.

He had personally controlled the first half of Aeolus’s life, knowing his son’s personality inside and out. He knew exactly how his son would behave in a crisis – even powerless, Aeolus could not be so cowardly.

“It seems there’s a problem,” Muria sighed softly, calculating the time. Aeolus should be about to break through to the Epic level, meaning it was time to use the Sky Demon Secret Art, completing the initial accumulation.

The Titan Tribe, Blazing Sky God Race, and Dragon Race had all meticulously selected reincarnation worlds for their descendants, where, unless utterly foolish, essentially everyone could find a way to access source power. This was the elders’ final gift to their descendants.

But it was not foolproof – every reincarnation was a trial, and naturally, trials came with crises, which could be fatal for those who had just completed their reincarnation.

“I have sensed it through my bloodline; they should know about Aeolus’s situation, too. It doesn’t require my worry; I just need to take care of my own matters,” he thought.

Though somewhat anxious and curious about what his eldest son had encountered, Muria had no thought of rushing back – there was no need. The elders would handle it; it was not his turn.

…

“Ah, another one lost contact. Should we inform Muria?”

“Why inform him? What’s the use other than to make him worry?”

“At first, it was thought to be a minor problem, but who would have expected it to become this severe?”

“Indeed, no one thought it would become this severe. First, it was Muria’s eldest son that lost contact, followed by his wife, and then the couple Ansol and Atris. Now it’s Aludiba’s turn.”

“The problems in that world are anything but minor!”

“I heard that Muria’s two grandfathers, the Wild Lord Akmonde and the Golden Dragon King Dimos, have already set out together, intending to bring back all their descendants.”

“If they also fail, those ancient beings will have to intervene and investigate themselves.”

“Some beings have already intervened; after all, too many clan members have disappeared.”