King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1191 - 1191 1178 Dont be in such a hurry to leave

Chapter 1191: Chapter 1178: Don’t be in such a hurry to leave! Chapter 1191: Chapter 1178: Don’t be in such a hurry to leave! “What?”

Such shockingly stunning news thoroughly startled Muria. Through the bloodline palpitation just now, Muria knew something had gone wrong with Aeolus.

But he was not worried at all because he knew that his elders were watching over there. Even if there were any problems, someone would take action; he didn’t need to be concerned.

Yet now his grandmother Yarista appeared before him in a posture as if facing a formidable enemy, informing him that both his grandfathers had gone missing.

His Titan grandfather, Akmonde, ruler of the wilds, dared to charge into the Divine Kingdom and battle the Divine Beings with powerful divine force. Although not an equal opponent, this still proved his might. After all, Akmonde was very young by the measure of Epics.

As for his Dragon King grandfather Dimos, Muria was unclear about his exact strength, but he was definitely at the Pseudo-realm tier, and due to his companion, he was never short of source power.

The disappearance of these two beings while trying to find his son sounded absurd, but Muria didn’t believe his grandmother Yarista had traversed such a great distance just to make a joke with him.

“Don’t panic, their loss of contact with us might be due to some special reason and not because something happened to them,” said Yarista, trying to console the visibly shocked Muria.

“I’m not panicking, I can be sure they haven’t met with any accidents,” Muria said as he stood up. The three entities around him involuntarily stepped back a bit, creating some distance from him.

“Based on strength, it should be my son, Aeolus, who is the weakest and most at risk. But I’m certain that at this moment he faces no danger to his life.”

“That’s uncertain. Being suddenly sealed doesn’t count as a life-threatening danger,” Yarista replied, deeply worried, her anxious emotions nearly materializing.

“As long as there’s no danger to life, all problems will be resolved,” Muria reassured his grandmother, who was brimming with negative emotions to the point of overflowing.

No sooner had this grandmother advised him not to panic than she became utterly panicked herself; her current strength, which didn’t match her realm, was evidence enough.

“I know. As long as they are not in life-threatening danger, no matter what they encounter, it will be resolved.”

“Right, besides my son and my grandfathers, has anyone else gone missing?” Muria suddenly thought of a crucial question.

He was indeed a direct descendent of this Dragon King grandmother, but in terms of closeness, his mother Atris and Dragon King grandfather Dimos were far more important to him, beyond comparison.

Now that his grandmother had come to find him, and his mother wasn’t by her side, this meant that the Golden Dragon Mother had also encountered trouble. Since the Golden Dragon Mother was always with his father, her trouble implied something had happened to both of them.

“Your parents,” said Yarista.

“Is there anyone else?” asked Muria, rubbing his brow, feeling somewhat troubled.

“Your companion.”

“Michaela has also gone missing?” Muria’s expression changed.

“And Michaela’s grandfather, that Blazing Sky God. He was the first to investigate.”

“What about the Mechanism Emperor, the Abyss Lord, and the Ancient Prison Master? Aren’t they doing anything?” Muria’s expression was very grim. If parents, wife, and eldest son were all missing, it was as if the whole family had vanished. Suddenly, he was on the verge of becoming an orphan; who could stand that?

“The Shiyu Dominators of your Titan Tribe have already set out to investigate.”

“Ancestor Shiyu!” Muria’s eyes brightened, and the somewhat anxious emotion was instantly soothed, “Then, there should be no problems.”

“That’s also uncertain. The world where Aeolus reincarnated to take birth has too many issues,” Yarista sighed deeply.

“Then Grandmother, is there anything I can do?” Muria asked with a wry smile.

As a father, even though it was necessary for him to know about this and intercede, the current situation seemed beyond his ability to influence, given his level of strength.

“Wait for the investigation results from the Shiyu Dominators, then be ready to comply with any orders. When the time comes, as a father, as a husband, as a son, you must act,” Yarista instructed.

“It’s only right that I act,” Muria nodded.

“Do you still have unfinished matters at hand?” Yarista, whose mere overflowing power could turn her into a sun, turned her gaze towards the other three Epics.

“If you can’t manage, I’ll help you. You need to be ready to act at any moment.”

“Then I’ll trouble you, Grandmother.”

Muria beamed with a gentle smile, her eyes sweeping across the three Epics before her, finally resting on the Evil God enshrouded by the World Curse Fog.

With a point of his hand, Titan directed his gaze at the Evil God, whom he had always found repulsive, and said the words that sent shivers down the Evil God’s spine, “Grandmother, please assist me in slaying this god.”

“This one?” The Dragon King, emotionally unstable due to the disappearance of her husband and daughter and who had frantically used source power to strengthen her physique, looked toward the Evil God.

“Simple!” The Dragon King, whose power had multiplied several times over due to the extensive use of source power, had been longing to test her strength against a being of her level.

She had readily agreed to her grandson’s request with pleased delight, after all, killing any number of Evil Gods was never a mistake.

“Dragon God, why? I have never wronged you before, and even if we happened to clash in the world due to my bad luck, I have apologized to you and offered compensation. Why are you still targeting me?”

As the Evil God, sensing the imminent danger of death, desperately fled, he questioned Muria with a soul sound emanating deep frustration.

He felt he had never wronged this being he had never met before, and he had bowed his head in admission of his mistake after an accidental conflict, offering full compensation.

“Why?” Muria replied with a chuckle to the Evil God’s question, “Because you are an Evil God. Just that alone is reason enough for your downfall.”

“I am an Evil God. What does that have to do with you?” Through the sympathy and contact of souls, the Evil God instantly understood the meaning behind Muria’s reference to Evil Gods, which only added to his frustration.

“Although whatever you do to other worlds has nothing to do with me and doesn’t affect me in any substantial way, I detest your actions.”

“A mere Evil God isn’t worth the breath. Just kill him.” Yarista extended her Dragon Claw toward the fleeing Evil God, and the moment she made her move, endless Golden Light radiated from her, reinforcing the Void within her line of sight to prevent the Evil God from shattering it.

Even so, as the Epic fled for his life with all his might, his real body had already vanished from sight.

“Wait just a moment.” Seeing the Evil God’s hasty escape, Yarista unfolded a pair of dazzlingly splendid Dragon Wings, then with a flutter, specks of light fell and an endless tumult spread throughout the Void.

The actualized storm winds reaching Muria were blocked by the Golden Light emerging from his body, producing a clang akin to metal being struck. However, Muria hardly cared, instead looking forward with a hint of surprise.

His Grandmother, Yarista, had vanished, or at least from his perception; he could no longer sense any trace of her. But the tasseled streaks of light in the Void clearly indicated the direction she had gone.

It was this that shocked Muria even more, for his grandmother hadn’t used any flamboyant methods, just a simple flap of her wings, akin to a regular dragon’s flight, before flying beyond his sensory range.

“How strong has her body become?” Muria wondered. For an Epic, the most cost-effective and swiftest way to enhance one’s battle strength was to use source power to strengthen the Body of Myriad Spirits.

Simply enhancing the strength of one’s physique might not matter much to an Epic of the Third Tier or above, but for those still in the realms of Fusion with the Source and Pseudo-realm, the effects were quite evident.

“Ahem, Dragon God, I just remembered I have some matters to settle, so I’ll take my leave and not disturb you while you reminisce with your elder.”

Upon seeing the Evil God being pursued by a terrifyingly powerful being, the Whale God observed a moment of silence for him before unhesitatingly excusing himself to Muria.

Now was the time to leave, lest he ended up as meat on the Dragon God’s chopping block.

“I remember now, I have some matters I haven’t finished dealing with. I will take my leave first.”

Just like the Whale God, the Mechanism Emperor expressed genuine eagerness to depart. No one would entrust their destiny to the whims of a powerful being they neither understood nor could defeat.

“Hey, no need to rush off. Aren’t you going to take back your Minions and Avatars? Are you going to abandon them just like that? If you give them up, your losses won’t be small,” Muria said with a warm smile, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior as he enthusiastically urged the two Epics to stay.

“No need. My matters are urgent, and I can always reform my Avatar later. There’s no need to waste time now.”

Seeing Muria’s enthusiasm, the Whale God became even more panicked—this was the rhythm of plotting against him.

If the Evil God was already as good as gone, and if the Dragon God had any malicious intentions toward him, all it would take was a bit of procrastination until the elder returned from dispatching the Evil God, and his fate would be sealed as well.

“Mechanism Emperor, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Our earlier combat was quite enlightening for me. Stay a while and let’s exchange views,” Muria invited.

“No need!”

Fissures had already appeared in the Void around the Mechanism Emperor. He was ready to shatter the Void, create a space-time corridor, and leave directly.