King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1192 - 1192 1179 There is a Fish in the North Ming

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1179: There is a Fish in the North Ming Chapter 1192: Chapter 1179: There is a Fish in the North Ming “What’s not needed anymore?”

A muscular, evenly proportioned dragon claw with long, powerful fingers pierced through the Void. On this claw were scales comparable to Divine Gold, a complex aura of light dazzling as it moved across them.

After appearing, the dragon claw gently brushed against the Void cracks that pervaded the airspace around the steel planet controlled by the Mechanical War God, sealing all the cracks and even making them more robust than before.

Yet, the dragon claw did not stop there. It extended a finger, minuscule compared to the size of the steel planet, and gently poked the planet.

Boom––

Runes densely inscribed spirit steel twisted and splattered across the Void, drawing gold and red streaks, forming a radiant blossom.

This breathtaking spectacle came into being because one face of the steel planet had been punctured by the Dragon King’s finger, nearly half of this planetary-engineered extraordinary artifact shattered, fiery flames surging forth from the densely cracked metal ground.

Along with these bursting flames, a pained grunt from the Mechanical War God resounded inside the steel planet; the Dragon King’s finger had pierced through the thick metal crust, injuring him.

Seeing his steel fortress in the Void damaged to such an extent, the Mechanical War God, after an initial grunt, fell utterly silent.

He obediently stayed in place with his shattered steel planet, waiting for the verdict, as he had seen that the being who had burst his planet with a single finger was holding a massive chunk of flesh filled with blood pits in the other claw.

The familiar power and residual aura on this massive chunk of flesh clearly told the Mechanical War God who this dwindling, utterly powerless person was.

“They wanted to leave, and I wanted to keep them here,” Muria simply replied, astonished at his grandma’s unbelievable physique.

“Leave?” the Dragon King, dragging the wrecked body of an Evil God, glanced at the trembling blue giant fish, then at the silent shattered metal planet in front of her.

“Isn’t it more like fleeing? Did you have a conflict with my grandson before?” the emotionless voice of the Dragon King echoed in Epics of the Void. She might be kind and affectionate to her grandson, but not so to the Epics wandering the Void.

“No, I have never had any conflicts or battles with your grandson before,” the blue Void Beast in the Void immediately denied.

“It’s rather the person hiding inside the metal sphere in front of you who has battled with your grandson. Feel carefully; you might still sense the residue of their presence.”

In order to save its own divine essence, the Whale God did not hesitate to betray the Mechanical War God, who had no relations with it. The instinct to survive at the expense of others is universal among all beings.

“Is that so?” the Dragon King Yarista’s gaze turned cold as she looked at the huge steel planet slowly repairing itself.

“Whale God, I have no personal grudges against the Dragon God. It was merely a normal exchange through battle, and afterwards, I even provided sufficient compensation to the Dragon God,” the Mechanical War God angrily erupted, furious at how the blue giant fish had so abruptly betrayed him. How could there be such a shameless being that would so blatantly fool him?

“Muria, did you have a conflict with this person before?” the Dragon King did not bother with these two; her dazzling Dragon’s Eye turned to Muria.

“There was a minor conflict,” Muria truthfully replied; he had no reason to cover for the Mechanical War God, as they were not close.

“Since there was a conflict, that will do,” upon hearing this, Yarista was relieved. A mere Evil God in Source Realm was not satisfying enough for her—nowhere near thrilling.

She was eager to engage in more battles, to adjust to her drastically increased power. But being a Golden Dragon, even having ascended to the Epic Realm, her nature remained unchanged.

So, facing the Evil God wrapped in World Curse Fog, she could strike without hesitation; however, against other Epics, without provocation, she needed a valid reason to act.

“Did you think I would be afraid … No!!”

When he realized that he couldn’t avoid this disaster, the Mechanical War God toughened up. After all, the being before him had already defeated a god; despite the likely exhaustion from that fight, he might still have a chance to flee.

But in the very next instant, this Epic let out a mournful roar because his mount, the steel planet, exploded, for the sole reason that the Dragon King extended her claw and struck it.

The enormous steel fragments of the planet exploded, and the light produced by the explosion was so brilliantly radiant that it illuminated the surrounding airspace, temporarily enveloping everything in brightness.

As the light dimmed slightly, Muria saw a massive steel giant battling his grandmother; it was the true form of the Mechanized War God, which had never shown itself until now.

Without a doubt, this was a battle of unequal standing. The Mechanized War God’s primary reliance, the planetary-scale extraordinary fortress that had taken an immense amount of his energy to complete, could not withstand even two strikes before being shattered.

For the Mechanized War God, the destruction of his planetary fortress was a psychological blow far greater than a physical one, considering he was an epic of the mechanical kind and his greatest achievement had failed significantly in the face of a powerful enemy.

Of course, the Mechanized War God had no time to grieve now; he needed to figure out how to survive, how not to be captured, as his body was being dismantled.

“Tsk, a mechanical body! That’s rare.” When Muria saw the steel giant fighting his grandmother, he couldn’t help but exclaim, as this was a rather rare life form.

Since it was a mechanical body, its size was its greatest advantage, appearing not small even compared to his grandmother, the Mechanized War God’s true form.

But sometimes being big doesn’t help much, just like the planetary fortress the Mechanized War God just had. Despite its massive size, it was utterly destroyed by just two blows from Dragon King Yarista and turned into a long belt of steel planet debris.

To Dragon King Yarista, the enormous body of the Mechanized War God was like an oversized toy. Each of his blows, capable of destroying the ecology of a continent, fell on Dragon King Yarista’s scales and could only muster a few sparks of light.

Dragon King Yarista had used source power to strengthen her body to the utmost limit she could achieve. Her formidable defense was enough to crush an epic of fusion source level, making them feel the despair of an impenetrable defense.

“Hey, Dragon God, we’re friends, right?”

While Yarista was showing Muria how to dismantle a giant humanoid steel toy with three heads and six arms, the blue giant fish stealthily approached Muria and quietly asked him.

“Oh? I don’t recall becoming friends with you,” Muria said to the genuinely sincere-looking giant fish, observing its massive body and recalling a few unforgettable lines.

Beiming has a fish, its name is Kun, Kun is so big, one pot cannot contain… Pfft, Muria shook his head, he couldn’t always think about eating, although he had thought of putting this giant fish on the grill, but it was after all an Epic.

“Cough, you don’t have a great memory, but no worries, if you forgot, we could start over and become friends again,” the blue giant fish shamelessly said, willing to break its own lower limits for survival, even as an Epic.

“Friends? Not needed, I’m not short of friends,” Muria’s gaze moved across the god of whales’ broad back, “What I lack is a suitable mount.”

“…” The blue giant fish fell silent. Though it could break its own lower limits to survive, serving as a mount to a being of the same level was too degrading, making it hard to hold its head high before its subjects.

“Unwilling, then? Forget it,” Muria feigned regret with a sigh, then watched as his grandmother forcibly tore off one of Mechanized War God’s arms, sparks flying everywhere.

Constructed of metallic machinery for his real body, the Mechanized War God lacked the properties of the Body of Myriad Spirits typical of Epics. As long as the energy wasn’t depleted, it could constantly regenerate, but it also had its peculiarities.

As long as there were metals around, he could absorb nearby metals to repair his true form, and now, surrounded by the remnants of his own steel planet, he could theoretically regenerate indefinitely.

But in reality, he was so beaten by the Dragon King across him that he couldn’t fend for himself; his great regenerative ability merely prolonged the time of his suffering.

So, when his mechanical true form was once again torn apart by Yarista, he gave up resisting and let his steel body scatter and drift.

“You still have stamina, why not resist?” Yarista looked curiously at the floating metallic junk before her.

“How do you want to handle me? Seal me, or suppress and then kill me, merging into your world?”

“Why would I kill you?” Yarista looked curiously at the Mechanized War God, “You just had a conflict with my grandson, a lesson is enough for you.”

“Just like that?” the Mechanized War God reconstructed his three-headed, eight-armed upper body, his metallic face clearly astonished, “Incorporating my body into your world could perfect your world, even allowing you to master the Law I govern.”

“No need,” Yarista didn’t hide her disdain, she already had more source power in her hands than she could use, why would she need an Epic’s body, especially a metallic clump.

“Dragon God, I think I’m not suitable to be your mount, being friends is nice, don’t you think?” the blue giant fish, realizing that the Dragon King hadn’t killed the Mechanized War God, immediately relaxed and thought more freely, “If you don’t like it, then forget it.”