King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1193 - 1193 1180 Arrival of the Shiyu Dominator

Chapter 1193: Chapter 1180: Arrival of the Shiyu Dominator Chapter 1193: Chapter 1180: Arrival of the Shiyu Dominator “Heh heh!”

Muria looked at the opportunistic God of Whales with a cold smirk. This blue giant fish, upon seeing that his grandmother had not killed the Mechanized War God, immediately stopped hesitating.

Originally, it had been pondering whether to break its limits once again to save its life, but now there was no need. If the Mechanized War God couldn’t be killed, then this well-behaved, wholehearted, and trouble-avoiding fish surely wouldn’t have any issues either.

“Grandmother, there’s another one here,” Muria called out, watching his Dragon King grandmother who seemed still unsatisfied.

“Your Excellency, I didn’t cause any trouble with your grandson, I haven’t had any conflict with him,” the blue fish quickly declared to Yarista.

“What grievances do you have with you?” Yarista, carrying the remnants of the Evil God in her hands, flew towards Muria, pushing aside metallic fragments as massive as mountains along her path.

“Why are you looking at me with that expression? Do you think you have no grievances with me?” Muria said with a playful smile, looking at the blue fish.

“What grievances could I possibly have with you?” The blue fish felt uneasy; it clearly remembered never having any conflict with Muria, yet this fellow, relying on possessing a powerful elder, still wanted to harm it.

“You sent your own avatars and minions to the world below.” Muria pointed towards the slowly intermingling worlds below, the battle among the Epics unaffected by this spectacle in the Void.

“That counts?” The God of Whales stared at Muria, dumbfounded, realizing that this guy had already considered the Land of Miracles as his own, any encroachment being tantamount to offending him.

“Of course, it counts.” Muria said, his face the picture of self-evidence, his dragon nature’s greed sometimes making him oblivious to the concept of sharing, let alone with these Epics who had never met before.

“Is it just that?” Yarista glanced around and knew what had transpired here.

“Yes, it’s just that,” the blue fish shook its body, now feeling very nervous.

Although, as things stood, it wouldn’t end up as miserable as the Evil God held in the Dragon King’s claws, its fate could be as dire as that of the Mechanized War God!

“If that’s all, there’s no need for punishment, just provide compensation that satisfies my grandson.”

“Become my mount,” Muria said without hesitation as the blue fish turned its gaze towards him.

“That demand is too excessive; there should at least be a time limit!” the God of Whales lamented, seeing the resolute Muria who always wanted to ride it.

“A time limit, huh!” Muria seemed to hesitate for a moment, then gave a number that shouldn’t be considered too long for an Epic, “How about ten thousand years?”

“Ten thousand years?” The God of Whales widened its deep blue eyes, clearly dissatisfied, “Isn’t that too long?”

“What is ten thousand years? You are a god after all; time has no meaning for you. ”

“I haven’t even lived for ten thousand years since my birth, and now you just ask me to serve as your mount for ten thousand years; that’s too excessive!”

“Eh? You haven’t even lived for ten thousand years?” Hearing the God of Whales’ response, Yarista showed a look of surprise.

“Is there a problem?” the blue fish shrank its body.

“Do you have others as powerful as yourself?” Muria exchanged glances with his grandmother, who also seemed surprised by the large fish.

“No.” Seeing the two godly figures becoming serious, the blue fish suddenly felt nervous.

“Then, how powerful are your parents?” Muria continued to inquire eagerly.

“My parents’ power? What are you trying to do?” The God of Whales showed a wary expression.

“We don’t want to do anything. Just asking,” Muria replied.

“Their power is very weak, very ordinary, not worth your attention.”

“Does this mean your starting point wasn’t high?” Muria’s interest heightened- without a racial inheritance, relying solely on oneself to achieve Epic status required what kind of talent, how much effort, or rather, how terrifyingly good luck.

“Starting point? It was okay, I guess. I was stronger than most creatures around me when I was born.”

“Just that? When you were first born, were there possibly any creatures around that could threaten your life?”

“Yes, many. That time was the most difficult period of my life, but things got better after that.”

As Muria continued to probe, the blue fish started to recall the hardships of its youth, unaware that this only made Muria even more determined to have it as his mount.

One must know, without a substantial background or the support of a powerful force, even a creature of exceptional talent would endure unimaginable hardships to become an Epic.

For instance, the legendary Lich Barbossa, who left the deepest impression on Muria, had prepared for ten thousand years to become an Epic being. Yet even with all that preparation, he was still hesitant to take the final step, lingering at the legendary rank.

The significance of this big fish’s existence became even more astonishing by comparison, journeying to its current realm all on its own, without any support.

“So, seeing as your childhood was quite miserable, how about you serve as my mount for five thousand years if I cut the time in half?”

Muria looked at the Whale God, who wanted to bargain with him, and shook one finger, “This is my final act of mercy. Don’t negotiate with me any further. Five thousand years is already a very short time for you.”

“Who says that’s short? Five thousand years is a long time, okay?” the Whale God protested with an indignant expression, then sizing up Muria, a skeptical look in its eyes,

“You, my friend, might casually mention ten thousand or five thousand years, but you haven’t lived for five thousand years yourself, right!”

“How long I live has no direct connection to how long you serve as my mount; don’t mix up these unrelated matters.”

“Okay, Muria, don’t be too aggressive. Five thousand years is too long, make it one thousand years!”

“Fine,” Muria sighed as if regretful, “Then one thousand years it is. It’s less, but it’ll do.”

“Don’t be dissatisfied; a thousand years is enough.”

“Are you going to discuss this without asking for my opinion?” Seeing the two discussing and disregarding it, the blue fish was somewhat baffled.

“What else do you have to say? The time is already this short, fat fish; I’m warning you not to overstep.”

“What do you have to say?” Yarista’s gaze was also looking very “kindly” at the Whale God at this moment.

“No, no objections.” Seeing the gaze of this elderly Dragon God, the big-hearted fish very sensibly indicated that it had no more objections.

“That’s good, it seems we have reached a unanimous agreement on this issue. No need for further discussion.”

The kind Dragon King Yarista confirmed that the Whale God would be her grandson’s mount for a set time.

“Good boy!” Muria laughed triumphantly and then without hesitation stepped forward. In the next instant, he was already seated on the vast back of the Whale God. Sitting cross-legged, he became the Titan riding the fish.

“Quite fitting.” Seeing her grandson transformed into a whale knight, Yarista nodded her head, then with a flick of her claw, tossed the half-dead remains of the Evil God to Muria, “You deal with this thing!”

“Grandmother, this is your spoils of battle; I just…,” Muria, holding the Evil God remains resembling rotten flesh, looked somewhat embarrassed.

“This thing is of no use to me at all; I have more source power in my hands than I can use.”

“Then I will cheekily accept it.” At this point in the conversation, Muria stopped declining and stuffed the Evil God, still retaining some activity and likely able to recover with time, into his own world.

As the Evil God entered Muria’s world, massive divine Law Chains appeared and wound around it, slowly descending. As they approached the earth, the soil and rocks rose and covered the sealed, helpless Evil God, forming towering mountains.

How to deal with this Evil God, Muria hadn’t yet decided. Simply killing him and burying him in the earth of his world was the safest but also the least rewarding option.

Alive, the Evil God was more valuable than dead, but leveraging him was challenging. Now Muria wasn’t in a rush; he had time to think it over carefully.

In the Void, feeling like it was carrying a mountain on its back, the Whale God was quite uncomfortable and jerked its body. It had never carried anything this big before.

“Be obedient as a mount, and stop shaking all the time,” Muria expressed his dissatisfaction.

“It’s my first time being a mount; I’m not used to it yet,” the Whale God gave a very reasonable excuse.

“Then get used to it quickly,” Muria patted the broad back of the Whale God, then looked towards Yarista, “What’s next…”

“Waiting to be summoned,” Yarista scanned the surrounding Void, thinking about what she could do now.

In this idle wait, Muria felt a vast, powerful surge he had never seen before, but sensed no danger. It tore through the Void, forming a terrifying Space-Time Door,

and on the other side of the Space-Time Door, a Titan holding a scepter appeared dimly, looking towards Muria and Yarista,

“Lord Shiyu, how did the inspection go?” Without waiting for Muria to speak, the already somewhat impatient Yarista asked.

“Everyone is safe and sound; you can be at ease. They might even have an unprecedented great opportunity!”

“That’s good to hear,” relieved by the confirmation from the Epic Titan, Yarista let out a sigh of relief, but then she focused on the important part of Lord Shiyu’s words, “Opportunity?”