King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1260 - 1260 1247 A Peace-Loving Civilization

Chapter 1260: Chapter 1247: A Peace-Loving Civilization? Chapter 1260: Chapter 1247: A Peace-Loving Civilization? There was no need to consider whether these silver-white metals could replicate their original forms. Epics, beings comparable to gods, and even in many ways superior to them, would be a joke if they could be cloned so easily.

Muria was unclear on how well the silver-white metal replicas could imitate creations of the technological side. However, regarding the biological replicas of the extraordinary beings, those creatures replicated by the metals were merely empty shells.

The most classic example was the Winged Serpent Dragon that had been defeated by its replica. Although the silver-white metal had acquired its body tissue and thus replicated a Silver-white Dragon with an identical appearance,

these Silver-white Dragons did not possess extraordinary powers, they did not speak Dragon Language, nor could they exhale true Dragon Breath. The close combat capabilities of the Silver-white Dragons solely relied on the metal structures making up their bodies.

For ranged attacks, the Silver Dragons relied on a system that mimicked the Dragon Breath of other dragons, but the energy nature of it had nothing to do with a real dragon’s.

Overall, their combat power was far behind that of the original beings they copied. Considering that the Winged Serpent Dragon was only a Soul Intent, and its replica’s power was so vastly inferior, how much power could a replica of an actual legend possess? The most it could probably be was an empty shell with appearance only.

As for Epics, well, it was even less likely for them to have body tissues containing their own information to escape their control unless the Epic willingly permitted it. Otherwise, no external force could hope to peer into the secrets of an Epic.

Even if it were voluntary, this silver-white metal likely couldn’t even manage to shape a simple Epic-level shell, let alone emulate its abilities. A simple difference in material quality is sometimes an insurmountable barrier, no matter the quantity.

“Materials? Hmm, now that I think about it, I’ve lost even the slightest interest in trying,” Muria muttered softly, “Forget it, I should focus on finding the control nucleus of these little toys instead!”

Muria believed that these silver-white metal creations, which could transform into various forms, definitely had a core control nucleus, as their actions were logical.

What to do after finding this core control nucleus, Muria had yet to decide. For his own use, these gadgets that could replicate an opponents’ form in a short time weren’t very useful, since he had no shortage of warriors in his legion.

However, even if not for his own use, it was a decent choice to gift these to an elder or relation, such as offering this clearly technology-oriented creation to the Epic Titan Mechanism Emperor Osiris, who had taken great care of him.

“Hmm, I’m truly arrogant, considering how to handle something I have yet to obtain,” he thought to himself.

Walking through the air, Muria casually destroyed the silver-white entities that transformed into various shapes around him, then he began to analyze their weaknesses.

Indeed, these could be fatal flaws if they could acquire information about the enemy and replicate the opponents’ creations in a short time from Muria’s perspective.

First, the least destructive rhombus-shaped metals were the fundamental components of all silver-white metal constructs. No matter the form or size of the silver-white creations, they were all made from these not-so-large rhombic metallic components.

However, the process of these rhombus-shaped metals combining and transforming into a new entity was irreversible. Once changed, they could no longer revert to their fundamental rhombus-shaped form, which was a flaw.

Another point that Muria considered to be a fatal flaw was the replication ability itself of these silver-white metals. After half a month of battle, or rather, Muria’s intentional probing, he had figured out most of the properties of these silver-white metals.

Every creation whose information was obtained by these silver-white metals could indeed be replicated, biological or non-biological, like spaceships or other technological entities. But at best, they could only manage a 100% replication, never surpassing the original.

In other words, the abilities of the replicas were entirely dependent on the originals. What was even more dumbfounding for Muria was that these replicas also inherited the originals’ flaws.

In other words, these silver-white metals were nothing more than replication machines without their own inspiration, only capable of copying without the knowledge of optimization, and the copying was indiscriminate, accepting both good and bad in full. This made Muria somewhat embarrassed, as it seemed a bit demeaning to give such a thing away as a favor.

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The barren land below was covered with the scars of pits and craters from digging, while the sky above, devoid of any life, was filled with dense rhombus-shaped silver-white metals.

Originally, these rhombic metals hovered silently in the sky without stirring. But when the distant rumbling of explosions and Thunder approached, the metals began to tremble.

And as the explosions became more colossal, all the silver-white rhombus-shaped metals flew towards the being causing the disruption in the sky’s order, merging with each other during flight to become even more lethal War Weapons.

“These curious toys have destroyed or even encountered many civilizations,” a Giant Dragon commented, single-handedly dismantling a satellite weapon and watching its steel debris fall to the earth. In its golden Dragon’s Eye, a complex and indecipherable light flickered.

The land below was devoid of any life, even lacking any valuable resources — a desolate earth that seemed to silently accuse Muria of the sins it once suffered.

To say that this ghostly land, completely lacking in vitality, had no connection with those silver-white metals, Muria would be the first to disbelieve. But what did that prove?

Would you say they were brutal, evil, inhumane? No, it only showed that the lands they had harmed were too weak, failing to birth a powerful resistor.

The law of the jungle is a fundamental principle of the world: the strong control everything and enjoy everything, while the weak must bear all. If one is dissatisfied, then one must rebel, and upon success, naturally become strong.

Though Muria felt this way, he still detested such a scene, preferring a vibrant earth bustling with all things competing for life, rather than this dead and stagnant sight.

Such emotions naturally made Muria have no good feelings towards the silver-white metal creations that were the most likely cause of all this, and with every strike, the number of silver-white metal creations he destroyed grew.

Because the process of rhombus-shaped metal merging and transforming into a new form was irreversible, the metal debris that fell to the ground after being shattered by Muria turned into junk. However, sometimes junk can be recycled.

But, Muria wouldn’t give the silver-white side any opportunity to recycle, for he had found a huge sphere that was half-buried in the earth and had, due to its excessively massive mass, forcibly shaped a ring of mountains around itself.

This was an immense celestial body floating in the void, capable of forming a system on its own. Yet now, for some unknown reason, it was deeply embedded in the earth, causing changes to the land.

From the surrounding terrain, this sphere covered in thick steel “threads,” resembling a cantaloupe from afar, was clearly not something that fell from the sky but was instead built within the earth.

Such a fact seemed to explain why the soil of this domain had become so barren — all resources had been used to construct this monumental spectacle of a planet-level civilization.

“No ‘Epics’ in charge, impressive,” Muria carefully sensed around and, upon not detecting the presence of any ‘Epic’ energy, couldn’t help but express his admiration. Without the support of ‘Epic’ powers capable of moving mountains and filling seas, being able to create such a massive civilization’s marvel was indeed a miracle.

And such a magnificent spectacle of civilization couldn’t help but remind Muria of the Mechanism God he encountered in the void, prompting his thoughts to stir.

Although he didn’t know what purpose this toy served, simply from the rhombus-shaped metal structures it released and the massive scale that even an ‘Epic’ would acknowledge, presenting it as a gift to the Mechanism Emperor wouldn’t be unworthy of his reputation.

“Let me see, what exactly controls all this?” The hundred-meter-long Golden Giant Dragon flew into the cantaloupe-like sphere.

As Muria approached this planet-level creation, his legendary Dragon Body of a stature that would astonish mortals starkly contrasted with it, demonstrating that they were not even on the same level. But there’s no need to compare man-made objects with living beings.

After all, even a real Steel Planet, without an ‘Epic’ being to govern it, any ‘Legend’, given time, could dismantle it with their own strength, no problem at all.

Thus, where strength has not undergone a qualitative change to reach the same level, sheer numbers or volume are completely meaningless.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t they attacking me anymore?”

Now, passing through the gaps between the giant steel “threads” on the surface of this planet-level creation, Muria flew into its interior, examining everything around him. The fresh interior showed not a hint of metal structure, but rather an infinite space emitting a faint blue light.

Shortly after Muria lingered in this blue space, a gentle white light spilled from within the planet. In the moment Muria saw this light, he recognized its nature: they were pure white particles spreading at an incredible speed.

And when these pure white particles attempted to envelop him, Muria did not exercise his powers but allowed himself to be shrouded. For in the instant he was enveloped, he heard a grand voice overlapped by millions of others, and a tremendous flood of information surged through his soul.

“Powerful being, why do you attack Arozi?”

“Because you have offended me.”

“We Arozi are a civilization that loves peace and detests conflict.”