King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1271 - 1271 1257 Demon Slayer

Chapter 1271: Chapter 1257 Demon Slayer Chapter 1271: Chapter 1257 Demon Slayer “Crimson Dragon Emperor Set?” Auston was somewhat baffled. Using his scales to craft a single piece of arm guard was already a stretch, let alone crafting a whole set? That was really extreme—pulling out dragon scales was incredibly painful.

“What? Can’t bear to part with them?”

“My lord, it’s not that I…”

“I’m asking you, do you want the title ‘Red Dragon Emperor’ to truly suit you?” Muria asked with a smiling expression toward this ancient dragon whose edges had been smoothed by time.

“My lord, I don’t deserve this title,” Auston said, feeling awkward. Although he knew his current strength did not match the title, he really desired it.

“I’m just asking if you want it?”

“I do! But my strength…”

“The first piece of the Crimson Dragon Emperor Set that I just refined came from you. If you don’t object, the materials for all components of the set will come from you. If that’s the case, then naturally, the so-called Red Dragon Emperor is you.”

“My lord, what use is this to you?” Auston pondered then asked seriously. He believed that Muria would not engage in futile efforts. Suddenly wanting to use his scales to craft a so-called Crimson Dragon Emperor Set, there must be a reason behind it.

“Enough, pull out the dragon scales!” Muria did not want to explain to this old dragon. He had a spur-of-the-moment plan, but it was just a trial. If successful, it could certainly be talked about, but if it failed, then he could dismiss this attempt as a mere whim.

…

Under the pale sunlight, the city was as bustling as always, seemingly indifferent to any change. However, the man who had lived in the city for a while before fleeing in haste on that disastrous night had sharply noticed the differences upon his hasty return.

The pedestrians on the streets, each with a pallid face and dull eyes, all appeared clearly unrested. If it were just one or two, it would be normal, but seeing everyone like this was very bizarre.

The travel-weary man silently observed the eerie atmosphere of the city, recognizing the numbness in the eyes of its residents, a sign of lost hope for the future.

“My lord? You’re still here?”

At that moment, a voice filled with surprise sounded beside the man’s ear. Modo suddenly saw a middle-aged man with a pale face looking at him delightedly.

“You haven’t fled?”

“Uh.” Upon hearing this, the man could only respond awkwardly. He had fled, but after receiving the gifts from the two beings, he had come back.

“That’s great. There’s still hope for the city!”

“…” Modo remained silent, having no recollection of the middle-aged man before him, which left him unsure how to respond. Fortunately, the man who recognized Modo’s identity was adept at reading the situation and noticed Modo’s discomfort.

“I apologize, my lord. I am a chef in the service of Lord William Mousse, and I had the honor to see you once at a banquet hosted by our lord.”

“I see.” With that explanation, Modo did recall a bit. He had initially approached the city’s ruling class over an issue regarding intercepted oil.

After revealing his identity, the city’s lord had immediately promised to solve the issue and had hosted a banquet that night in his honor. It seemed there was such a chef at the banquet.

“However, I remember your hair…”

“Sigh, it’s all the fault of those damn monsters. I haven’t slept well these past few nights, spending each night in fear, so it has become like this.”

The middle-aged man, who claimed to be a chef, helplessly touched his precarious hairline, then his expression brightened a bit, flushing with blood,

“But it’s good that you are here, my lord. With you around, even if we can’t drive out all the monsters from the city, you’re enough to protect the lord’s mansion.”

“I’ve returned, not to protect merely a mansion, but to guard the entire city.”

The man, having gained even greater power, spoke with confidence. Before acquiring the Crimson Dragon Emperor’s gauntlets, he had never dared to make such bold claims.

“But you…” The middle-aged man clearly knew some inside information, so his face involuntarily showed a skeptical expression upon hearing Modo’s words.

“Just do what you have to do, and don’t let your lord bother me. Tonight, I’ll slay all the monsters in the city, so you all can sleep in peace.”

“Sigh!” Hearing this, the man who had hoped to find a bodyguard walked away disappointed. He naturally didn’t believe what Modo said, knowing what had transpired the night before last.

As night fell, Exorcism Lamps lit up one after another in the streets, alleys, and houses—though everyone knew these lamps were merely a comfort now, without any real effect, it was all they could hope for in this situation.

…

Rustling sounds came from outside the window, as if something was climbing across the window and roof. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the pale-faced mother held her young child, trembling in the corner.

Due to fear, tears silently rolled down her cheeks, as the woman dared not make even the slightest noise, afraid to attract the attention of whatever was outside the window.

But such actions were meaningless, as the monsters freely roaming through the city, spreading fear, didn’t care about such minor details. Their choice of food was always random, and unfortunately, tonight, this mother and child were chosen.

Creak!

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open from the outside, making an unpleasant creaking noise, as if the woman forgot to close the door after nightfall, and the wind had blown it open.

But the cold air wafting in from outside made it clear this was no coincidence—the night wind wasn’t what opened the door.

Thud!

As the chilling air grew thicker, the lamp in the room flickered twice and then went out. Then, under the dim moonlight, a twisted and hideous demonic shadow was projected inside the room.

Just as the woman was about to collapse emotionally and cry out, an angry roar sounded first; then, a burning punch landed on the body of the monster standing at the door, menacingly eyeing the trembling mother and child inside.

The overbearing flames of the dragon shredded the body of the monster in an instant, turning it to ashes before it could even scream.

This allowed the mother and child inside to stop trembling, then they cautiously observed the man standing at the door, his body adorned with crimson dragon patterns and wearing crimson gauntlets.