King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1274 - 1274 1260 The God Who Discarded His Integrity

Chapter 1274: Chapter 1260: The God Who Discarded His Integrity Chapter 1274: Chapter 1260: The God Who Discarded His Integrity “You actually…” Upon seeing the domain filled with the Radiant Golden Breath, the Evil God was both shocked and enraged to find that he could not exert Divine Realm Laws suppression over his own Divine Kingdom. Then, it dawned on him that he had just done something incredibly foolish.

“I’ve descended to this place for a while now, but only now do I get a chance to stretch a bit! Deity that exists by drawing upon fear, thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

The Titan, with his Dragon’s Bloodline, revealed his true form within the Evil God’s domain, and for the first time, golden sunlight appeared in the Divine Kingdom due to his presence. Light had descended, yet no creature within this dominion was pleased by the arrival of light; compared to light, darkness suited them far better.

“As a token of gratitude, I will employ all my effort to send you back into eternal sleep.”

“Is this why you dare set foot in my Divine Kingdom? You are not a god, aberration, yet you possess power enough to rival mine. You are the enemy of the gods.”

In the Evil God’s heart, the Way of the Divinity was the only true path. To him, a being like Muria, whom he had never seen before but possessed the power to battle gods, was naturally deemed an enemy of the gods.

“The enemy of the gods? Haha!”

Upon hearing the deity’s designation of him, Muria, with his Titan true form reaching three hundred meters in height, laughed. Epics indeed could be said to be the enemies of divine beings, but only unilaterally so.

Epics could easily wreak great harm upon divine beings, but conversely, for divine beings to inflict harm upon epics was no small task, at times even impossible to threaten them.

If Elasia were a completely isolated world, with divine beings unable to descend due to restrictions, it wouldn’t be difficult to imagine the extent to which they would be suppressed by epics.

Fortunately, Elasia was just an insignificant part of the vast and boundless Void; epics placed all their attention on the Void, and to them, Elasia was merely a resting place after a tiring journey.

“Indeed, I am your natural enemy. Come out and fight me,” Muria unabashedly displayed his power, suppressing the Divine Realm Laws around him.

Behind him, as his true self exhibited power, the Space Rift that connected to the worlds he owned widened increasingly, and the Subordinate Army, having recently engaged in a warm-up battle, once again swarmed out from within.

The ground shook, and the gales that had been circling the wasteland for who knows how long collapsed with the appearance of a group of giants riding on Giant Pengs. With their arrival, thunder and gales began to spread across the sky, scattering the gloom.

“Come out!”

Muria gripped the Prison-suppression Halberd that matched his size with the enhancement of his power, and as he trod upon the wasteland, flame spread from beneath his feet, scorching the earth and purifying all filth, likewise emboldening his Subordinate Army.

Radiant Golden Thunder carrying ferocious flames, under the catalysis of his power, formed spirited thunder dragon snakes. Thousands of dragon snakes rampaged across the sky, dispelling the gloom. They were an extension of Muria’s strength, which signified his encroachment upon this Divine Kingdom.

“Why won’t you come out? This is your kingdom. Don’t you have confidence to defeat me here?”

But unfortunately, it seemed because of the sight of Muria’s endless Subordinate Army, the newly revived Evil God, who had gathered a bit of strength, lost his nerve and no longer responded to Muria.

“Tch.”

Muria swung the Battle Halberd in his hand, then pointed towards the unknown expanse of Divine Kingdom ahead, “My legion, flatten everything before you, slay all the moving monsters.”

Following Muria’s command, the Storm Giants clad in Armor and riding on colorful Giant Pengs wielding Heavy Weapons like warhammers and battle halberds, wielding storm and thunder, accompanied by thunder dragon snakes, pushed forward.

Following this most mobile group of giants were a cohort of Giant Dragons proficient in Close Combat, with magical abilities to match. Various hues of Dragon Breath brewed within their throats, ready to spew forth at any enemy before them, until the foes were wiped out or they themselves were spent.

After these vanguards that acted as the sharp edge, there came the main battle legion primarily composed of giants. They formed up in formations by the tens of thousands, marching in lockstep, their movements causing the very Land of the Gods to tremble with their increasing numbers.

Then came the Battle Beasts Army, like a relentless tide of black. These creatures were born for combat, with slaughter having become their instinct. Without need for command, they naturally formed the most suitable formation for the current situation…

Everything happening in his self-created realm was crystal clear to the Evil God, controller of fear. Yet, he could not use the Divine Kingdom’s Laws to launch a crushing attack, because that rampaging giant, with brutish insolence, had suppressed the laws of that region with his own power.

And this turned the area into a lawless land under his very eyes, and what incensed him even more was the domain’s area, still expanding with the advance of that giant’s troops.

“Where did this monster come from?”

The Evil God gritted its teeth in the darkness, hatred brewing within. It was not only surprised by Muria’s existence but also shocked by the diverse legion under Muria’s command.

It noticed something special about the creatures that made up the legion; most of them bore the aura of that particular being, which could imply a great many things.

“Did this guy actually cultivate these legions with his own power?”

The Evil God found its own hypothesis unbelievable. How much power must one divide to cultivate such an elite legion? How foolish must one be to make such a choice?

If these legions weren’t cultivated by that being using its own power, it would mean that the creatures making up the legion had grown naturally somewhere.

The implications of that were terrifying; it meant this Giant had a world capable of sustaining his army, a world with profound foundations and abundant resources.

Upon deeper reflection, the Evil God grew somewhat apprehensive, not only annoyed by Muria but also worried about the unknown world behind him. Even so, this did not mean it would tolerate or cower.

After all, they had already brought their legion to wage war in its Divine Kingdom, an utterly intolerable act. To still be concerned about the other party’s background and power would be completely foolish.

Without uttering a foolish remark like “If you withdraw, I won’t pursue this offense,” the Evil God silently summoned all of its minions scattered across the lands into its Divine Kingdom.

And so, various forms of bizarre, grotesquely shaped humanoid Demon Beasts appeared in the Divine Kingdom, but their only advantage— their numbers, and their terrifying appearance. As for their size and strength, compared to the invading legion, they were pitifully weak.

This was an acutely disheartening disparity in strength for the Divine Capital, and when the Evil God summoned these minions, it naturally wasn’t for them to be mere cannon fodder; at the very least, they needed to put up some resistance.

The laws of the Divine Kingdom descended upon the million-monster cluster, and the Evil God, gritting its teeth, distributed part of its accumulated Divine Power among these monsters, briefly forcing an increase in their strength and turning them into cannon fodder capable of only one battle.

After the war, regardless of the outcome, these monsters would turn to ashes—that was the price of forcefully elevated strength, of course. The main reason was that the Evil God was simply too stingy to use its not-so-abundant Divine Power.

ROAR!!!

Under the endowment of Divine Power from the Deity, their strength greatly enhanced but their forms even more twisted and terrifying, the Monsters let out an excited roar. They had no emotion of fear, only the killing intent towards living creatures left to them by the Deity.

So when these Monsters saw the vanguard of Muria’s legion, a group of Monsters capable of flight soared into the sky.

The flight-capable Monster swarm, oozing with a strange aura, first encountered the Storm Giants mounted on Giant Pengs under Muria’s command, and then, corpses fell like rain.

The obvious mismatch between a makeshift militia and a well-trained, well-equipped regular army led to an outcome that goes without saying, with a drastically exaggerated casualty ratio.

The flying Monster swarm was wiped out in an instant, and the greatest harm they inflicted on the Storm Giant Knight Regiment was merely a dozen or so injured Giants, a result that lasted less than three minutes, as all of their wounds healed during that time.

“What a pitiful god!”

Seeing his Subordinate Army clashing with what were clearly just hastily assembled rabble from the Evil God, Muria couldn’t help but exclaim, as his legion had an overwhelming advantage in this war. Perhaps this couldn’t be called a battle but should instead be termed a slaughter.

And this was naturally because this Deity seemed to have perished once in the distant past, losing all foundation, and though it had now returned to life, it no longer had the capital to wage legion warfare against beings of the same tier.

Summoned by the Evil God and blessed with Divine Power, the Monster cluster encountered the ground-hastening Giant legion, and even on their own turf, the Monsters were powerless to change the one-sided situation of being easily slaughtered by the Giants.

“Damn it!”

Within its own Divine Kingdom, watching its minions slaughtered by a group of Giants from who knows where, the Evil God felt its dignity greatly insulted. Of course, what mattered most was it couldn’t count on these minions.

Crackle and snap!

Black Lightning descended from the skies, those bolts filled with the fury of the Deity and evolved from Divine Power obscured the battlefield, and then, tens of thousands of Giants vanished in an instant. In the next moment, Golden Thunder tore apart the sky, and Muria’s voice, filled with rage, echoed throughout,

“To harm mortal things, where is your dignity as a god?”