King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1279 - 1279 1265 The Filial Daughter Golden Dragon

Chapter 1279: Chapter 1265: The Filial Daughter Golden Dragon Mother Chapter 1279: Chapter 1265: The Filial Daughter Golden Dragon Mother “So, grandfather, you think that the Insect Race still has stronger queens that have reached Epic Level!”

“Isn’t it obvious? This layer of matter is clearly not naturally formed,” Dimos spread his claws, “so, the insects we encountered are very likely to come from an Epic Race.”

“This luck…” Hearing this, Muria couldn’t help shaking her head and sighing. What kind of luck was this? She had only snuck into the great world to gain some advantages, but in such a short time, she had encountered an Epic Race.

“Actually, even if it is an Epic Race, it doesn’t necessarily mean we have to go to war with them. We can still coexist peacefully,” Dimos lifted his large claw, gently stroking the dragon’s whiskers hanging from his chin, looking very dignified as befitting the Dragon King, “It all depends on their choice.”

“Cough, grandfather, I think they probably don’t have the right to choose,” Muria coughed dryly, feeling it her duty to remind her grandfather, the Dragon King born of the Golden Dragon lineage.

As a Golden Dragon, despising war and loving peace was very normal. But her grandfather failed to understand one thing: the Insect Race simply had no choice, and he did not give them the power and capital to choose.

Because, after encountering the Insect Race, the decision to fight or not was up to the strongest force— the Titan Tribe.

For the Titans, coming to the great world for benefits was just incidental; their main goal was to seek out strong enemies to fight. Everything else was secondary. Now, with an Epic Race appearing, peace? Heh, that didn’t exist.

Even if the Insect Race wanted peace, they would have to wait until the Titans were completely satisfied after their fights, and only then might peace be a possibility.

But given the Insect Race’s characteristic of plundering everything and engulfing everything, it completely conflicted with the ideology of the Titan Tribe; there was simply no possibility for peaceful coexistence between them.

Once the behavior pattern of the Insect Race rose to the Epic level, it could be classified into the series of Evil Gods roaming through the Void, and for the Titans, encountering a Void Evil God meant they had to eliminate it.

That’s because the ideology of the Titans was sustainable development; through mutually beneficial interaction with the world, they sought to gain the capital to ascend. The Evil Gods’ approach of draining the lake to catch the fish was absolutely unacceptable.

“Titans!”

Reminded by Muria, Dimos also realized that if the Insect Race really had multiple Epic units, and the Epic Titans found out about it, the Titans would spare these queens— that would really be something.

“Ah, this is simply… Isn’t peace good?”

Dimos sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than to quietly scrounge up resources to develop. He disliked fighting and killing, especially battles against equals. The risks were just too great.

“Peace is certainly good, but the object of peace is very important. Some races do not deserve peace,” Muria replied with a smile. If the Insect Race truly had Epics, she could fully foresee the development of the events to come.

“I know, I’m just complaining,” Dimos said helplessly.

“By the way, grandfather, about this matter, which beings have you informed?”

“For now, I’ve only notified those close to me within the Titan Tribe; aside from you, I haven’t informed anyone else,” Dimos rolled his eyes. He didn’t really like the Titans much. Although their ideology was good, they were just too violent, and too strong. There were few he could defeat.

“They will know soon enough.”

“Of course, they will,” Dimos snorted disdainfully, but suddenly, the Dragon King turned his head, looking at the void behind Muria, his Dragon’s Eye narrowing slightly, but then he relaxed again,

“Come out, my good daughter, you have been hiding there and eavesdropping long enough.”

“Ah ha, my dear old father, you actually found me. I thought you wouldn’t know I was here until I revealed myself,” said the girl, still dressed the same, but with a completely different aura, smiling as she emerged from the cracked space corridor.

“At the Epic Level, I’m quite young.” Dimos frowned, clearly dissatisfied with his daughter’s reference to him as old; he didn’t feel old at all.

“But to me, you are my dear old father.”

“Then you must as well be Muria’s old mother,” Dimos’s eyes narrowed, his words sharp.

“Oh, what nonsense are you spouting, my dear father? After receiving your distress signal, I rushed over immediately. Are you going to hurt the feelings of your young, beautiful, and filial daughter like that?”

The girl with short golden hair placed her hands on her rather modest chest, slightly uncomfortable at first, then pretended to be heartbroken.

“Ah, right, Little Muria, tell your old grandfather, what do you call me?” The girl, who had been in the Tower of Heaven for some time, turned her head and looked at Muria.

“Mother, stop it,” Muria said with a touch of helplessness. “I actually have a question for you. Were you awake all along and just pretending to be asleep?”

“Little Muria, what nonsense are you talking? I’ve just awoken, and just so happened to receive this old man’s call for help, and then I rushed here immediately.” The girl’s face showed confusion, but Muria didn’t believe it at all.

“You seemed to be sleeping quite soundly! So, when was the first time you woke up? Was it also just now?” Muria asked this because Golden Dragons cannot lie, knowing just how pure the Golden Dragon Mother’s bloodline is.

“Hahaha, Little Muria, don’t sweat the small stuff,” the Golden Dragon Mother laughed heartily.

“As I thought, you had already woken up, but then you took a second nap.”

“Sigh, Little Muria, you always miss the main point. Is now the time to worry about these things?”

“You’re right,” Muria shook her head. Dwelling on these matters was pointless; the current priority was the Insect Race.

“The focus of concern now should be how my old father, your great grandfather, plans to use some benefits to keep our mouths shut.”

“Hm?!” Both Dimos and Muria looked at the Golden Dragon Mother, their minds filled with question marks.

“My daughter, I don’t know what I have done that would require me to offer benefits to keep your mouth shut,” said Dimos somewhat amusedly as he looked at his only daughter. She was always tricking him into getting things when she was young, and now that she had become the Dragon King, she had not changed a bit.

“I have recorded everything about this female on your bed. I assure you, if you don’t pay me to keep quiet, my mother will immediately find out all the information about this Insect Queen,” the dutiful daughter Dragon Mother Atreus boldly extorted her father.