King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1295 - 1295 1281 Physically Disabled and Armor

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1281: Physically Disabled and Armor Shattered Chapter 1295: Chapter 1281: Physically Disabled and Armor Shattered In a great world, various top-tier divine golds were mixed and forged, and then blessed and refined with the user’s own laws, an armor comparable to divine artifacts shattered under a seemingly ordinary long spear, possessing boundless sharpness.

His body was penetrated, and the agony of his soul being torn apart erupted in that instant, and Muria let out a muffled groan of pain, utterly unprepared.

Without the need for close examination, Muria knew he had not dodged the spear that abruptly tore through the Void; his body was penetrated, leaving him no chance to react. The spear, made of some biological scale armor, burst open the moment it was lodged in his shoulder.

Decimating power spread over his Titan body, his left arm instantly separated from his body, flung away by the self-destructing force of this unknown weapon, golden Titan blood splattering, yet each drop shone with a faint black and grey luster.

The blood dissipating in the Void darkened at a visible rate; its spirituality was entirely erased by the pervasive destructive law, rendering this blood, even superior to the blood of deities, useless.

Without asking or panicking, Muria, severely wounded, burst out in radiant Golden Thunder, and Dragon Snake-like thunder interwove around him, forming a Thunder Prison.

At the same time, Muria’s severed half-arm flew back and recombined with the rapidly regenerating flesh of his body, but his Saintly Imperial Abyss armor inevitably suffered damage.

Although this artifact-level armor was also slowly reassembling and healing itself, it was temporarily unable to provide Muria full defense.

However, it made little difference as, given the speed of the spear’s appearance and its demonstrated destructive power, the protective capabilities of the Saintly Imperial Abyss for Muria were indeed limited, basically forcing Muria to withstand the assault himself.

Just as Muria’s Thunder Prison took shape, a grey shadow appeared on the edge of the Thunder Prison and then, bearing the strikes of Golden Thunder, forcibly breached into the Thunder Prison, rushing towards Muria.

Muria, solemn-faced, grasped the battle halberd in his hand and slashed at the grey shadow that moved so fast he couldn’t clearly see what it looked like.

Boom!

The Prison-suppression halberd collided with the unidentified grey shadow; Muria’s Thunder Prison instantly collapsed, and his figure also flew backwards, dragged through the Void leaving a stark trace of thunder.

“Finally, things are getting interesting!”

Muria, having flown hundreds of kilometers across the sky, managed to dissipate the immense power from his body and halted his momentum. At this moment, the armor on the arm holding the Prison-suppression halberd was covered in irregular cracks, with wisps of golden blood seeping out.

But soon, the blood intelligently flowed back along the cracks in the armor, which also healed at a relatively slow rate, but this speed was utterly insufficient,

because the grey shadow did not pause; it continued at the same hard-to-catch speed and pursued him again, enveloping him in a sense of crisis that seemed to penetrate and tear through his body once more.

In that collision, Muria, whose arm had been shattered, clenched his teeth and, using the arm that had been forced to flee once, drew the Seven Sins Blade to face the terrifyingly powerful grey shadow.

Thunder shone in the Void, and intense flames formed spiritual dragon silhouettes roaring through the Void, but within just two or three breaths, the roaring thunder ceased, and the golden Dragon Flames were extinguished by an even more potent force.

Gradually, as the vitalized blood was scattered in the Void, ironically, Muria, encountering a formidable opponent for the first time, began to regroup in the Void, one hand holding the blade and the other the halberd, once again facing the overpoweringly strong enemy.

This time, his mind was unfettered, wholly focused on how to deal with the enemy before him, not even sparing a thought for why his mother and grandfather had not come to aid him—it was needless to wonder.

These two Dragon King relatives could not merely watch as he faced a crisis of fall; therefore, either they felt he did not need help, or they were too preoccupied to attend to him.

As for which it was, Muria, with his blood spilled again and again in the Void, also knew, but he did not even have the energy to spare to check, lacking the capacity.

…

“Father, what should we do? Little Muria’s situation doesn’t look good,” said the Dragon King, who had previously been savoring tea and watching the battle in the Void, now lost her previous composure, but she still fought the suddenly appearing enemy with utmost grace, bleeding and getting injured just like her son each time they clashed.

“His situation is grim, and ours isn’t much better.”

Dimos focused intensely, devoting his whole heart and mind to battling the enemy that had appeared out of nowhere and launched an attack without warning.

Even though he was an Epic second-tier Dragon King and the enemy’s aura was exceedingly odd, regardless of the opponent’s strangeness, it possessed the power to severely wound him.

Had he not maintained vigilance, constantly observing everything around him, he might now have sported some rather unsightly colors on his body, but even so, Dimos felt the situation was tricky.

Although he barely caught a glimpse of the mysterious attacker, Dimos had identified this being’s identity—a battle insect from the Insect Race, specifically bred by the Insect Queen to contend with entities of her level.

The abilities of this Insect Race had reached an extreme in some aspects, allowing them the capital to combat in epic battles, yet they had inherent flaws built in for the Queen of Insects to maintain control. Meanwhile, their strength entirely depended on the Insect Queen who created them.

The strength of the Insect Queen determined the level of combat power her top creations could possess. Her existence was a ceiling that her subordinates in the Insect Race could not surpass.

The sudden appearance of these two powerful battle insects indicated that an Insect Queen of at least the Second Tier had arrived. This signified a further escalation in the scale of the war.

“Hurry and call for help! Don’t hesitate at a time like this.”

Golden Dragon Mother urged her father, knowing that facing an unknown number of enemies with unknown strengths, her idea was undoubtedly the most prudent and correct.

“I’ve already called for help from the Titans, it’s just that I don’t know when they can arrive.”

“That’s good.”

“Just afraid that the Titans are overwhelmed at the moment.” The Dragon King could not help but consider the worst-case scenario. The Titans were indeed powerful, but they could not mobilize too much combat power in a short time, especially since many Epic Titans had not yet awakened.

“Dad, can you spare some energy to help Little Muria? His weapon was destroyed.”

Golden Dragon Mother, who teamed up with the Dragon King Dimos to combat a sudden grey shadow, made a request to her father, well-aware of her own strength. If not for her father’s support, her body of the Dragon King might have been torn apart by the bizarre shadow several times.

“I’ll try my best!” The Old Dragon King sighed helplessly, feeling the burden on himself increase, “But you don’t need to worry about Muria; he is stronger than you. Although he looks quite miserable right now, he will be able to hold on for a while.”

…

Bang!

Pieces of shattered armor, carrying golden blood, scattered in a conical pattern into the void, but almost instantly, as if time had reversed, the blood rapidly flew back to its original owner and regenerated as if nothing had happened.

But the cracks on his armor silently indicated the severity of the blow its owner had just suffered.

“Huff!”

The seemingly intact Titan body, holding a broken battle halberd, stood in the void, exhaling deeply. His originally radiant armor was now battered and full of cracks, its shimmering gleam having dimmed considerably.

Although he had prepared to fight tough adversaries upon entering the void, reality proved to be significantly different from his expectations, seemingly underestimating himself.

The enemy he faced now was powerful, so much so that at the beginning, he had no time to spare, focusing all his energy on the battle exclusively.

Even so, his body repeatedly received severe blows, but fortunately, his vital energy was robust, allowing him to regenerate in a very short time even if his body was shattered.

However, the attack power of his opponent was too outrageous; during the fight, his armor seemed to be made of paper, easily penetrated and destroyed.

What made Muria even more pained was that one of his exclusive weapons, forged from his own soul and blood, was also destroyed in this battle.

Seven Sins Blade, when this divine weapon broke, Muria experienced the agonizing taste of his weapon being shattered, a pain he had never felt before.

He never imagined that his weapon would one day be destroyed. At the moment it really happened, he did not even have time to think of anything else, only to draw another weapon to continue the fight.

However, Muria felt fortunate that, although his opponent was extremely powerful, possessing the combat power of the second tier of epics, that was just raw power without corresponding realm; it was merely a tool for slaughter.

As the battle progressed, Muria’s condition continued to deteriorate, but he joyfully yet unsurprisingly found that his opponent’s condition was also declining.

Coming in strong was the best description of his opponent; at the very first instant, his opponent’s lethality was at its strongest, but even in an ignorant state, he had resisted it hard.

In subsequent fights, although he was initially at a disadvantage, he had now rallied and gradually adapted.

If there were no external interference, he would be the victor of this battle, but sadly, interference was inevitable.