King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1296 - 1296 1282 Irresistible Enemies

Chapter 1296: Chapter 1282: Irresistible Enemies Chapter 1296: Chapter 1282: Irresistible Enemies “Where is the Insect Race Empress?”

Having become accustomed to the attack patterns of his adversary, Titan diverted a small portion of his energy to surveil the surrounding Void.

Naturally, he had also glanced at his two direct relatives before then, and he had seen a grey shadow engaged in combat with them—a figure from the Insect Race, similar but seemingly more powerful than the one before him.

The appearance of not just one but two creatures of epic battle strength from the Insect Race left no doubt: at least one powerful Insect Race Empress had arrived in the vicinity and was watching over the battlefield from a place unknown to him.

…

“Dream Palace, you’re really in a sorry state! Even the Insect Nest has been smashed to bits, and I heard your daughter was captured, is that true?” a voice filled with mocking curiosity questioned through a mental transmission, causing great resentment in the heart of the Empress, as she realized that after this battle, she would undoubtedly become a laughingstock among her kind.

“It is… true.” Dream Palace responded through gritted teeth, wanting to retort that it was none of their business, but unfortunately, she lacked the means to make such a reply.

Although she had now managed to escape danger, her daughter was still in the hands of the overlords; retaking her daughter would require the help of her kind, forcing her to bow her head.

“Haha, you’re quite useless, having been put through the wringer by just these few overlords, and yet you still need to ask for help from so many of our kind?”

“Have you come here without hearing the full story? Do you think it’s plausible that a few overlords could bring me down?”

Dream Palace retorted coldly, sparing no courtesy for the Empress whose rank was above her own. She wasn’t a part of her dominion, so why should she bow and scrape and let her give orders? She refused to be treated that way.

“We are of the same kind, and I’m well aware of what you’re capable of. Just the three overlords by your side attacking together, and you’re already overwhelmed.

Additionally, your run-in with Ahta and the others—drawing the attention of a great world capable of dispatching ten overlords in a short time—is something I’m aware of as well.

Personally, I do admire what you did, even the Ancestors would reconsider facing such a situation. Yet, you actually managed to send your daughter in there.”

“Candice, does belittling me bring you joy? Or do you genuinely think I’m as foolish as you presume among our kind?”

Having returned to the Insect Nest, the Empress was tirelessly collecting fragments of the nest around her, fixing her stronghold. Despite some differences in strength, the Empresses maintained equal status; however, this didn’t mean they got along peacefully. In fact, given any chance to exploit each other, none of the Empresses would be too polite.

“Who knows? But from what I see, you’re utterly foolish, attracting such powerful foes for our race.”

“You…” Dream Palace clenched her fists, wanting to lash out, but she realized she simply didn’t have the capital to vent her anger—her forces shattered, her generals lost, she was a bare commander in the Void, barely capable of safeguarding herself.

“Just keep quiet over there and don’t cause me trouble. If those overlords kill you, I’ll inevitably have to clean up the mess.”

“As long as you maintain the status quo, I won’t face any danger,” Dream Palace coldly responded. Empress Candice’s protection was not genuinely heartfelt but rather mandated by the rules set by the Ancestor Empress. If not for the threat posed by the Ancestor Empress, being devoured by her own kind was the most likely fate she faced now.

“Hahaha, then watch how I kill those three overlords.”

“If possible, just incapacitate them without taking their lives; otherwise, we’ll truly make an enemy of that great world, a result I believe the Ancestor would not wish to see.”

“Dream Palace, stop using the Ancestor to pressure me. You’re not qualified. Besides, you were the one who instigated this first. Are you thinking now about how to settle this war? What were you doing earlier?”

“This disaster occurred unintentionally on my part. Now, I just want to minimize the mistakes I’ve made in the past. We mustn’t let this situation escalate further; otherwise, an Empress will fall, possibly you, or perhaps even me.”

“Hahaha, this is intriguing, a peace-seeking Insect Race Empress. If those worms of other worlds knew, they’d die laughing!”

“When the enemy is too powerful, isn’t negotiating and seeking peace the correct choice?”

“You’re not wrong, but even in negotiations, we must show our strength to the other side, letting them know we have the capital to negotiate; therefore, those overlords must die.”

“You’re being reckless—if an overlord falls, how can there be peace?”

“Constantly yielding will only make the opposing side think we Insect Race are weak and easily bullied. That’s how peace will never be possible.”

“You…” Just as Empress Dream Palace wanted to continue arguing with the other party, her gaze suddenly swept over the Void Battlefield, and then she understood,

“Candice, you never intended to negotiate. You’re only thinking about yourself; you want to kill them, using their bodies to enhance your own power. Am I right?”

“Not too foolish, that’s correct. I crave their bodies, but the words I just said were also true. Constantly making concessions for negotiations only displays our weakness. We must use the lives of the rulers to warn them, only the continuous fall of their rulers will make them understand the terror of our Insect Race.”

“Candice, you are short-sighted…”

“I’m tired of talking to you, you worthless Empress, just stay there and watch my performance!”

…

The slightly damaged battle halberd sliced through the Void, creating a crisp, white crescent blade, and another crescent blade fell perfectly onto the trajectory of a passing shadow. Then, gray insect armor was thrown into the air, and corrosive insect fluid was sprayed for the first time.

“There should be some new change now.”

The first time Muria wounded his opponent, although his body was exhausted, his spirit suddenly shook.

Although it was somewhat disgraceful to drag out the victory against his opponent by relying on his own thick and tough skin, stamina was also an important indicator of combat power, not shameful at all.

He didn’t have any psychological cleanliness that required defeating an opponent at their peak power level to feel like it counted as a win. If he won, he won—there was nothing to say about it, and those with shortcomings shouldn’t blame others for targeting them.

“Squeal!!!”

A sharp insect cry echoed in the Void, and Muria was surprised to see that the insect he had wounded was suddenly enveloped in a layer of gray Qi, which matched the color of its carapace perfectly.

Soon after, Muria had no chance to react before a gray shadow struck him in the chest and abdomen. Thus, Titan stood splintered in the Void, his shattered body trailing bolts of lightning as it was thrown through the air.

This terrifying scene immediately shocked a graceful Dragon King in the distance, who immediately prepared to flap her wings and fly over, but the Old Dragon King beside her promptly stopped her.

“Don’t panic. Feel carefully, Muria’s Qi hasn’t disappeared, but his opponent’s has vanished completely. It seems he ignited himself to power that last attack.”

“Hmm!” At this, the increasingly anxious Golden Dragon Mother’s emotions stabilized somewhat, and then she sensed that the life force in the Titan’s scattered pieces floating in the Void had not faded.

Before long, those pieces brought trails of light and then converged into one place, regenerating into the familiar Son she saw, though his Qi had dropped significantly, he was unharmed.

“This kid…”

“He’s already Epic, isn’t easy to fall, you’re over-worried.” The Dimos Dragon King chuckled, “Hmm, my grandchild has already defeated his opponent, I must hurry as well. I cannot lag too far behind, otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing.”

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“Limb Regeneration!”

Muria, having completed one regeneration, sighed deeply. He finally triggered this capability, although he had always been reluctant to use this life-saving skill, reality did not give him a choice.

This level was nothing to him; he could still regenerate from a single drop of blood. But thinking of future opponents, he reasoned that after they shattered his body, not a single drop of blood should remain. To rely on such regenerative power to turn the tide of battle, preparations must be made in advance.

“Truly a terrifying monster!”

Muria reached out to touch the regenerating Saintly Imperial Abyss, feeling every fracture densely covering its parts. If it weren’t for its master sustaining it, it would have turned into tens of thousands of fragments, floating through the Void.

Such a miserable outcome was naturally caused by his enemy; that fearsome attack saw his defense as nothing, even his weapon was smashed—it was simply unfair.

“Alas, lacking in stamina!”

Just as Muria was thinking this, the familiar shadow appeared again within his perceptual range, and at this moment, he had no time to wonder why the monster that self-destructed to shatter his body appeared again. His body had already reacted on its own to dodge the attack.

But this long, incredibly fast monster retained the same characteristics as before, reaching its peak state at the moment of attack. Currently, it was at its strongest.

Thus, by relying on his experience from their battle, Muria dodged and maneuvered to survive three rounds, but ended up with his battle halberd and one arm being torn off.

And just as Muria was preparing to repeat his technique, an intensely chilling sense of crisis suddenly descended. Out of nowhere, a delicate and frail palm landed on his head, and at the same time, a gentle voice whispered in his ear,

“Noble ruler, are you interested in following me? In return, I could…”