King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1309 - 1309 1294 The Cautious Grandson

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1294: The Cautious Grandson Chapter 1309: Chapter 1294: The Cautious Grandson When Titan saw his eldest son Aeolus in the Cluster World, he knew he had become a grandfather. Although he wasn’t prepared for this, it didn’t change the fact that he had grandsons or granddaughters.

Of course, for such a matter, Titan accepted it quite easily, after all, it was his son. But the moment he thought of his daughter, Titan found it hard to accept the fact that he had become a maternal grandfather.

Thus, with a heart full of turmoil, Titan appeared in the Senapus Subcontinent, in the core territory of the empire he had established. Consequently, the prosperity of the empire came into his view.

Under the sky dome, among the clouds, fleets of floating ships without any offensive capabilities, equipped solely with defensive abilities against natural disasters like hurricanes, sailed back and forth ceaselessly, allowing Titan to witness the opulence of the empire he had established.

Behind him, the Luo Tian Mirror turned slowly, like a divine wheel, bringing everything in this airspace under Titan’s control, a sight that pleased him.

Normally, merchant corps venturing out would hire mercenaries for protection, and larger business associations would even form their own guard squads.

Furthermore, merchant ships built for the principal purpose of commerce would possess strong defensive capabilities and certain offensive abilities, properly called armed merchant ships.

But the floating ship fleet that Titan now saw had few that had hired mercenary protection, and most of the ships lacked any significantly lethal installations, which reflected the domestic security situation within his empire.

Within the empire’s borders, even itinerant merchants who traveled the year-round did not carry weapons, and the situation for ordinary civilians naturally went without saying. From this, it can be inferred that the living standards of the empire’s people were certainly not low.

Thinking of this, a smile couldn’t help but appear on Titan’s face. If in a country, ordinary civilians regarded weapons as essential household items, and felt uneasy without them, such a nation would be truly pitiable.

However, fortunately, the empire he had established had not fallen into such a state, indicating that his descendants were governing the empire quite well.

“Xena Pus!”

With a mere thought, Titan flew towards the imperial capital, which was also quite unique among many nations. He didn’t fly too fast because he was using the Luo Tian Mirror to observe the empire, which had been governed by his descendants for hundreds of years after he had abdicated his authority.

The overall atmosphere was tranquil and stable, although there were some unsightly, dark sights here and there. But such flaws were not significant, for even true deities could not achieve absolute perfection.

After all, the difficulty of governing his empire far surpassed that of the central continent’s Ten Great Empires, which were not even on the same level. The main reason was that the individual ethnic groups that made up the empire were just too complex.

A typical nation, with more than three ethnic groups, would be considered a multi-ethnic country. Due to the differences in life forms, languages, cultures, and other aspects between races, conflicts were easily triggered, making governance for the ruling class far more difficult than in a country with a single race.

The Senapus Empire was even stronger in this regard. Within its empire, just the number of ethnic groups that were granted citizenship upon birth exceeded double figures, including but not limited to the Dragon Race, Giant Clan, Elf Race, Dwarf race, Halflings, Gnomes, Naga, mermaids, centaurs, Harpies, and other intelligent races.

These lifeforms, not on the same level, living together on one subcontinent—the difficulty faced by their rulers was imaginable. But fortunately, the vast expanse of the empire was able to accommodate these races.

“They have indeed worked hard,” Titan, who knew very well how hard it was to be an emperor of the empire, sighed.

Conflicts could erupt due to differences in life forms between different races, but the probability of conflicts within the same race was not any smaller. The Dragon Race and Elf Race were only general labels.

The Dragon Race could be classified into the Metallic Dragon Clan, Five-Color Dragon Clan, Gem Dragon Clan, Sub-iron Dragon Clan, etc. The Giant Clan could also be divided into Storm Giant, Mountain Giant, Tidal Giant, and more than a dozen types. Dwarves were no exception. Even the most peaceful Elf Race could be divided into the relatively united and harmonious surface elves and Zor Elves.

These groups, not to mention other aspects, required very different living environments. The powers they wielded were entirely distinct. The effort needed to govern and manage these races was enough to drive any ruler insane.

However, the reason these groups could coexist in one nation was purely because the nation’s highest ruler had a bloodline that was extremely noble.

Even though the emperor of Xena Pus had reached the third generation, it was enough to command respect from all races within the empire. Because unless one was foolish, they would not make too much trouble, for once they incurred the dislike and wrath of the royal family, there would be no place for them in this vast world.

“Hmm, not bad at all!”

Even though Titan had slowed down his flying speed, by now he could directly see the more than a hundred Floating Cities that hung between heaven and earth, slowly rotating—the Imperial Capital, Xena Pus.

What made Titan exclaim in admiration was naturally the number of these Floating Cities, not anything else. After all, the renovation plan for Xena Pus’s Floating Cities had already been completed before Titan abdicated.

All his descendants could do was build more Floating Cities on his existing foundation to enlarge the scale of Xena Pus, the imperial capital of the empire.

The sheer scale of it filled Muria with awe, he distinctly remembered acquiring the number of Cloud Islands from the Wind King Hawk—132, yet now, the Floating Cities that made up Xena Pus had reached a total of 178.

The excess Floating Cities naturally weren’t transformed from Cloud Islands, as Cloud Islands, although not rare, were not abundantly common.

Moreover, building Floating Cities on the foundation of Cloud Islands was merely taking a shortcut. For an empire, standardized Floating Cities were the proper path that should be vigorously pursued.

“I wonder how many Floating Cities the Empire has now, and whether they can meet my needs.”

Seeing Xena Pus as it was now made Muria’s thoughts wander. He didn’t believe that the additional Floating Cities in Xena Pus were the entirety of the Empire’s newly built war strongholds—it must be just a portion since it didn’t make sense to hoard all such imperial weapons of importance within the Imperial Capital.

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“The Forest Elves and Zor Elves have clashed again! Alas, how many times has this happened since I ascended the throne? Aren’t these elves supposed to love peace? Why do such incidents easily occur whenever Zor Elves are involved?”

Within the Imperial Palace, a young man wearing a crown with twelve tassels rubbed his temples while looking at the document in his hand, feeling somewhat annoyed. He didn’t know how many times he had dealt with such matters.

He would typically reprimand both sides equally, issuing a heavier punishment to the instigators, and that would be the end of it. He had no solution, as the Empire had already arranged for the homes of the Forest Elves and Zor Elves to be as far apart as possible.

Yet, there were still some who left their homes to travel and would inevitably bump into one another, and conflicts would ensue after just a few words. Fortunately, these minor skirmishes always remained limited to brawls and never escalated to the level of war.

“Come to think of it, can’t that deity alter the doctrine, change the way of worship? Sigh, if only an elder could step forward to handle this, I wouldn’t have to worry about such matters.”

The young Emperor was well aware of where the crux of the conflict between the elves of the Empire and the Zor lay. Originally, it was due to the Spider Goddess Rose, who held tremendous hatred for the Elf deities. However, after this evil deity was forced into seclusion by his Titan ancestors, most of the Zor’s faith inevitably drifted into the hands of her daughter, the Shadow Girl Elise Jade.

This goddess’s teachings were relatively peaceful, and She could indeed be considered a Lawful Good True God. The problem lay in Her excessively liberal sacrificial rites.

Being a deity who was quite unrestrained, disinterested in material possessions, it led to followers mirroring their deity’s demeanor, resulting in the Zor worshippers mostly being unrestrained themselves.

Therefore, in the eyes of the traditionally-minded Forest Elves, the Zor Elves, now less malevolent than before, were still deemed unacceptable, viewed as a disgraceful subclass of elves.

“If it’s about this matter, I could help you handle it.” A somewhat leisurely voice echoed in the spacious hall, jolting the Emperor, who had been feeling helpless.

“Who’s there?”

With that query, an array of Array Patterns began to emerge in the air, causing the Space to stagnate.

“Is your father Aeolus?”

Muria’s figure slowly materialized out of nothing, smiling as he evaluated the youthful visage, already bearing a hint of imperial dignified majesty.

“Which of my ancestors are you?”

The moment he saw Muria, the resonance from their shared bloodline eased the recently enthroned Emperor’s wariness, for Bloodline was difficult to fake.

Moreover, within the current world order, there were entities capable of targeting him within the Imperial Palace, but unless they lost their minds, none of those beings would appear before him.

“My name is Muria.” Muria introduced himself with a smile, his tone gentle and demeanor composed.

“Grandfather?”

The boy with small Dragon Horns on his forehead stood up, looking at the young man in front of him with surprise. He then examined the face that bore some resemblance to his Father, and felt somewhat convinced, but still held a touch of doubt in his heart.

Thus, an array of chains made from different Elements, carrying powerful sealing forces, appeared in mid-air, swiftly binding towards Muria’s body. Additionally, even more potent Magics materialized in the air, targeting Muria.