King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1354 - 1354 1338 For the Conquest of You All

Chapter 1354: Chapter 1338: For the Conquest of You All Chapter 1354: Chapter 1338: For the Conquest of You All “What a pity indeed!”

The handsome swordsman, invisible to the eyes of mortals, sighed, but he showed no signs of taking action, which surprised Muria, who had thought a battle was about to ensue.

When this handsome swordsman appeared, Muria had already known his identity—one of the eight supreme gods from the local domain, the God of Slaughter.

This was information he had gathered over several months of travel from the myths and legends spread throughout the cities of this domain. Deities that exist thanks to faith naturally don’t conceal much about themselves; in fact, they display everything they can, including but not limited to their divine names, combat styles, and even weapons.

The reason Muria was so surprised was that, according to legend, the deity before him was the very god responsible for slaughter among the eight supreme gods of this domain.

Moreover, the title of supreme god is only a local term; the eight supreme gods are merely eight deities that possess the status of true gods. Muria was unclear about their specific strengths, but he could confirm that at least one of them possessed intermediate divine strength.

He was so certain because his investigation of his allotted domain at the Pantheon Meeting, using the Yiluo Heavenly Mirror, had met with the greatest obstacle here, almost yielding no useful information. It was for this reason that he found himself here.

“I have refused your request; now, what do you plan to do?” Muria’s gaze fell on the swordsman’s waist where an ancient long sword hung, “moments ago, I was fully prepared to witness the sharpness of the Mark of Heaven.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint Your Excellency, as I have no intention of unsheathing my sword against you here,” the deity, whose features were delicate and hardly seemed like those of the slaughtering sort, smiled faintly at Muria, giving him a feeling of being graced by the spring breeze.

“Oh, is it because you are concerned about these mortals?” Muria’s gaze shifted slightly as he looked toward the bustling, thriving marketplace beside him, recalling the ancient legends that were passed down throughout this vast land.

The god before him, skilled in slaughter, was a standard deity of faith, born out of the prayers of living beings, existing for the protection of all creatures.

Many years ago, in an age long past, a Hundred-headed Serpent ravaged the earth; its body as massive as a mountain range and when it lifted its heads, it easily touched the top of the sky dome; it could fill the deepest gorges with its body.

When the serpent moved, the earth trembled, and when it thirsted, it drained thousands of rivers, bringing drought; while its sleeping drool created floods.

When it hungered, creatures would vanish from the face of the earth—a monster whose mere movement could cause mass extinction.

Countless creatures howled in agony because of the serpent, struggling desperately on the brink of existence. Thus, more and more beings hoped for the arrival of something mighty to slay the serpent and end the natural disasters it wrought upon the land.

Over time, as the wishes related to the serpent’s activities grew stronger, a hero born specifically to kill the serpent emerged amidst the endless prayers.

In the hero’s earliest days, his power was not significant, but as he killed the spirits and monsters born from the serpent’s movements to protect the creatures, his strength began to grow and he became increasingly powerful.

Hence, his fame spread over the land plagued with demon beasts, and as more people sung praises of his name, desiring his protection…

The hero, inherently destined to end the chaos caused by the serpent’s rampages, did not fail the creatures’ hopes; more and more powerful monsters fell by his sword.

So when the hero declared he would slay the serpent and end the era of chaos, despite the skepticism, there were also those who chose to believe in him. The believers gathered numerous skilled artisans, pooled together all sorts of alien treasures of the time, and forged an unparalleled divine sword—Zang Rong.

Then, accompanied by the prayers of all creatures, the hero swung the divine sword that embodied their fervent wishes, cutting off all heads of the serpent, and used the sword as a price to seal the serpent’s remnants in the center of the earth.

As a symbol of victory, the hero who slew the serpent took the serpent’s tail bone and forged a new divine sword—the Mark of Heaven. He then ascended to godhood, becoming one of the eight supreme gods, the God of Slaughter.

“It’s much more than that!” The deity, who stood in front of Muria and was far from the resolute and brave serpent-slaying hero of legend, shook his head,

“Your Excellency’s power is so great that I feel oppressed by it, but since you haven’t done anything to harm the world during this time, I have no need to act against you.”

“So, you are willing to let me walk freely in the world you protect?” Muria asked with interest.

“Of course not, if you are unwilling to leave, then I can only stay by your side,” the God of Slaughter responded politely, showing no rudeness from the moment he appeared until now, as far as Muria could tell.

“Well then, do as you wish.”

With the master of the house coming to visit and expressing no “objection” to his continued sightseeing, Muria naturally wouldn’t leave without accomplishing his purpose.

Thus, Muria, accompanied by the local God of Slaughter, continued to travel leisurely through the Eight Gods Domain, surveying local cultures and landscapes, all the while collecting the various pieces of information he needed.

…

“How long must we tolerate this otherworldly visitor, this foreign deity? Are we to simply let him wander freely in our world?”

“As long as the God of Slaughter is with him, it’s not a big problem.”

“It is not for that reason; what I meant to say is, can we really allow an otherworldly deity to wander about our territory at will without our consent? How great a blow is this to our dignity?”

“Rain Nest God, what do you suggest we do?”

“Of course, we should expel this disrespectful deity. No divine beings are welcome here.”

“God of Slaughter has made it clear that, even with the Mark of Heaven in hand, he has no confidence in confronting that deity, let alone expelling Them.”

“Just one is not enough; we can add our strength. Eight supreme deity leaders joining hands can surely overpower Him and expel Him.”

“If you want to do it, then go ahead, I’m not interested. Don’t drag me into such troublesome matters.”

“Mountain Control God, how can you be so cowardly?” The surging sea waves rolled above the ocean, with a glimpse of a black giant fish shaking its tail in the deep sea.

“It’s simply that I do not want to trouble myself over some meaningless reasons. If you wish to make enemies out of an unknown formidable foe for such futile bravado, then go ahead, I won’t stop you, but don’t drag me into it.”

“Hmph!”

“Enough, let’s not quarrel. We all know that the deity comes from beyond the Portal, and we could have a proper conversation with Them to learn about the outside world.”

“Why bother understanding the outside world? Deep-Dwelling God, do you perhaps want to check it out? Our world is vast enough.”

“No, I’m just considering potential enemies.”

“Let the God of Slaughter have a proper conversation with that Excellency, to gain as much information about the outside as possible without offending the other party.”

…

“Mr. Mu, you come from beyond this gate, right?”

Outside the Domain’s Spatial Tunnel, a young man with a Divine Sword strapped to his waist looked up in admiration at the brilliant light reaching from the earth to the sky, before curiously turning to the handsome young man beside him, whose face was sharp as if carved by a knife.

“Hmm.” Muria looked at the brightly colored Domain Tunnel in front of him, feeling no stir of emotion. At first, he might have been surprised and praised it, but as with anything viewed repeatedly, one would eventually grow tired, and so it was for him.

“What is the world like beyond the gate? Can you tell me?” The deity in charge of slaughter and judgment appeared to hold a curiosity completely unbecoming of Their deadly Role.

“Instead of asking me, why don’t you go through the gate and see for yourself?” Muria looked at the deity beside him, “Wouldn’t that be better than the answer I could give you?”

Upon hearing Muria’s suggestion, the God of Slaughter contemplated for a moment and then slowly shook Their head, “No, I am fine right here.”

“Are you worried, or should I say, are you afraid of something? I can tell you with certainty that a being like you would stand at the apex even beyond that gate. Few could pose a threat to your existence.”

“Excellency, you are one of them, so you must also be one of the most revered in the world beyond the gate!”

“Not quite yet, but soon. In a little while, I will become the most exalted being you’re referring to.”

Muria said with an implied meaning, and then added, “Are you sure you don’t want to go have a look?”

“No need, Mr. Mu. You can just tell me about it briefly.”

“Aren’t you afraid I might fabricate a fictional world that doesn’t exist to deceive you?”

“I trust your character.”

“Tch, alright then, I’ll tell you. The world beyond this Portal is not as good as you imagine. Its area is less than one-tenth of your world. However, it has one peculiarity—there stand thousands of gates just like the one before you, each connected to various Domains of different sizes.”

Muria established a much larger worldview for the rural deity beside him, and this undoubtedly delivered a tremendous shock to that God, as well as to the seven deities who were quietly eavesdropping behind Them.

“This…” But before the God of Slaughter could express any emotion, Muria delivered an even greater shock.

“Actually, your world and the outside are one and the same; that’s why I could arrive here so effortlessly without facing any resistance… And my purpose for coming here is not for sightseeing or tourism, but for conquest.”