King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1355 - 1355 1239 The Monster that Leaves the Gods

Chapter 1355: Chapter 1239: The Monster that Leaves the Gods Helpless Chapter 1355: Chapter 1239: The Monster that Leaves the Gods Helpless “Mr. Mu, you are joking, aren’t you?” Upon hearing Muria’s words, the God of Killing was immediately startled, and his hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of the Divine Sword at his waist.

“Do you think I enjoy joking?” Muria slightly tilted his head, smiling as he asked.

“You’re serious?”

“Of course, what else did you think I came here for? You couldn’t possibly believe I came just to visit, could you?”

“If that’s the case,” the god, whose appearance had perpetually remained in the prime state of suppressing the Giant Serpent, slowly drew the sword from his waist. A segment of the snow-white blade was unsheathed, silencing everything, as the aura capable of effortlessly cleaving space dispersed.

“Don’t get agitated—wait till I finish speaking before you draw your sword,” Muria said.

Facing the god who had already drawn his sword, Muria still maintained a warm smile, “Here’s the thing, it was about five years ago, I received an invitation…”

Muria unreservedly recounted his participation in the assembly of Gods, forming alliances with those powerful deities to divide the world, to this rural deity who knew nothing of the outside world, undeniably causing another profound shock to his worldview.

“Mr. Mu, according to what you said, our world has been allocated to you, and we have become your subjects without even being aware of it,” the God of Killing said, his face displaying a mixture of skepticism, conflict, and disbelief. These emotions interwove, making his expression incredibly nuanced.

“No, that’s not quite right, because you never agreed, so you can’t be considered my subjects, and besides, I am not ruling your world,” Muria shook his head.

“It is merely that after I conquer your world, the outside will recognize my rule over it—nothing more.”

“” The God of Killing was silent; he was completely at a loss for words and needed some time to digest the news he had received.

“Your world is one I must conquer because this domain you belong to is the broadest and richest among the domains assigned to me.”

Muria spoke freely, because he harbored no schemes. His own power dictated that what he intended to do was an irresistible tide of majesty; even if enemies knew about it, all they could do was helplessly accept it.

“Is there no room for negotiation?” the God of Killing asked, feeling somewhat reluctant. The longer he interacted with Muria, the more he felt Muria’s terror.

Unlike a certain deity who clamored to expel Muria, He who wielded the power of slaughter now desired to do everything possible to avoid conflict with Muria. Of course, if it truly became unavoidable, He would still draw his sword.

The hero who had fought to the death against the terrifying Giant Serpent for the sake of all creatures, though now a deity, still remained true to his original aspirations, never forgetting the purpose of his existence.

“I cannot give up your domain; that much you must understand. Moreover, if those deities who attended that conference achieve conquest, and I fail to do so, then…”

“What would happen?”

“I don’t know,” Muria spread his hands, “But it’s certainly nothing good. After all, my existence is rather troublesome to those fellows; indeed, there are quite a few deities who want to eliminate me.”

“I understand,” the God of Killing gripped his sword tightly.

“No, you don’t understand. Whether I conquer your domain will directly affect my survival, so I cannot compromise on this matter, but the manner of conquest could be negotiable.”

Muria stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to the vague shadows that flickered behind the God of Killing. As Muria spoke, the shadows behind the God of Killing gradually faded as well.

“What is there to negotiate?” the God of Killing asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I have established a force, named the Nine Heavens Divine Court. You can consider it as a type of organization created specifically to gather deities. I know you resist being conquered, but what if I invited you to join the Divine Court I established?”

“How is that different from being conquered?”

“There is a difference. Although there is a hierarchical relationship within the Divine Court I established, the daily interactions are similar to what you are used to now, without much constraint. You only need to obey my commands during wartime.

But if you resist and force me to use force, then some of you may fall as a result, and it would cause some destruction to your beautiful domain, a scenario I certainly hope does not happen.”

“Are there only these two choices?”

“Yes, only two. Choose to join my Divine Court, or fight against me. Whichever outcome you choose, I will gladly accept it, although I would be happier with the former.”

“May I have some time to discuss it further?”

“Of course,” Muria was quite composed. The so-called eight great supreme gods in his eyes were nothing but homebodies. Among them, the God of Killing was somewhat competent, but the other seven were miserably weak, just slightly higher in divine power. He felt he could defeat them single-handedly.

It wasn’t long before Muria soon received the verdict of the discussion among the eight True Gods—they were willing to join the Divine Court, but they had a precondition: they hoped Muria would demonstrate the power of the lord of the Divine Court.

“How do you want me to demonstrate power?” Muria looked interestedly at the deity who had reappeared in front of him.

“Please slay a Demon Beast that we have sealed for nearly ten thousand years!”

“Hmm? Hundred-headed Serpent? I remember in the myths, wasn’t this great beast slain by you? And wasn’t it precisely through this deed that you ascended to godhood?”

Muria looked somewhat surprised at the God of Killing. The activities of powerful creatures inevitably give rise to legendary deeds. Though uncertain if any creatures remained hidden, given the current state of the eight godly domains, the strongest monster should be the Giant Serpent this deity had once slain.

“The later generations exaggerated my accomplishments. In truth, I did not slay that monster,” the God of Killing said with some embarrassment. This publicly concealed secret among high-level deities felt somewhat shameful to admit to an external god.

“My greatest feat was merely chopping its tail while it was asleep, and even the sealing was completed with the cooperation of several other divine beings.”

“Oh? From what you’re saying, the Giant Serpent’s strength seems quite formidable,” Muria’s eyes sparkled with interest. A monster capable of rivaling deities, even putting the Divine Capital in a tough spot, was a rare creature no matter the world.