King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 136 - 136 131 12 Years (4)

Chapter 136: Chapter 131: 12 Years (4) Chapter 136: Chapter 131: 12 Years (4) Thunder roared, and hurricanes howled. Muria drew a longbow nearly as large as his current forty-meter Titan Body, and a golden arrow began to materialize. The power within him surged frantically into the arrow, rapidly shifting it from ethereal to substantial.

From the moment he heard the cry of the Red Dragon, saw the sudden appearance of the Balrog, Muria morphed into Titan Form, contacted Cassio, grabbed his longbow, and formed the arrow – all of it happened within a brief span of ten breaths.

Muria’s response was incredibly swift and skilled. When he led the dragon brood to slaughter and battle in the Abyss Training Field, training these lazy creatures, he had already prepared himself to put out fires anywhere. He could not bear to see any of the Five Colored Dragons that he had painstakingly nurtured die in the Abyss Training Field.

“BOOM!” A furious wind blew, an eye-catching and radiant light arching across the sky toward the Balrog, which had seized Red Dragon Auston. Muria fired the arrow, powered by his Titan and Dragon King powers.

The rainbow ripped through the atmosphere at a shocking speed, triggering a series of sonic explosions in the dark sky and visible white airwaves near by, which overturned several nearby giants dragons.

“ROAR!” Seeing the rainbow of light shooting towards it, the Balrog felt a life threatening sense of danger. With an infuriated roar, it used Auston, now missing a wing, as a shield.

“Naive.” Seeing the Balrog using him as a shield, Red Dragon raised his head. His lava-like golden Dragon’s Eye narrowed, a scoffing expression evident as he looked at the hideous and ferocious Balrog.

“What kind of look is that?” Seeing the Red Dragon’s mockery, an ominous feeling arose in the heart of the Balrog, but it had no time to react, because Muria’s arrow had already arrived.

Under the astonished gaze of the Balrog, the sizable golden rainbow fragmented into more than twenty streaks, arcing along beautiful trajectories, circling the shield-like Red Dragon Auston and striking the head of the Balrog.

“BAM!” Everything was scattered – red, white, black… A mishmash of bloody flesh and bone were flung everywhere as the Balrog’s head was exploded by Muria’s arrow.

“Haha, that’s what you get for ambushing me!” Seeing the headless Balrog, Auston laughed boisterously, throwing the headless body onto the ground and savagely biting into it, venting his anger and the fear of facing death just now.

“Big brother, your wing.” Two red dragons that had been entangled with the Balrog earlier flew to Auston’s side. One of them picked up the wing that was ripped off Auston by the Balrog and tossed aside, and handed it to Auston.

“Andre, Albert, be careful.” Having vented their frustration, the Red Dragons were finally able to simmer down, accepting his wing with a grave expression and warning his brothers. “When you see a Major Demon, don’t hesitate. Go straight to Muria, he will protect us. He doesn’t want us to die.”

“We know.” the two Red Dragons nodded. With Auston’s miserable state right before their eyes, they gained a full understanding of the gap between them and the Major Demon. Not everyone can battle against the odds.

“Vroom!” A radiant teleportation circle materialized beneath Red Dragon Auston. Then, with a flash of spirit light, the seriously injured Auston vanished along with his wing.

“Big brother was transported back by Cassio.”

“Hmm, let’s continue killing demons. Be careful, this is the Titan’s training ground. For us, the difficulty is quite high.”

“I know, dragon’s life is the most important. Muria said so.”

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“Thank goodness!” Seeing Red Dragon Auston being teleported away by Cassio, Muria let out a sigh of relief. Although these Red Dragons were quite unruly when they were first born due to their inheritance, now they have become very “obedient” after his forty years of “careful teaching”.

Every dragon is precious to Muria. Not to mention the resources he invested in them, he could not bear to see any dragon die just considering the time and energy he spent to bend their nature. They are his future “capital”.

Immortality is Muria’s basic bottom line. As long as they don’t die, he will push them to the brink. Muria needs a group of all-round developed elite dragons, not a group of useless dragons who rely on their talents to survive.

Red Dragon Auston’s injuries looked quite severe – a wing was torn off and several areas were missing, blood flowing freely, but for a gold-ranked dragon, as long as it doesn’t die, even the heaviest injuries can be recovered. The physique of a gold-ranked dragon has reached the point of limb regeneration.

In mid-air, with a longbow in hand and with a faint smile, Muria, swept up by the Thunder Hurricane, accepted the many dragons’ gaze of adoration and fear. But no one noticed the fine fractures appearing on Muria’s Titan form, covering his whole body, and faint golden blood emerged from the fractures.

These wounds that covered his entire body appeared for only a moment and under the effect of Muria’s strong physique, they quickly healed. If not for the few drops of pale gold blood remaining on his body, it would be hard to believe that he had been injured at all.

Muria had a faint smile on his face, but his hand gripping the longbow had knuckles protruding and turning slightly pale, and the alloy bow body made of a mixture of several high-grade metals was slightly twisted, as if Muria would squeeze it out of shape.

Whatever you do, there is a price to pay. Muria, with the strength of the Golden Rank Five peak, fired an arrow within ten breaths to directly bombard and kill a Soul Intent level Balrog, which looked majestic. But in fact, he paid a certain price.

Within ten breaths, he concentrated enough force into an arrow to kill a Soul-level Great Demon and leave it powerless to resist. In such a short time, not to mention anything else, the power that Muria exerted in such a short time exceeded the limits of his physique, the wild power inside his body had been blown into a mess, even the skin on his body had been cracked.

Moreover, this Balrog, both in terms of rank and strength, was much stronger than the Horned Demon that Muria had previously killed. One more step for Balrog, and it would become a top demon of the Abyss, the Balrog Flame Demon. It was such an existence that Muria killed with one arrow.

“Nice.” A voice of admiration came, “Muria, you are indeed the one who inherited the bloodline of the Epic Titan and Dragon King. If I were on your level, I would definitely not be your match.”

“Atrean.” Muria turned his head and saw a Titan holding a spear, carrying a demon head dripping with hot lava-like blood, “You’ve killed this Balrog Flame Demon so quickly.”

“You’ve already killed two Soul Intent Level demons. If I don’t kill this Balrog Flame Demon now, won’t I be laughed at by you.”