King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1398 - 1398 1367 I Think You Need Help

Chapter 1398: Chapter 1367: I Think You Need Help Chapter 1398: Chapter 1367: I Think You Need Help It sounded like a good thing at first, but after some thought, it felt very wrong. What did it mean to dispatch a legion to help clear out monsters? What was the intention behind this? Did the deity think he was a fool? He had seen such ploys before.

But the problem was, even if he knew there was an issue, what could he do about it? The other party was capable of suppressing that incomplete and defective ferocious beast with a mere gesture, while he was a weak deity who was subdued and beaten by that very same defective creature; he simply had no grounds to refuse this “kind” and “compensatory” act filled with “good intentions”.

“Your Excellency, I, Toran Dade Aino, thank you for your help!”

So, the deity with only feeble divine power acknowledged he truly had no strength to resist. He did not dare to pursue the other’s sinister act of tossing a ferocious beast into his domain and even had to squeeze out a smile with gratitude for the other’s brazen invasion of his domain.

“Ah, no need to thank me, this is what I should do, after all, it was my mistake that caused such a mess here.”

Muria, with a gentle smile, casually revealed the imposing aura of someone with powerful divine force, suppressing the natural outpouring of divine light from the deity before him against his own body.

The deity of hunting and protection felt increasingly aggrieved and resentful inside, while outwardly his demeanor and emotions became more sycophantic, for his chief deity simply could not respond to him, and even if there were a response, it likely wouldn’t be enough to match the seemingly righteous being before him.

Toran had already felt the terror of the divine power held by this being. Although he did not know what divine office the other held, such a shameless act was surely not the work of some useless deity’s office.

“Your Excellency, my losses are not that severe. There is no need for you to compensate.”

Although he knew it would be difficult to reject the other’s “kindness,” Toran still tried a final struggle, just in case there was a slim chance.

“No, no, no, you are wilfully blind, your slaughtered believers have even damaged your core, how can you say it’s nothing? Could it be that you fear my power?

If that is the case, then you need not worry about that. If you knew me, you would understand that I am a very gentle and kind being.”

Muria said with a shameless face, casting a despairing blow to the hopes of the much weaker deity before him and completely shattering their last sliver of expectation, leaving them to place hope upon their last resort—their chief deity.

“No matter who it is, as long as I have caused loss to someone, I will certainly offer appropriate compensation.”

“Thank you for your kindness and benevolence.”

Toran uttered words of flattery so insincere they felt unbelievable even to himself, while his true form, far away in the Divine Kingdom, was completely losing composure, venting his anger within his own domain.

Yet, the avatar that appeared before Muria continued to maintain the same reverence as just moments before, seemingly genuinely respectful to the far more powerful being before him.

The motion and stillness between the original form and the avatar, if seen by others, might suggest they were two unrelated beings, or even that this being had suffered a mental split.

“I’ve told you there’s no need to be polite; it’s destruction that I caused, and I naturally have to help you restore it to its original state.”

While Muria presented his dignity and tranquility, on the other hand, he cut through space with an unstoppable force, establishing a stable spatial tunnel to a serene domain.

Then, within the extremely complex gaze of the deity of hunting and protection, Toran, a legion of giants capable of making the very land resonate with their movement appeared in his line of sight.

It was Muria’s Mountain Giant Legion. Under the long-term influence of Muria’s Titan Bloodline, especially after Muria became a divine being, the bloodline shackles on most of his giants had been lifted.

Gold Rank giants were almost commonplace, Soul Intent Level giants were not rare, and even legendary giants were not few and far between.

Thus, the deity Toran witnessed an army of giants with an average strength so astonishing that he was struck with awe, and subsequently, he presented his queries to Muria,

“Your Excellency, is this the legion you have sent to rebuild my ruins?”

“Is there a problem?” Muria feigned puzzlement in his reply.

“Your legion might be a bit too strong,” Toran said with some difficulty. This seemed less like it was for rebuilding his domain, and more like it was for conquest.

Although this legion claimed to come here for the purpose of reconstruction, its true essence was for conquest and invasion. At least make some effort to disguise it, but such blatantly powerful average strength suggested that this being had no intention of concealment whatsoever.

It was as if he was about to directly state that the monster from before was his doing and the dispatching of the legion was for conquering your domain. But even with such blatant behavior, Toran did not dare to directly pierce through this thin veil.

Because some things, once said, can never be taken back. Now the pretense meant this being still held onto a sliver of face, giving him time to wait for a turn of events or a chance for remedy.

“Strong?”

As for the praise from this deity, Muria appeared indifferent. To take pleasure from the flattery of someone weaker would indeed be a sad affair.