King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1403 - 1403 1369 Excuse for God Killing_2

Chapter 1403: Chapter 1369: Excuse for God Killing_2 Chapter 1403: Chapter 1369: Excuse for God Killing_2 Such behavior, while it made Him seem exceptionally brave and resolute, also carried with it a hint of disparagement. This was, by no means, tolerable; even if one had to submit to other deities and become a Subordinate God, one must still secure a position second only to one deity and above all others. Only then would one do justice to oneself.

“Of course. I had the guts to do this before my ascension; if I don’t dare to force my way into your divine kingdom with intermediate divine strength after my ascension, wouldn’t that mean I ascended in vain?”

“I’m not like that bird god under your command; don’t lump me in with that waste.”

The King of the Wind Elves spoke with some frustration. When He learnt that the Feathered Fire God had bowed and submitted to an existence with strength equivalent to His own, He was disdainful.

He looked down upon this fellow who had lost the face of the deities and even felt ashamed to be associated with Him as a deity. Now, hearing Muria compare Him to this individual whom He considered waste, naturally, He was immensely angered.

“Uh! Just a moment.”

Muria revealed a warm smile and even paused His encroachment upon the Kingdom of Wind. Such an action left the elf king puzzled until He quickly realized what this being, who now considered Himself His lord, had just done.

“Hmph, I’ll see what sort of toy you are to dare call me waste!”

With a voice full of rage, a tide of red surged from behind Muria. Accompanied by the spread of a red aura, a deity with crimson wings appeared behind Muria, His eyes ablaze with tangible Divine Fire, glaring at the King of the Wind Elves, who appeared to be made entirely of a breeze.

“You called over the Feathered Fire God?”

The King of the Wind Elves looked at Muria with incredulity. This newfound Death Lord had outwitted Him with His tricks—running off to tattle, of all things.

“What else?” Muria seemed somewhat surprised by the Wind God’s reaction, “You denigrate my Subordinate God in front of me; do you think I should provide cover for you?”

“But this…” The King of the Wind Elves looked at the Feathered Fire God, who had appeared in His divine kingdom, seething with anger, wanting to say something, but ultimately chose to shut His mouth.

“Ha, do you want to deny what you just said? If you wish to deny it, don’t you think it’s a bit too late?”

The rage in the Feathered Fire God’s heart had already formed tangible Divine Fire, spewing forth from His eyes. As a deity, He had been called waste by another deity—an insult that was, by no means, tolerable, and with His current identity, He certainly didn’t need to tolerate it.

“Why should I deny it? You are, in fact, waste. Do you think just because you have your lord god to support you, I won’t dare say it?”

“Come on, let’s see what qualifications you, who don’t even possess a body of your own, have to talk such big words!”

The Feathered Fire God no longer refrained. Crimson divine flames erupted from His body, obscuring His form, much like a rising sun.

Space twisted, the Heavenly River was vaporized and annihilated, and elemental beings living within it were wiped out en masse. This was an extremely cruel scene of destruction, but it was merely an inconsequential ripple of a deity’s rage.

The real target of this deity was the lord of this world, an existence that had already stirred a tremendous storm. Wind and Fire began to collide, blue and crimson intertwined, with the flames starting to spread within the blue world.

Watching this violent scene unfold, Muria wisely stepped aside and then appreciated what was a fairly decent battle between deities.

Because the King of the Wind Elves still cared about face, He chose, despite facing a peer deity without the support of a divine kingdom, not to continue with His divine kingdom’s support.

Because of the King of the Wind Elves’ “noble” actions, the battle before Muria was rather interesting to watch, at the very least not dull.

“Death Lord, do you intend to let your Subordinate God fight in your place?”

The King of the Wind Elves, who was currently engaged in a heated battle with the Feathered Fire God, suddenly called out to Muria, who was watching from the sidelines,

“Or are you waiting for your Subordinate God to deplete some of my strength before you personally take the field?”

“There’s no need to provoke me with words, rest assured, I won’t engage in such shameless acts. From now on, the Feathered Fire God is my proxy; if you lose to Him in battle, then you will submit to me obediently.”

“Then what if I win?”

“Win? Then naturally, I will take Him with me and leave this place,” Muria said gleefully. “And remember, you may not use the Divine Realm Laws to bolster yourself in battle. Should you do so, consider it an admission of defeat.”

“There’s no need for you to say that, I’ll adhere to it. A mere bird god, hardly requiring the Power of the God’s realm, I can easily subdue Him.”

“Who gave you the audacity to speak so boldly?” the Feathered Fire God raged, the trembling sound of his Divine Weapon resonating.

Because the King of the Wind Elves, again and again, showed contempt, the Feathered Fire God, choosing to defend his own face, directly handed over his Divine Artifact and commenced a fierce battle with him.

…

“Lord Mureya, congratulations on ascending to Powerful Divine Force and becoming the great Majesty of the Netherworld!”

A goddess, whose identity primarily revolved around [War] and [Victory], offered her congratulations to Muria with a graceful figure and curtsy.

“Hmm,” Muria looked at the goddess below, who once converted for the sake of faith, feeling not the slightest ripple in his heart, even as she bore astonishing beauty.

“Your Majesty Muria, I wonder if you still remember our initial agreement?”

Such an indifferent response and demeanor slightly disappointed the goddess, but she wasn’t discouraged, as long as she could achieve her goal, it didn’t matter how.

“Of course, I remember. Asking another deity to help slay one’s own Father, such a request is the first I’ve encountered, hard to forget.” The avatar, seated at the Divine Palace’s main seat, responded languidly, obviously aware of the goddess’s purpose for coming, but he had no intention of agreeing just yet.

“So now you…”

“Now is not the time,” Muria interrupted the dutiful child.

“But you have already ascended to Powerful Divine Force,” the goddess of War and Victory grew anxious. She realized that this individual, who had taken most of her fortune, seemed to want to stand her up.

“So what? This simply puts me on the same level as your father, but it doesn’t mean I can bring about his fall. Currently, I am no match for your father.

And you know your father holds the [Earth] God Position, to say he boasts the strongest defense among the deities is probably just an accurate description, not an exaggeration.”

“To other deities, my father’s defense is indestructible, but not to you. You wield [Death]. Even my father’s strongest defense cannot withstand the Death God Power.”

“I told you, it’s not time yet, you should leave!”

Muria waved his hand impatiently. This gender-switched goddess wanted to use Him as a pawn, He understood clearly. Yet, Muria had His reasons for slaying the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains at a moment in the future.

He needed an excuse, whether reasonable or not, such an excuse had to exist. That way, He wouldn’t force other gods to unite against Him, for no one likes a madman.

“So when will it be time? Surely, you can’t keep dragging this on?” The goddess remained unwilling to let go, as finding a Powerful Divine Force willing to take action at His persuasion was incredibly rare.

“It depends on opportunity; how could I possibly clarify such matters? Right now, I am in the midst of conquering other deities; after I complete the first tier of my plan, the time will almost be right.”

“What first tier?” The goddess felt confused.

“That is my plan; it’s not convenient to disclose it. Please return for now, and wait for my notice. Rest assured, the fall of a Powerful Divine Force is something I would like to see, and I do not go back on my word.”

Muria thought for a moment and decided to give the goddess some reassurance, to prevent her from coming to Him frequently when it wasn’t necessary. Although nothing would happen, it would still have a negative impact.