King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 258 - 258 253 Courting Death

Chapter 258: Chapter 253: Courting Death Chapter 258: Chapter 253: Courting Death Muria and Kaslana, who had hidden their figures and quietly watched everything that had just happened in the Teleportation Hall, watched as the figure of the holy warrior disappeared into the Teleportation Array.

“Shall we go to the Patrick Fortress? There, there should be many humans, like the holy warrior just now.”

“Let’s go,” Muria recalled the weather-beaten face of the holy warrior who worshipped the god of righteousness, Tyr. He could not find a trace of fear for death.

Why do ordinary people believe in deities, pray day and night, and give offerings? What are they seeking? Is it not because they want to enter the Divine Kingdom and gain eternal life under the protection of the deities as devout believers, after death?

But, just now, that holy warrior should know the consequence of saving the Bavaria Kingdom and potentially dying: the soul will suffer the pain of degradation. Even so, he insisted on going.

Muria realized his true faith, he worshipped Tyr because Tyr was the god of righteousness, not because he worshipped Tyr, he followed justice.

After Muria agreed, Kaslana swung her magic staff, activated the power of the Mage Tower, cast an eight-loop Teleportation Magic, and took Muria across half of Ionia, from one end of the continent to the other.

When the two dragons arrived at the Patrick Fortress, and just appeared above this fortress, the noise entered Muria’s ears, but Muria did not pay attention to the noise below, his eyes were attracted by the shocking scene outside the fortress.

A grey fog wall, with no known origin or endpoint, stood less than a thousand meters from the fortress, parallel to its city walls.

In the fog, you could see countless ghosts shuttling about. Above the earth covered by the fog, you could see a frightening number of undead wanderingabout.

Muria was familiar with this fog, it was the Undead Gray Mist, a derivative of the nine-looped Undead Cataclysm necromancy, under which all the dead are resurrected.

“That’s the territory of the Bavarian Kingdom!” Noticing Muria’s gaze, Kaslana stated.

“Who are you?” At this moment, a small group of well-equipped Griffon Knights slowly surrounded Muria and Kaslana. “State your name!”

“Hmm!” Muria frowned slightly, looking at the city walls of the fortress below, where besides thousands of soldiers either with bows or spears directed at him and Kaslana, there were dozens of crossbows and even several Magic Cannons being moved to aim at them.

“Presumptuous!” Kaslana was instantly furious when she saw that they came with Muria and were being surrounded by humans and even threatened to attack.

The delicate golden scales appeared from her eyes, a faint gold dragon phantom emerged from her back, the dragon’s prestige made the air solidify, which made the griffons cry out in fear, flapping their wings and under Dragon Prestige, became feeble, about to fall down with the knights on their backs.

“I am the guardian of dawn, Kaslana!” Despite being angry, the Golden Dragon Sister still gave her name.

“Misunderstanding, it is all a misunderstanding!” After hearing Kaslana’s voice, a Gold Rank general flew up from the city walls below, repeatedly bowing and apologizing to Muria and Kaslana.

Due to geographical restrictions, the Gold Rank general never heard of who the guardian of dawn was, but that didn’t prevent him from confirming the identities of Muria and Kaslana through Dragon Prestige. They were two golden dragons.

Since they were golden dragons, there was absolutely no need for surveillance and precaution. So while this general, who might have offended someone, was apologizing to Muria and Kaslana.

Griffon Knights quickly withdrew, the crossbows and Magic Cannons below were all returned to their original positions, the soldiers with bows and spears were all removed…

“This fortress is now on the highest level of alert, ready to strike at any moment, capable of responding instantly at the slightest sign of disturbance.” Muria adjusted the space ring in her hand, their compensation, watching the departing back of the general, and said to Kaslana.

“The Undead Gray Mist is so close to them, their posture seems very normal.”

“Step!” “Step!”… The uniform footfalls came into earshot, Muria looked towards the source of the sound, it was a heavily armored infantry legion, falling into squads of hundreds as they entered the fortress city.

“How many reinforcements have arrived?” When Muria and Kaslana landed onto a residential area within the fortress, they overhead some conversation.

“God knows how many legions there have been, ever since the fog appeared, the army has been continuously entering the fortress, they have almost never stopped!”

…

“Heh, are they stockpiling strength, waiting for the Undead Council to retreat?” Muria heard some of the pedestrians’ discussions from below, a sardonic expression crept onto her lips.

“Muria, don’t you think there are too many people in this city?” Kaslana, who was standing on a rooftop with Muria, was pointing at the crowded street below.

“They are adventurers.” Muria looked at the people below, observing their attire, she had basically confirmed their identities.

“They are all waiting here for the moment the Undead Gray Mist disperses.” Kaslana said, a look of disgust on her face.

“Such detestable actions.” Looking at the bustling humans below, Muria couldn’t help but think of carrion-eating vultures. It was an apt metaphor, those adventurers and the continuously deploying legions of the Kingdom of Aub, weren’t they just waiting to feast upon the “carrion” of the Bavaria Kingdom?

Compared to the previous crusaders who pawned their armor for travel expenses and came to support Bavaria Kingdom, these people were nauseating…

“Another group of fearless crusaders have assembled, ready to enter the Bavaria Kingdom.” A shout came, and the street leading to the city gate of the fortress quickly quieted down.

Following that, everyone on the crowded street had consciously started moving to the side, trying their utmost to shuffle towards either side and clear a path in the middle.

“Step!” “Step!”… The sound of horses’ hooves clattering against the ground spread through the quiet street, an unorganized cavalry force was advancing through the path cleared by the adventurers.

The cavalry, numbering just over three hundred, was a pitifully small group compared to the heavy infantry legions that had just entered the city. But this disorganized cavalry, with mismatched armor and weapons, possessed an aura that silenced the entire fortress.

It was because this was a squad comprised of crusaders, each of whom bore at least ten different types of divine art, glowing intensely with the light of magic.

This group of crusaders, who didn’t know each other before today, who held different faiths, and who came from different countries, had formed an alliance for the sake of righteousness, and to save their fellow people deeply embroiled in the Undead Cataclysm.

Wherever this group of crusaders passed, the adventurers on either side of the road lowered their heads one after another to pay homage.

At some point, a stirring piece of music began to slowly play. Upon hearing the music, the minstrels on both sides of the road took out their instruments and joined in — this was a tune that was very popular across the continent, and virtually every minstrel knew it.

Amid the inspiring, dignified, and solemn music, the crusaders walked out of the open fortress city gate and entered into the Undead Grey Mist…