King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 305 - 305 300 Ten Thousand Transformations

Chapter 305: Chapter 300: Ten Thousand Transformations Chapter 305: Chapter 300: Ten Thousand Transformations “How is this possible?” Looking at Yingdila who had transformed into a Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon, Muria was visibly taken aback.

If he had not just killed the Pale Blood Devourer himself, exterminating its soul, Muria would have thought that the Unusual Tooth Dragon had resurrected. But that’s impossible.

The Unusual Tooth Dragon is thoroughly dead. His nine divine weapons and armor possess the power to injure souls, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to blast through the Bone Dragon Army in the Bavaria Kingdom.

The Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon roaring at the sky in front of him was just a shape Yingdila had shifted into. Its aura was extremely similar to the Pale Blood Devourer but when Muria calmed down and carefully sensed it, he still identified some differences between the two.

After all, Muria, having battled this Evil Dragon, could clearly distinguish some subtle differences, but the others definitely couldn’t.

“Almost a hundred percent perfect mimicry, the tiny differences with the original should be ignored.” Muria muttered to himself, “So this is your Bloodline ability, Yingdila. It’s really astonishing.”

“What do you think, Muria?” Yingdila, having transformed into the Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon, flew up to Muria with a somewhat self-satisfied demeanor.

“An amazing ability.” Muria stared into the face of the fierce creature in front of him, “So, after eating any creature, you can change into their form?”

“Seems like it.” The vicious dragon scratched its chin, “Want me to eat a few more to confirm?”

With that, Yingdila’s malicious gaze turned to Otlis, the Red Dragon, who was already dumbfounded. “Muria, let me swallow him.”

“No,” Muria flatly refused. This was a dragon he had put a great deal of effort into mastering, and it was now showing signs of complete loyalty and faithfulness.

“Alright then! What about these… Can I eat them?” Having shifted into the form of the Evil Dragon, Yingdila’s eyes landed on the scattered remains nearby as corrosive saliva dripped slowly from her mouth.

Muria looked around. The charred remains of various monsters, left over from the massacre perpetrated by the Red Dragons, and the severed limbs and claws left behind from his slaughter of the Mutated Fang Dragons, were strewn about.

“Sure,” he answered.

“Ha ha, you’re the best, Muria.” Hearing Muria’s agreement, Yingdila let out a cheer and transformed back into her Primitive Form, identical to Muria’s, before she began to eat again…

“Prince Mureya, what is this creature?” At some point, Red Dragon Otlis, who had just been examining corpses, moved to Muria’s side. The huge Red Dragon hid behind Muria’s back, trembling violently. Muria could feel its terror.

“Are you scared of Yingdila?” Muria looked at Otlis who was metaphorically behaving like a rat confronted by a cat.

“I can feel it, she wants to eat me.” The Red Dragon responded in a fearful tone, as Yingdila’s gaze had already intimidated it twice.

As a dragon, it had a highly acute spiritual sense. There was no ill will or murderous intent in Yingdila’s gaze, only hunger. And that was why it was frightened.

It, the Scarlet Wing, a mature Red Dragon at the Peak of Soul Intent, was being regarded as food. So naturally, Otlis was terrified. He knew that if it weren’t for Muria, he might already have been eaten.

“Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, she won’t eat you,” Muria reassured the trembling dragon, which was more than ten times his age, somewhat helplessly.

“Prince, what is she exactly?” The Red Dragon asked fearfully staring at Yingdila who was engaged in eating.

Though Yingdila’s present form outwardly bore an extreme resemblance to Muria, they, being creatures of their calibre, were anything but superficial. They wouldn’t make a ludicrous connection between Yingdila and Muria based on their appearances. After all, there were too many ways to change one’s appearance and aura.

To the Red Dragon, Otlis, Yingdila felt like a black hole, continuously devouring everything around it. In contrast, Muria, when revealing his true identity, felt like the sun, a wholly different existence. Even if Otlis had lost his wit, he would not link them together.

“She hails from the Endless Void.” Muria looked at Yingdila, whose mouth was twitching, and answered Otlis’ question.

Yingdila’s method of devouring these monster remains was different from that of Muria feeding her elemental crystals. Her way of eating was simple, or perhaps, this was her real way of consumption. Open mouth, close mouth, and then swallow.

The moment she opened her mouth, a devouring force would affect the object she was staring at, making the “food” levitate, shrink under the effects of spatial force, and finally drop into Yingdila’s stomach.

The terrifying part was that Yingdila’s food was not only the remains of the monsters but also the surrounding earth. So, where Yingdila had passed, a layer of the ground had vanished. It was a true case of digging three feet into the earth.

“No wonder.” After hearing the origin of Yingdila, Otlis’ gaze became more respectful.

He knew what the Void represented. It was a place where only Legendary Dragons or Ancient Dragons could survive. Note, just survive. To behave freely in the Void, one must at least be a Dragon King.

“Still want to clean the battlefield?” Muria looked down at the Red Dragon, a teasing gleam in his eyes.

“No need to clean up anymore.” Otlis shook his head vigorously, like a wave drum. Given a choice between treasure and life, he of course chose life.

“Then come, look with me.”

“Look for what?”

“Do you know why the Pale Blood Devourer chose to build its castle here?”

Otlis glanced at the mountains around them and remained silent. Tooth dragons liked to move in mountainous areas and it was normal for them to build their nests there. Of course, as an old dragon that had been tempered by time, it would not speak out what it was thinking.

“I have no idea.”

“There is an entrance to a Semi Plane nearby.” Seeing Otlis’ breath quicken, Muria added, “belonging to a Legendary Mage.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know, but it should be somewhere in this area.”

Otlis hesitated, wanting to speak. He very much wanted to ask Muria how he knew all this. This was their first time on this Subcontinent, let alone this location.

…”Prince Mureya.” Not long after Muria had started searching for the entrance to the half-plane with the Red Dragon, a teleportation gate formed in the sky. Extremely Old Green Dragon Orina arrived, having followed the coordinates given by Muria.

The giant cat Troy, Demon Hunter Leon, Klaeste and the other six Rebel Dragons, as well as the twelve young Five Colored Dragons whom they were “diligently” teaching, all arrived too.