King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 435 - 435 430

Chapter 435: 430 Chapter 435: 430 “The outcome of the war is already decided, it’s only a matter of time before it ends,” said Dragon mother Atreus nonchalantly, “so there’s no need for us to stay here. The results of the war will not change without us.”

Muria glanced at the battlefield, which was practically one-sided, and quietly nodded. This war was like an adult bullying a ten-year-old child. The Medis Kingdom had no power to resist. There would be no surprises in the outcome.

“So, come with me. Let’s move on to the next step and claim our spoils of war.” The Dragon Mother made her way to the war chariot, scooped up Yingdila who was driving and casually hugged her, “If you don’t go, I’ll just take them with me first.”

“I’ll come.” Muria immediately agreed, referring to Yingdila and Remilia. Ever since the Dragon Mother met these two lovely Lolis, she’s been teaching them all kinds of knowledge, which sometimes makes Muria wonder who their real mother is.

“Good.” Dragon mother Atreus pointed a delicate finger and gently clicked on the void. A vortex-like space gate formed instantly, then she stretched out her hand towards Muria and pulled three creatures disguised as humans, chariot and all, into the spatial vortex.

The chaotic sounds of battle disappeared from Muria’s ears, the roars of the giant dragons, the battle cries of the giants, the screams of the Zor elves before their death… all vanished. The air became incredibly quiet in an instant, making Muria slightly uncomfortable.

The only sounds left were the heavy breathing of the nine-headed evil beast pulling the chariot, and the faint noise coming from the city below.

The Zor Elves city was beneath them. Predominantly in dark purple, its beautifully scattered buildings adorned with bright glyphs that flickered, making the entire city look like a magnificent piece of artwork, invoking a desire to collect it.

“These Zor elves may be somewhat ugly, but their artistic achievements are impeccable. This can reveal their good aesthetic taste. I just don’t understand why they chose the Spider Queen Rose as their worshipped deity. What’s good about worshipping such an ugly god?”

After the golden dragon mother reined in the luminescence naturally exuding from herself, she disguised herself as unremarkable and muttered to herself in a voice filled with incomprehension and disdain for Spider Queen Rose.

“Mother, strictly speaking, Zor elves are just a bit dark. Their facial features are exquisite and they are not related to ugliness,” Muria replied softly, “As for the Spider Queen Rose, she only seems ugly when she’s in her spider-human form. However, her dark elf form is actually quite attractive.”

Muria offered a rather fair comment. As the former romantic partner of the elf God Correlon Larethian, Rose’s elf form was undoubtedly breathtaking.

“How? Are you interested in her?” Dragon mother Atreus asked with a teasing look at Muria, “Pity your strength is too weak now. You must patiently wait for hundreds of years, until I advance to the Dragon King, and then I’ll figure out a way to help you capture this big spider for your bed.”

“Please don’t talk nonsense, mother. I haven’t stooped so low as to be attracted to a big spider.” Muria said with a straight face. The appearance of Spider Queen Rose after her fall is completely inconsistent with his aesthetic.

“Oh!” Dragon mother Atreus extended her tone, looking at Muria, “Then, what kind of creature are you interested in? Dragon? Titan? Or Angels?”

“You’re already almost sixty years old.” Dragon mother Atreus said with a hint of sigh, “A typical golden dragon would have hatched dragon eggs by now, and yet you’re still a virgin, you’ve never even touched the opposite sex. How did you accomplish this? Don’t you feel ashamed as someone with Dragon Clan’s bloodline?”

“What I have is the Metallic dragon’s bloodline, not the promiscuous Five Colored Dragons’ bloodline.” Muria’s face darkened instantly. This was mockery, definitely mockery, “Many gold dragons of the same age as me don’t have partners, right?”

“Those are the minority.”

“Were you with my father at my age?”

“Almost exactly when we met.” Dragon mother Atreus continued looking at Muria, “I won’t laugh at you anymore, you’re my son. Your standards must be as high as mine, so finding a suitable companion will take a long time. However, our lives are longer than those of ordinary dragons, so it’s not a problem. But, you need to tell me, do you have a target now?”

“Yes.” After some hesitation, Muria nodded, thinking of a heroic and extraordinary Blazing Sky God Descendant girl.

“What race? What’s her name?”

“Blazing Sky God Race, Michaela.”

“The number one god race in the Boundless Heavenly Realm.” Dragon mother Atreus squinted, revealing a thoughtful expression, then nodded approvingly, “Not bad. I just don’t know what your offspring will look like. It’ll be a mixture of three races, damn, I really want to see what my future granddaughter will look like!”

“It’s still early.” Muria laughed drily, “She hasn’t yet agreed to my pursuit, and there’s the restriction of her family behind her. She and I don’t even know if we can become partners.”

“As long as you have set your sights on her, that’s enough.” Dragon mother Atreus gave a cold smile, “If the little girl agrees to you, and the Blazing Sky God Race tries to stop her, I’ll deal with those old folks. You just follow your heart, have no concerns.”

“Roger that.” Muria pursed her lips, her emotions fluctuating slightly as she once again felt the benefits of having a strong backing.

“Give me a granddaughter sooner rather than later, don’t make me wait too long.” Dragon mother Atreus raised her magic staff in the air, activating her custom-made spell – the Atlas Grand Migration technique, which she had been silently preparing during their conversation.

In an instant, the dark region shuddered. Muria, up in the air, clearly saw large cracks appearing on the ground surrounding the Zor Elf City below. Shockingly large fissures formed perfectly around the city.

“What is this?” Muria looked on in disbelief as the Elf City slowly floated and rose into the air. A vast and ancient semi-plane appeared around it, gradually turning from illusion to reality, slowly swallowing the Zor Elf City, which was as beautiful as a piece of art.

“This is a spell I specially created for transporting large-scale spoils of war, what do you think?”

“Very good.” Muria’s lips moved twice before he could stiffly say the three words. He was truly taken aback by the Dragon mother’s audacity to carry off the entire city in one go.

“Let’s go, to the next city. I’ve already surveyed the locations of all the elven cities in this dark region.”