King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 437 - 437 432 Divine Incarnation

Chapter 437: Chapter 432: Divine Incarnation Chapter 437: Chapter 432: Divine Incarnation When the miniaturized Elf City fell into the semi-plane controlled by Muria, its sealing rune shattered instantly, and the entire city rapidly expanded back to its original size and landed in the semi-plane that Muria hadn’t yet completely controlled.

“What should I do with those Zor Elves?” Muria’s mental power explored, looking at the panicked Dark Elves in the city, and he frowned uneasily at Golden Dragon Mother.

Two hundred thousand Zor Elves, they aren’t simple black skin wild boars, the weakest of them are at the Bronze First Rank, and the strongest ones have the power of Soul Intent. These Fallen Elves, now shocked by the sudden transformation, all remain hidden in the city, afraid to move.

But after some time, when these Zor Elves adapt to the change and start causing a ruckus, what will he do? One hundred thousand wild boars rampaging around are troublesome enough, let alone two hundred thousand cunning Zor Elves who naturally specialize in schemes and tricks.

“They’re already in your semi-plane, so naturally you can do whatever you want with them. If you don’t like them, you can kill them all.” Dragon mother Atreus remarked nonchalantly.

Golden Dragons are indeed benign creatures, but being kind doesn’t mean they are saints. When it comes to evil creatures, they never know the meaning of mercy, their goal is to eradicate evil.

“Kill them all?” Muria’s mouth twitched, of course, he didn’t have such a plan. Putting the entire city to the sword would be too extreme, and his current temperament would not allow him to make such a brutal decision.

Even though they are Zor Elves, they are still living intelligent creatures. The key point is that they have not posed any threat to him yet, so he doesn’t plan to raise a slaughter knife against them, at least for the time being.

“First suppress them with military force, kill a batch of the jolliest Zors, and then place a group of obedient Zors in power. Hmm, let’s go with that for now.” Muria pondered in his heart on how to deal with this significant gift that Golden Dragon Mother had forcibly handed over to him.

After having a rough idea, Muria immediately commanded Green Dragon Fiona, who was guarding the Mage Tower in the semi-plane, to go and suppress the Elf City with her dragons. He ordered her not to let them cause a ruckus in his semi-plane and disturb the order of his realm.

Now, there are quite a few Humans residing in the semi-plane controlled by Muria. Most of them are auxiliary professional geniuses that he had forcibly recruited from the Lockman Kingdom.

They reside inside the Mage Tower in the center of the plane. The Array Masters, Rune Masters, and others are primarily engaged in repairing the damaged Mage Tower. As for the Arms makers and Alchemists, they are using the materials provided by Muria to tirelessly produce necessary war supplies such as weaponry and potions.

Their relatives and family members live in the Floating City surrounding the Mage Tower, which is yet to be completed. They belong to the middle class of the semi-plane and occupy the third tier.

Those with the lowest status are the culprits that Muria had caught from the Osroni Subcontinent. They are responsible for the land reclamation, farming, housing establishment, and all miscellaneous heavy tasks. They need to pay for their past evil deeds by working here for a lifetime of labor reform.

“What use are these Zor Elves to me?” Muria was somewhat troubled. To use them as cannon fodder in the war? Or as pure weapon makers? “And, these Fallen Elves perhaps will not obey my order, a Golden Dragon, right?”

“You have tamed the Five Colored Dragons, and yet you are worrying about how to make a group of Dark Elves obey your command in front of me?” Golden Dragon Mother looked at Muria, she tugged at his cheek, slightly annoyed.

“It’s not difficult to suppress them with military power, but how can I make them willingly obey my commands?” Muria asked.

“Just turn them all back into Forest Elves.”

“You haven’t even started your research yet.”

“So, you can keep these Zor Elves for now. My research will definitely succeed, you can just wait patiently. When the time comes, you’ll reap the fruits of 200,000 forest elves. Just think about it, isn’t it exciting?”

“Who knows how many centuries it will take for you to achieve results.” Muria said, rolling her eyes unceremoniously.

“Enough blabbering, open the semi-plane for me.” Dragon mother Atreus dragged Muria up to the skies of the twenty-first elf city.

“Again?” Muria looked at the spiritual city, once again lifted by the dragon mother Atreus, and there was a hint of resistance on his face. If she was just stuffing the elf city to him, he would be happy, but she also included so many elves, this made Muria a bit uncomfortable.

“…I can’t fit any more, mother.” After opening the semi-plane passage for the third time and shrinking the elf city to fit inside, Muria spoke with some helplessness.

His semi-plane had existed for tens of thousands of years, and in this long period, the semi-plane had grown naturally, larger than those of normal legendary mages. However, even so, after placing three elf cities inside, there was no more room for a fourth city. His semi-plane still had other residents.

“So you can’t fit any more? That’s too bad, little Muria, your semi-plane is too small. This is the perfect opportunity to integrate several semi-planes and expand the space. A semi-plane this small, how many legions can it support?” Dragon mother Atreus shook her head, expressing her opinion.

“Hmm.” Muria nodded. Since his father was here, there would definitely be his share in any newly born semi-planes.

“Hmm,” Suddenly, a strange look appeared on dragon mother Atreus’s face. She turned to look at Muria, “Have you ever seen a deity descend into an avatar and battle?”

“No.” Muria shook his head honestly.

“Then you can witness it this time. That big spider has descended into an avatar. Ansol has informed me to take you to watch the battle!”

“Spider Queen Rose!” Muria was just showing a hint of excitement when he was once again dragged through space by Dragon mother Atreus.

“Hiss!” “Roar!” “Roar!”… The chaotic noise from the battlefield once again reached Muria’s ears. The roar of the giant dragon, the war cry of the giants, the dying whimpers of the Zor Elves… Muria ignored all of these, his gaze fixed on the center of the battlefield.

A Titan, wrapped in golden thunder, holding an axe spear, stood off against a giant monster whose height and size were no less than his, a half-human, half-spider monster.

“So that’s Spider Queen Rose’s avatar!” Looking at that monster’s familiar face on the human half, and the pressure that filled the surroundings making him feel a bit oppressed, Muria murmured to himself.

“Roar!” Alek raised his axe spear, bringing down a heavy thunderbolt on Dilara, the Zor queen who had been turned into a puppet.

“Titan!” Compared to the excited Alek, Spider Queen Rose swung her snake head whip toward Alek with a face full of anger. She had done nothing yet and had already suffered such a lethal attack. Who wouldn’t be angry?