King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 482 - 482 478 The Dirty City

Chapter 482: Chapter 478: The ‘Dirty’ City Chapter 482: Chapter 478: The ‘Dirty’ City Seated on the broad back of the Blood Lion Demon, which was akin to a small hill, Muria, cloaked in a black robe, gazed at the ramshackle small city not far away, its walls crooked and cracked, symbolizing more than they held actual significance. From the air that drifted over, he faintly caught a nauseating scent of blood.

“Caw! Caw!” An unpleasant bird’s cry echoed. Under Muria’s gaze, a giant vulture, entwined with a murky, black, demonic aura, flew out of the small city and headed towards him.

“Honorable Sir, I am the Lord of Black Vulture City. How may I assist you?” The Black Vulture Lord, reeking of rotting flesh, landed below Muria. On the back of the vulture stood a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, who nervously saluted Muria, wearing a modest smile.

“Just passing through.” Muria wasn’t too surprised at the appearance of this Black Vulture Lord. Although he and the Balrog Flame Demon Hidden Horn masked their spirits, most beings couldn’t tell their power, but the Blood Lion Demon beneath their feet didn’t attempt to conceal its strength.

Two Soul Intent Level Blood Lion Demons and six Gold Rank Flame Demons; such a lineup is enough to frighten this Gold Rank small town lord, inducing him to hurriedly welcome Muria.

“Sir, would you like to rest in my city? Though it’s a bit dilapidated, we can provide a few satisfactory services.” Seeing that Muria didn’t seem intent on killing him, the Black Vulture Lord breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly asked.

This impressive figure can use Soul Intent Level demonic beasts as mounts. It’s not easy to meet one, and it seems he doesn’t want to kill. So, of course, it’s necessary to curry favor and please him. If he could gain some rewards, that would be the best. If not, the most important thing is to find a way to quickly send him on his way.

“Hmm.”

“Uh…” The Black Vulture Lord was taken aback, he had only invited Muria as a courtesy, not expecting him to accept. He quickly recovered and bowed, “This way, Sir.”

After the Black Vulture Lord faded into the distance, a mildly curious Muria followed him into the infamous continent.

“This is…” Muria, riding the Blood Lion Demon and overlooking Black Vulture City, was startled by what lay beneath. The city was more rundown than it appeared on the outside, homes crooked and sagging, streets were awash with feces and wastewater. It was apparent that the city’s master didn’t care to develop it.

The most abundant and striking objects in the city were the gallows placed everywhere, each hanging a body tortured to death. Some had already mummified, while others still dripped with blood. There were many scavenging vultures pecking the bodies of the recently deceased, who barely had a few ounces of flesh left.

This isn’t a city. It’s a dumping ground, a slaughterhouse, a farm to raise vultures. This is not a city fit for intelligent creatures to live.

“Sir, if your mount is hungry, you can take any of the two-legged beasts you want,” said the Vulture Lord, seeing Muria suspended in the air.

“Two-legged beasts?” Following the direction the Black Vulture Lord pointed, Muria finally noticed the residents struggling to survive in Black Vulture City, which didn’t even deserve to be called a city.

They were a group of humans kneeling on the ground out of inertia. For a moment, Muria thought he was seeing famine-stricken refugees in his previous life – emaciated, their faces numb, eyes vacant, with no hope for the future.

“Down!” Muria instructed the Blood Lion Demon to lower them to a height of about three feet off the ground via a spirit imprint, and he looked down on these humans who appeared to be living in purgatory.

“Indeed, these are no pure humans anymore. But of course, normal humans could hardly survive and multiply in such an environment.” These “humans” were kneeling in front of him, with traits normal humans didn’t possess – faint magic patterns, small horns, fur, tails, and the like.

They could no longer be called humans; calling them demon-kin was more appropriate.

“Roar!” Seeing the demon-kin crawling in front of him, saliva filled with a thick, unpleasant smell dripped from the mouth of the Blood Lion Demon. Material world creatures were immensely tempting for demons.

“Slurp!” The Blood Lion Demon couldn’t help licking its mouth, making the demon-kins vibrate involuntarily. Life was hard, but it was still better than death. Mirroring the difficulty, they also wanted to continue living.

“Pick out twenty individuals to present to this gentleman,” said the Black Vulture Lord, coming up on his large vulture, a fawning smile on his face.

So, an ugly and nauseating scene unfolded before Muria. The demon-kin, who’d just been kneeling humbly, suddenly threw themselves at each other. It didn’t matter if they had been parents, wives, children, or whatever relation they had previously held. Now, there was but one relation – survival.

Soon, twenty demon-kin with broken limbs were placed before Muria. Their clothes stripped clean off, among them were young girls in their twenties and children of eight or nine years. They all looked at Muria, imploring him.

However, looking at their faces, Muria found that he felt no pity. Because he had seen how the seemingly pitiful girls and children fought, their viciousness and decisiveness were no less shocking than the adults’.

“Please enjoy!” The Black Vulture Lord laughed sycophantically at Muria, sitting on the Blood Lion Demon.

“Thump!” Just when the Blood Lion Demon was about to accept the offering from the not quite human, not quite demon, lord, Muria punched it in the back, forcing it to close its mouth.

“Tell me, those executed on the gallows, what crime did they commit to be subjected to such gruesome punishment?”

“Crime?” The Black Vulture Lord was a bit puzzled, not understanding why Muria would ask such a question, “These are just results of my boredom. Sir, would you like to give it a try? It’s an honor for these two-legged sheep to please you with their lives.”

“Is it?” Muria felt his blood boil and his killing intent rage, and he could barely contain it.

“By the way, Sir, aren’t your mounts going to eat these? If not, I’ll let my companion eat.” Saying this, the large vulture made a move, preparing to peck at the demon-kin.

“Crack!” Bits of white bone, dirty with viscous blood and brain matter, splatter, drenching the trembling demon-kin. The Blood Lion Demon mounted by Muria smashed the big vulture’s head with a single blow.