King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 487 - 487 483 The Watched Muria

Chapter 487: Chapter 483: The Watched Muria Chapter 487: Chapter 483: The Watched Muria The Wax Demons were handmaids and minions to the Spider Queen Rose, loyally serving the Spider Goddess in the Bottomless Abyss and various other domains. Their sole purpose of existence was to execute the various orders assigned by this sinister goddess.

“How did you find me here?” Muria looked at the Wax Demon in front of him, caught off-guard. This monster had found out about his captive Five Colored Dragons and even made it here, it was indeed interesting.

“Muria, descendant of the Titans, what is it about you that’s so special? Three Legendary Dark Mages tried divining your whereabouts together, but not only did they find nothing, they were even backfired and seriously wounded. It took five priests, graced by our master, to finally divine and find these vile dragons that might be associated with you.”

The Wax Demon that had morphed into the form of the Zor Elves looked at Muria inquisitively and seductively.

“Divine?” When Muria heard the reason for the Wax Demon’s visit, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows. He had always held a grave hatred for abilities that leaned on the mysterious side, abilities such as divination and curses, simply because he was not good at them.

Fortunately, most of these abilities could not directly affect him, they could only indirectly influence him. For instance, the Zor Elves divined his related creatures this time, then found these incompetent dragons, and they seemed to have paid a considerable price.

Muria, who had a rough understanding of what was happening, looked at the unclothed Zor Elves before him with disgust, “Return to your true form. Let my dragons see what they have been dealing with.”

“No.” Just as the Zor Elf didn’t deny its identity as a Wax Demon and was getting ready to fly off, Abutu who had darted off to the side suddenly voiced his objection. Having the full heritage of the Dragon Race, he knew exactly what the Wax Demons were.

“Hehe!” The Zor elf, who had been emitting a strong scent of lusty fragrance due to prolonged intercourse with the Red Dragon Abutu, giggled and melted under Abutu’s displeased gaze, much like a candle melting under high temperature.

Within a few moments, that attractive Zor Elf turned into a revolting, mud-like creature. Eight strong tentacles stretched out, and the giant blood-red eyes in the middle rolled around.

“Ugh!” Abutu, who had been seeing the elf he had been with for half a month turn into this nauseating creature, felt a wave of nausea wash over him and he started retching.

When the Dragon Race was in heat, although their mate-selection was very wide, covering almost all creatures that reproduced through the opposite sex, there were still some they would not touch.

Among the dragons, some with peculiar tastes would dare to copulate with Eye Monsters or Teleporting Beasts and the like. But when it came to Slime Monsters-like creatures, almost no dragon would be interested.

Abutu was a Red Dragon with relatively normal aesthetic tastes, or at least compared to its eccentric counterparts. He had no objections in producing offspring with Succubi, Lust Demons, Zor, and other humanoid creatures with attractive appearances, but he absolutely wouldn’t accept interfering with Wax Demons.

“Disgusting creature, I will kill you.” A disheartened Abutu reverted to his true form, comparable to a mature Red Dragon. He then opened his mouth and a burst of hot Dragon Flames spurted out.

“You ungrateful Red Dragon, who do you think you are kidding? Do you think you could touch me?” The Wax Demon’s blood-red eyes revealed a hint of mockery. A robust tentacle whipped out, slashing through the raging Dragon Flames and landing on Abutu’s strong dragon body.

“Smack!” Under the swat of the black and thick tentacle, the massive body of the Red Dragon Abutu was whipped into the air before crashing into the stone wall of his cave. His scales split and his flesh tore open, and hot Dragon Blood, akin to magma, flowed out.

“You overestimating Red Dragon!” The Wax Demon jeered, its voice no longer holding its previous seductive tone, instead radiating irritation.

“Roar! Prince Mureya, help me kill this Slime Monster.” When he realized that it was impossible to defeat the Wax Demon–who resembled a lump of rotten mud–on his own, Abutu immediately called his caretaker for help.

“Kill me?” The Wax Demon let out a hideous laugh, “Who knows where that cacophony came from. I would rather kill you first.”

“Boom!” Just as the Wax Demon prepared to attack Abutu once again, a dazzling burst of Golden Thunder let rip, glorious and vast, falling upon the foul smelling pile of soft mud, instantly evaporating a portion of the Wax Demon’s body.

“Who would dare attack my minions without my presence? Was it the Spider Queen Rose?” Murderous intent filled Muria’s eyes, “Too bad she can’t save you.”

“Gaga,” the Wax Demon chuckled grotesquely, unbothered by the loss of part of its body, “Descendant of the Titans. My existence is to confirm your location for the goddess’s believers, So as soon as I spot you, I have already completed my task. Thus, I do not have to live to return.”

“Confirm my location!” Muria frowned and pointed at the Wax Demon, “In that case, there is no need to keep you for interrogation. You are a twisted life form. I am sure I can’t beat much out of you.”

Light pillars of thunderfire fused from Muria’s fingertips, aiming at the Wax Demon and directly bursting its blood-red eyes that were exuding an aura of mockery, the assault did not pierce through its body, but instead enveloped it, obliterating it.

“Strong individuals are on their way.” Mureya, who had already touched upon the Legendary Barrier, combined with his frequent use of spatial magic, had grasped some secrets of space. He felt the changes in space and the imminent danger.

“No resistance allowed.” Muria opened his own Semi-Plane entrance, surprising the Seven Color Dragons as he captivated all of them.

“Broken Horn, let’s go.” Muria issued commands to his strongest Demon Servant.

“We can resist.” Broken Horn responded in a gritty voice. He had his chaotic nature erased, but his tendency for slaughter and combat were preserved.

“Fool, even the powerful you are only a third rank legend at best, how many legends can you fight?” Mureya replied in frustration and amusement, “Nevermind that, at least one third of the legends on this subcontinent want to kill me right now. I have offended too many evil gods.”

“Alright!” Broken Horn replied reluctantly upon hearing Mureya’s words, then he tore open space with his hand and brought Mureya into it.

Just ten seconds after Broken Horn left with Mureya, another Zor Elf dressed in a robe of priest emerged from torn space. Seeing the vacant volcano, it released a resentful attack, flattening Abutu’s dwelling and wiping it completely off the face of the earth, turning it into a Lava Lake.