King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 492 - 492 488 Titans Wrath

Chapter 492: Chapter 488: Titan’s Wrath Chapter 492: Chapter 488: Titan’s Wrath “It seems that the Spider Queen has done well in this continent, to be able to mobilize eight legends.” Upon seeing the legendary Zor Elves surrounding him, an eager spirit of battle appeared in Muria’s eyes.

Because he had already felt that his legendary barrier was changing. Although the change was subtle, there was indeed a hint of looseness. This change happened just after his previous battle concluded. Battles between life and death can indeed stimulate the potential of Titans and make them stronger at a faster rate. To Titans, to battle is to grow stronger.

Golden blood Qi gushed from Muria’s body, enveloping him as if it was a radiant burning sun. Then, Muria controlled his own body, gradually reducing it to an appropriate size. For battles, a larger body is not always better, though, of course, the size of the body did represent the strength of power.

“True to his status as a Titan, he does not show the slightest fear even in such a dire situation.” The Legendary Dark Mage who initially trailed Muria remarked, “But alas, this time, there is no escape for you.”

With that, the Legendary Dark Mage waved his scepter, and one after another, the Zor Elves appeared around Muria. Their strengths varied, ranging from Gold Rank to Soul Intent level, accounting to a total number of over five hundred.

“Huh, I also have a few.” Muria chuckled coldly, releasing all the demon servants he had brought, followed by summoning another one of his servants, Mels the Abyss Refining Demon, who had already broken through to legend level.

“A single Titan, raising such a large number of demons, even a legendary Great Devil, do your clansmen know?” A legendary sword dancer asked mockingly.

“Ignorant.” Muria smirked. He raised a devil, what’s the big deal of raising a few demons? Even the Lord of the Abyss Ulysses had severed the Abyss and moved it back.

“Kill!” Without wasting more words, Muria, along with the restless Broken Horn leading hundreds of demon minions, and the clueless yet helpless Mels, the Abyss Refining Demon, charged towards the oncoming Zor Elves…

“Cough!” Muria, whose body seemed unscarred, coughed, a trickle of golden blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Beside him, Broken Horn, whose body had several gaping holes and was incomplete. Broken Horn and Mels teamed up to hold back six Zor Elves and take on the majority of the attacks for Muria. But Broken Horn could only rely on his body to resist, hence the severe injuries.

“Zor Elves, Spider Queen Rose.” Muria wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, gazed at the three Blood Lion Demons whose bodies were just recognizably intact enough to move, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Since leaving the Titan Islands, he had never suffered such a heavy blow, and for the first time, he had been surrounded and attacked by eight legends, luckily Broken Horn and Mels were at his side. But all his other demon servants were killed in battle, leaving only three Blood Lion Demons at his side.

“We must leave this continent as soon as possible, Master!” Dressed in an almost ruined suit of armor, Mels advised Muria without sparing a thought for his own damages. Having followed Muria for so long, he was seeing his master in such a miserable state for the first time.

“Hmm”, although the combative nature of the Titans had awakened in him, Muria hadn’t lost touch with sanity nor had he become blind to the reality of the situation. This was not a place where he could freely battle. No one would go easy on him, no one would stop at just threatening him. All the legends that fought him did not mind aiming kill shots at him.

The road back was long and difficult, and Muria had never expected that he would fall into a situation where he had enemies everywhere. Muria found that he had been located. From the moment he saw the candle wax monster, his exact trace seemed to be blatantly exposed to the eyes of the evil gods.

Whether it was Broken Horn or Mels, every time they crossed the space with Muria, they were invariably intercepted by legend-class beings under the command of the evil gods. This usually happened shortly after they entered the space, leading to tough, brutal battles.

For every distance they traversed, they had to battle with a legend. It had gotten to the point where every step was marked by a battle. Thanks to the Titan’s inherent powerful physique and the defenses provided by the Saintly Imperial Abyss, Muria was always able to maintain his peak combat power. Even when he was injured, he could recover quickly.

However, Broken Horn and Mels were having a rougher time. As a devil who never lacked funds, Mels had spare armor sets that he could whip out once his current one was destroyed. As for Broken Horn, all he could rely on was his own physique. It was quite infamous for devils to be miserably poor.

Continuous legendary battles put Broken Horn at a significant disadvantage. The injuries inflicted by legends weren’t so easily recovered from and he often had new wounds added before the old ones could heal.

“My Lord, what on earth did you do? These followers of the evil gods are after us like rabid dogs.” Mels, who no longer had any spare battle armor, looked gloomily at Broken Horn who had hardly a patch of good flesh left on his body, and whose Demonic Wings had turned tattered and torn. Mels himself wasn’t in much better shape – to the legends, his battle armor was nothing more than trash that could be shattered by a single hit.

“Who knows? I just killed some of their followers and destroyed some of their temples.” Muria, his face slightly pale, laughed. Recalling when he once trod on a statue of a deity’s head, he wondered which god it was – the God of the Koutao Fishmen? Considering the humiliation he inflicted, it was completely understandable for them to want him dead.

“What is that? Come here.” Suddenly, Muria’s eyes shone brightly and his gaze shifted towards a nearby jungle. He extended his palm and made a grab in that direction.

“A Beastman?” Looking at the creature he had grabbed from the forest, Muria frowned, “A believer of the Black Blood Beast, I don’t remember upsetting this creature.”

“So you’re the descendant of the Titans? You would make a top-tier sacrificial offering. If I could sacrifice you to the Hunting God, then I…”

“Smack!” Without a second thought, Muria crushed the Beastman who had been spying on him, spraying blood and bone fragments all around.

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“Archmage Atris, the young master is under attack by shameless legends. Aren’t you going to intervene?”

“There’s no need for me to intervene.” Seated on her throne of Legendary Metal, the Golden Dragon Mother’s eyes flickered with scenes of Muria’s bloody battles. She turned her stunning face towards Titan Clan Lands and continued:

“The primary reason Little Muria is being hunted is his Titan bloodline. Before long, whatever is hiding within him will be revealed. At that point, those gods won’t care about their minimal honor and will descend to join the battle themselves.

If it’s just legends hunting him, the old man might not intervene. But when gods join in the game, well… then the world will once again witness the Titan’s wrath.”