King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 603 - 603 599 Coming from Beyond the World

Chapter 603: Chapter 599: Coming from Beyond the World Chapter 603: Chapter 599: Coming from Beyond the World Unfortunately, when this deity revealed his rules to Muria, Muria could only look at them for two breaths before he could no longer bear to watch. He couldn’t withstand such an information shock. In comparison with this deity, he was indeed too weak.

“I see, a duel, then? Has Erathia World’s technology developed to this extent?” The Nine Shepherds’ deity uttered softly in admiration. Only Muria could hear him while Yingdila, whom he was leading, did not care at all. She was busily devouring the light emitted by this God.

“It appears I’ve inconvenienced you. How about this? Give me your world coordinates, and I’ll take you on your journey!” The Nine Shepherds’ God spoke in a refined and amiable tone, surprisingly approachable.

“Why are you helping me?” Muria plucked up the courage to ask tentatively. He had never felt any bloodline connection. His power was indeed great, but he was not an Epic Titan, and he did not feel any bloodline connection.

“I know some of your elders. I owe my present achievements largely to them.”

Upon hearing this reply, Muria broke into a grin, thoroughly reassured because such a being had no reason to deceive him, let alone any necessity. Thus, Muria provided the terrifyingly powerful deity with the world coordinates.

“Hmm, this is quite far!” Receiving Muria’s coordinates, the God of the Nine Shepherds breathed an exclamation softly. Then, Muria saw the wheels of light spinning tirelessly behind him, the speed of the smallest one suddenly increased, and the god pattern on it became unintelligible, preventing Muria from seeing clearly.

Then, a surging river of pure faith gushed forth, transforming into a silvery snake dotted with starlight. It coiled around the Nine Shepherds’ God’s arm. Subsequently, this powerful God pointed a finger, causing ripples in the void with a divine power and a spatial vortex appeared before Muria.

Muria stared, stiff-faced. He looked back at the star gate behind him, a natural miracle of the void. When he turned back around, he was met with an overwhelming being who created a wonder in the void through sheer force. At this moment, Muria felt his insignificance.

Whether in terms of power rank or size, he was subjected to a massive psychological shock. Muria knew he could now tear apart space in a world with his power, but he could not stir a ripple in the void. Yet, this existent being before him could forcefully form a star gate. He made it seem casual, as if meeting the offspring of an old acquaintance and idly lending a hand.

“Do not be surprised. You too could have power like mine. You even have the potential to surpass me,” said the giant god, laughing. He displayed a tiny fraction of his awe-inspiring power before pulling Muria’s fleet and guided it into the star gate he had opened up.

“Such power…” Muria looking up at the wheel of light behind the giant god, realized that all the power he had been bestowing originated from the smallest wheel. He could no longer decipher the rest. Mere prolonged gazing at the God of the Nine Shepherds made him uncomfortable.

In such comparison, the evil God he saw in the Eternal City of the Mechanism Emperor during his childhood seemed like a weakling. He was nowhere close to this existent being before him, not even enough to crush in one hand.

“Go in, little guy!” The unrejectable, formless strength fell upon Muria, pushing him into the star gate. The temporary star gate began to close slowly, and everything returned to calm. A single voice echoed in the void,

“Descendant of Titan, I bless thee. Triumph over all enemies in this battle!”

With the God of the Nine Shepherds’ words, an intangible, formless power spread out, seeming to change something, but also changing nothing.

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“The power of faith, indeed that’s from a god. Moreover, not the Arch-Gods who possess the power to create worlds. Arch-Gods don’t need faith,” Muria continued to ponder, paying no heed to his slowly recovering fleet. There were no casualties he needed to worry about.

“The power that the Nine Shepherds’ deity just employed is indeed that of faith. He controls too many powers. I almost saw everything in him—the universe, all beings, all powers.”

Muria pondered over every moment of his interaction with the God of the Nine Shepherds, recalling what he initially saw. That was related to his laws because he would develop in that direction in the future, so he was able to see it.

“The omnipotent and omnipresent treks through the void, possessing far greater liberty than the deities I understood. Is he an omnipotent God controlling all powers? A perfect God without any weaknesses?”

Muria whispered to himself, then laughed, “An all-knowing and all-powerful God? That is relative. It is absolutely impossible for a truly omnipotent and all-knowing God to exist. It’s just that my perspective is currently too limited, causing me to feel that his power is perfect. I am only weak. If I could reach his level, I would definitely not see him as perfect.”

“Muria, look!” A voice brimming with shock echoed in Muria’s ears, “We’ve arrived at the world where the Locust Civilization resides.”

“Hmm!” Muria calmly looked ahead, where he saw eight glimmers of stellar light, one large and seven small, the natural radiance of worlds. Here, seven minor worlds orbited the largest one at the center.

“I see!” Muria gazed at the distant worlds. Even with his heart full of awe at the power of the god of joinery, his face remained calm and unchanging. This was the emotional strength required of a leader, who must not panic or show distress no matter the circumstances, lest his authority be undermined in the eyes of his subordinates.

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“What a beautiful sunrise!” A newly awakened Black Locust People extended his six arms to stretch joyfully. Then, flapping his wings, he set off to rouse his grotesque and lazy slaves to work.

If the slaves did not labour hard, income wouldn’t be enough to sustain his household, forcing the family to starve and ration their food. His son was studying in the Sword Hall, which required substantial tuition fees, consuming ninety percent of the household income.

This expenditure was a necessity. Getting into Sword Hall, completing the final exam, earning the medal issued by the institution, and joining the legion were the only ways for downtrodden Locust People to elevate their status.

Hence,

“For the future of my son, you damn slaves should get to work,” A somewhat corpulent and deformed Black Locust People, brandishing a thorn-covered whip, barked at those slaves who were still lazing around. “My son is the first in ten generations with the potential to restore the glory of our ancestors.”

The middle-aged Black Locust People knew his roots. His homeland wasn’t this barbaric and backward world, but the infinitely wonderful World of Solos. His ancestors were captains in the expeditionary legions of the Locust World who, led by the Black Flame God, invaded this primitive and weak world, conquered it, and settled there to multiply as per the Black Flame God’s instructions.

“Three hundred years have passed, and my family has lost the glory of our ancestors, reduced to commoners. Damn it all, it’s all because of this world.”

As the resentment increased within the Black Locust man, he struck harder with his whip, using it to lash out against the stinking slaves.

These slaves were “ugly” humanoid creatures, much unlike the Black Locust People. Their skin was a blinding white and lacked protective shells, while their wings seemed thin as a veil, as if they might break with the slightest touch.

These inherently inferior creatures deserved to be slaves of the Locust People. The Black Locust man thought as such, knowing that these seemingly weak and ugly creatures were the original inhabitants of this world, and that even now, many of these lowly and weak White Moth People still formed rebellions in the wilderness.

Touchingly, innocent and pitiful behavior. Three hundred years ago, when your ancestors ruled this world, Black Flame God had crushed your most powerful resistance. Even now, there are White Moth People daring to resist, hoping to take back their world. The great Black Flame God doesn’t even bother to acknowledge you.

But thank you, White Moth People. It’s the presence of the rebels that necessitates the existence and expansion of the legion and gives my son the chance to restore our glory.

The reflective Black Locust man drove the numb White Moth slaves from their small dark and damp insect house to the flower fields where they were to labour.

Boom, boom — rumble—

Violent shaking came from afar. The Black Locust man, who had just left the insect house, was shocked to see more than twenty insect courtyards, which had been passed down for three hundred years, collapse in an instant under the severe earthquake.

“Black Flame God above, my insect houses, my wife and children inside!” Ignoring the rising flames and the black smoke that filled half the sky, the Black Locust man rushed back to his houses, digging frantically, his wife was still sleeping inside.

“You damn scum, what are you standing around for? Come and help! If my wife dies, you will all be buried with her.” The Black Locust man cried out in despair…

Meanwhile, at the heart of this world, in the bustling Black Flame City, a Locust person bathed in black flames looked up at the source of the shock a moment before the ground shook. A strong feeling of dread surged within him.

“What terrifying thing has come from beyond the world? Could it be one of those monsters that live in the void? How could they break through the world barrier?”