King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 779 - 779 768 Are You Envious

Chapter 779: Chapter 768: Are You Envious? Chapter 779: Chapter 768: Are You Envious? (Extra chapter for my book friend, I am Husky)

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From then on, Ann’s status changed dramatically. He received the Dragon Blood baptism from the Master of Xena Pus, becoming a minion of Muria. Despite being one of the weakest, he gained an exalted status.

After successfully transforming into a Dragonkin, Ann even had the right to have a direct conversation with the Grand Duke of the Red Dragon Duchy, Duke Bernard, who had a Red Dragon as his mount.

Recalling everything he had experienced over the years, Ann felt as if he was in a dream. He remembered dreaming as a child of becoming a dragon-slaying hero, but he did not expect that years later, he would become a Dragonkin with the supreme Dragon Blood flowing in his body.

“Captain, do you know why we were urgently summoned?” As Ann was reminiscing about the past, a subordinate ran up and asked with a grin.

Ann was usually very kind and amiable. Unless he was angry, there was almost no deterrent force. But once he became angry, the characteristics of a Dragonkin surfaced. Aside from the handful of their own kind, no ordinary Dragonkin could withstand Ann’s might.

“I’m not sure about the specific details, but I’ve heard that we are going to board a battleship, enter the Different World through the Void, and follow the great Master of Xena Pus into battle.”

“Captain, where did you hear this false news from? It’s impossible, just look at what we’ve been learning these years. They didn’t teach us any cultivating secrets. At present, the strongest among us is you, Captain, but you’ve only just broken through to Gold Rank. In a Void war, that’s no more than the level of cannon fodder.”

“I heard there are special arrangements. We just need to execute the orders from above, don’t think too much. What the big figures see is different from what we see. The ones among you who go, will probably handle logistics or something. It’s impossible for them to let us fight.”

“We understand.”

Soon, Ann led his neatly arranged platoon to board the floating ship in batches and arrived at the Void Warship Docking Port on Central Cloud Island. Then, Ann received a new order to board a troop transport with his team.

Just then, two figures with loose golden hair silently appeared above the Void ship dock. One of them, a golden-haired girl, possessed an overwhelming presence like the sun, which immediately attracted the attention of many Dragonkin boarding the ship, causing quite a stir.

“Captain, look, who is that? She’s so beautiful!” Beside Ann, a white-haired Dragonkin looked up at the sky with infatuated eyes. Even his pace of boarding the ship slowed down some.

Seeing the commotion, Ann, who was urging his subordinates to get on board, slightly furrowed his brows and followed their gazes upward. Then, an exquisite and flawlessly beautiful face came into his view.

The beauty before him took Ann’s breath away. He had not expected there to be such a perfect existence in the world, surpassing all limits as if all the world’s beauty was gathered in her.

Originally, Ann thought that after living, studying, and residing with a group of handsome Dragonkin for a long time, he would no longer be interested in so-called beauties. But now he realized he was wrong.

“What am I thinking about?” When Ann realized he was having some inappropriate thoughts, he quickly cut off these delusional ideas from his mind. Clenching his fist, he allowed his nails to pierce deep into his flesh, causing his mind to sober up a little.

Then Ann quickly lowered his head, no longer looking up at the sky, but urging his subordinates to board the ship. He did not know the origin of the golden-haired girl, whose mere sight could be considered as a stroke of luck. Ann knew who the girl in maid’s clothes standing behind the golden-haired girl was.

She was Mia, the Chief Steward of Xena Pus, and also the personal maid of the master of Xena Pus. She was a great personage who held significant sway over Xena Pus. She was always standing behind that girl, which was enough to indicate the astonishing background of the girl. As a Dragonkin, Ann knew he couldn’t touch such a figure. Seeing her even once was considered extremely lucky.

“Archmage Atris, your charm is indeed too great. Please rest in the flagship for now. It will take them a while to board the ship.” Seeing Atris, who was causing chaos just by being present, Mia showed a helpless look on her face. She also knew that Atris’s beauty had reached an astonishing level for mortals.

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In the dark night, the stars were shining. The stars here weren’t as bright as in Erathia World. In this world, each star represented a world that had given birth to life, unlike in Erathia, where each star represented a Deity’s Divine Kingdom.

This world has no deities. It’s a world that has been ruled by two Titans in succession, which no longer has the basis for the birth of gods, just like the Flame Wheel Tribe in front of Muria who are holding a sacrifice ceremony. They aren’t worshiping a specific entity but the land they live on.

Muria asked, all the tribes or cities in the Shadow Wasteland World perform sacrifices to the earth beneath their feet. Even the power with vested authority in this world, the Nine Phoenix Dynasty, directly performed sacrifices to the Shadow Wasteland World when they held sacrifice ceremonies. Thus, it was impossible for the Shadow Wasteland World to give birth to gods.

“Muria, is this the world you have been assigned to? Such a primitive power system!” said Red Dragon Auston, who was lying at Muria’s feet, looking at the massive bonfire lit by the Shadow Wasteland people with a trace of contempt and arrogance in his lazy voice. He looked like a city person in the countryside, looking down on everything here.

“Thump!” Muria punched the Red Dragon’s head without any emotion, burying his massive head into the rock, “The power system of this world was introduced by the first Titan. Are you trying to imply something by saying the power system here is outdated?”

“Nope, I’m merely expressing my opinion. I have absolutely no grievances against you.” Auston pulled his head out of the rock, flicked the broken stones off his head, lifted his claws, and swore an oath to Muria while thumping his scaled chest.

“Watch quietly and stop talking rubbish. The power system of this world is indeed less advanced compared to Elasia. But without me, you would be a Red Dragon who just eats, waits to die, and purely relies on your body’s talents. What right do you have to judge?”

In the face of Muria’s reprimand, Red Dragon Auston obediently shut his mouth and stopped talking. At this moment, the Flame Wheel Tribe’s sacrifice ritual had reached the most important step—the Coming of Age Ceremony for the Shadow Wasteland teenagers, allowing them to possess their first totem in their lives and establish their foundation.

Amid the cheering of the Flame Wheel tribespeople, four Shadow Wasteland teenagers stepped forward, followed by some Flame Wheel tribespeople carrying their Coming of Age Ceremony sacrificial offerings.

Black Terror, the smallest and weakest among the teenagers, had the most eye-catching offering, a Feathered Serpent Dragon that was over fifty meters long, supported by four adult members of the tribe. His sacrificial item stood out amongst the less impressive offerings of the other teenagers.

The Flame Wheel people stared at Black Terror, a teenager who was inherently lacking in their tribe. Their eyes reflected complex emotions of envy, jealousy, and disdain…

“Black Terror is so weak, it’s a waste for him to use a Feathered Serpent Dragon as a sacrificial offering. It should have been given to Achai. He is the most talented teenager in our Flame Wheel Tribe.”

“Absolutely. The weakest guy is using the best offering. It’s a waste.”

“How about we band together and propose to the high priest to let Achai switch offerings with Black Terror? After all, Achai’s father prepared a Steel-toothed Violent Dragon for him. Even in his dreams, Black Terror could not have hoped for such an offering.”

“You must be stupid! Black Terror’s offering was given to him by the big figure from the city. We have no right to decide. We can only watch. If we anger the big guy, we’ll really be in trouble.”

“Black Terror will undergo the Coming of Age Ceremony first.” Just as the ceremony was about to begin, Muria, who had been quietly observing from the side, suddenly spoke. Her voice sent the entire Flame Wheel Tribe into a moment of silence.

Then, everyone silently turned their gazes to the old priest with a weathered face and a slightly hunched body.

“Black Terror, come up with your offering!” On seeing Muria’s gaze, the old priest immediately called Black Terror up. He had no reason to start a conflict with Muria over something so trivial. Regardless of who went first, the beneficiaries would be his tribespeople.

What the old priest failed to notice was that a teenager below had tightly clenched his fist. According to the tribe’s traditions, the first to undergo the Coming of Age Ceremony should be the strongest teenager in the tribe. But he had been deprived of that opportunity.

“Thump!” Under the gaze of the Flame Wheel people, the brutal Feathered Serpent Dragon was thrown into a nearly twenty-meter-tall bonfire. The comparatively smaller fire engulfed the Feathered Serpent Dragon in an instant, and then a strange power manifested, causing the Feathered Serpent Dragon’s body to melt quickly like a candle in high heat.

Roar! As the feathered serpent dragon’s body completely melted into the fire, a snake made up of black mist, identical to the Feathered Serpent Dragon, flew out from the flames, circled above the bonfire, and plunged into an ecstatically happy Shadow Wasteland teenager, Black Terror.

Black Terror groaned in pain, and then a menacing Feathered Serpent Dragon totem gradually emerged from his bare upper body, covering the entire arm and half his shoulder.

At the same time, Black Terror felt a massive power surge from the Feathered Serpent Dragon tattoo on his left arm, piercing his flesh and giving his body a feeling of expansion as if it were about to burst.

In fact, his body was indeed expanding. In the blink of an eye, Black Terror’s underdeveloped body had reached the normal height of a Shadow Wasteland teenager, a full fifteen meters tall.

“Do you envy Black Terror?” Seeing Black Terror, who was undergoing drastic changes and whose strength was rapidly increasing, Muria suddenly spoke up and asked with a smile, “Do you envy the Feathered Serpent Dragon I gifted him?”

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PS: The length of the Feathered Serpent Dragon has been changed from approximately thirty meters to over fifty meters due to earlier inconsistencies.