King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 808 - 808 797 The Sea of Thunder Covering the World

Chapter 808: Chapter 797: The Sea of Thunder Covering the World Chapter 808: Chapter 797: The Sea of Thunder Covering the World “Indeed, my mother told me to report back to the clan!” Muria, who had already sent out a distress signal to the Titan Tribe, sat aboard the Void battleship, lost in thought.

“I’ve already asked the Titan Tribe for help, but what about the Dragon Race? Should I notify them too?” After only three seconds of thought, Muria made up his mind, “I’ll let them know. Whether the Dragon Kings come or not is their decision, but I should still inform them.”

Of course, Muria’s decision to inform the Dragon Race was because he believed that when dealing with Evil Gods, nightmares of the Void, the more the merrier; after all, there’s nothing like a good old-fashioned gang-up to get the job done.

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Within the Temple of All Gods, the Platinum Dragon God, who had been standing as still as a statue on his Divine Throne, suddenly opened his eyes, confusion at first flickering across them, followed by a heartfelt expression of anger.

“An Evil God has actually dared to invade our World Community. That calls for death!”

“However, this little one who sent me the message, I seem to recall he is…” A look of hesitation appeared in the eyes of the Platinum Dragon God, “No matter whether the Titans send help or not, I should notify a few Dragon Kings to go there anyway. Any tentacle the Evil Gods dare extend must be severed.”

Howl!

Above the starry sky, within the depths of the earth, beneath the vast seas, one Giant Dragon after another, their wingspan wide enough to cover the sky, took flight, emitting a terrifying presence that commanded the attention of the gods.

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“Alright, I’ve sent out the notice.” In a world corrupted by an Evil God, Muria’s avatar smiled as he looked towards his parents, then began to exert all the power this incarnation could muster, sweeping away the relentless, seemingly endless minions of the Evil God to alleviate the pressure on his parents.

“Getting the message through is what’s important; now all we need to do is wait.”

“Um, I have notified both the Titan Tribe and the Dragon Race.” Muria coughed dryly, seeming somewhat embarrassed as he spoke.

“Notifying just the Titans would have been enough; why bother with the Dragon Race? It’s just a few minions of the Evil God that have shown up here, not an actual Evil God.”

Hearing what Muria said, Ansol furrowed his brow, feeling that his son was simply making an unnecessary fuss.

“Aren’t epics always better with more?” Muria spoke nonchalantly and without concern. “It would be great if we could follow these tentacles back to the Evil God and kill it.”

Of course, he was only joking with such a remark. He felt it would be sufficient for the epics to come and purify the corruption of the Evil God from this world; the thought of a cross-realm expedition was somewhat troubling.

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“What’s that?” Aboard a patrolling ship, an elf chosen for the battleship came to the window, eyes wide in amazement at the sight of the Void in the distance. From within the darkness afar, a point of Golden Light appeared, which then gradually expanded into a splendid Golden Pathway that stretched all the way to their location.

Upon this Golden Pathway, a being of an unbelievably immense stature walked towards them, and behind him, a vague world seemed to flicker in and out of existence.

“Little one, you summoned aid?” Soon, this towering entity arrived beside the fleet led by Muria and looked at Muria, who was coming out of the flagship.

“Yes, Ancient Prison Master.” Muria stood on the flagship, looking up at the Epic Titan of colossal proportions with a look of astonishment in his eyes; this was the first time he had seen such a gigantically scaled Titan.

“You’re quite remarkable.” The Ancient Prison Master scrutinized Muria for a moment, then nodded approvingly; in his eyes, Muria possessed excellent individual qualities and had a significant potential to achieve epic status.

After praising Muria, the Ancient Prison Master looked down at the medium-sized world below. Unlike Muria, who sensed something was off on instinct alone, he saw through the essence of the world in an instant, recognizing the power of the Evil God trying to invade it.

“Indeed, it reeks of the Evil God’s distinctive stench for devouring worlds—how audacious to stretch its tentacles here.” In the eyes of the Ancient Prison Master, Thunder danced.

Boom! Accompanied by a peal of thunder, a Weapon resembling a Scepter or a long spear appeared in the hands of the Ancient Prison Master. Just as he was about to take action, he seemed to notice something and glanced slightly to his side, looking back in the direction from which he had come.

He saw three Dragon Kings, each of different forms and wielding unique powers, flying toward his location, eventually stopping nearby; they examined the world below and then at him.

“What are you here for?” The Epic Titan, holding the Scepter, eyed the three Dragon Kings before him with a hint of hostility in his narrowed eyes. The vastness of the Void meant that epic beings without a specific goal wouldn’t typically encounter each other under normal circumstances, let alone three Dragon Kings approaching him at once. What could they possibly want?

“This isn’t your Titan’s world, so what right do they have to bar us from coming?” retorted the Starshine Dragon King, forged from infinite starlight and lacking any physical body, defiantly.

“Hmm?” The Ancient Prison Master’s grasp on his scepter tightened slightly, and from his formidable frame at the center, bars of golden thunder, sinuous as dragon snakes, crackled across a radius of dozens of kilometers.

“Don’t overthink it. We’ve merely responded to reports of an Evil God’s trace. We’ve come to eradicate these minions,” the Dragon King Bita declared calmly within the Void, surrounded by multitude of snake-shaped flows of water, his deep blue Dragon’s Eyes intensely focused on the Titan before him.

The three Dragon Kings had come together; though their intent was to purge the Evil God’s reach from their World Community, they were mainly on guard for a potential encounter with an Epic Titan.

While more Dragon Kings had been informed by the Platinum Dragon God, only these three had recently interacted with an Epic Titan and were thus “honored” with this mission to sweep away the Evil God’s corruption.

“Hmm?” Upon hearing the Dragon King’s answer, the Ancient Prison Master’s gaze shifted to Muria.

“Well, I believe that when facing an Evil God who devours worlds, the stronger our side’s power, the better.” Under the scrutiny of such a mighty and ancient Titan Ancestor, Muria felt an immense pressure, smiling awkwardly as he explained.

“Hmm? Mere minions, and you called upon the Dragon Race. You seem to greatly underestimate the power of our clan’s epics.”

“Well, my personal view is that it’s insufficient to merely clean out the minions from our World Community. We should also chase down through these minions and kill that brazen Evil God who dared to invade,” he continued.

“Isn’t that obvious, little one? Otherwise, why do you think I would be here?”

“Are you planning to?”

“I’ve slept long enough. Now that I’m awake, I don’t plan to slumber again soon. I intend to tour other World Communities. It seems the outside has forgotten our Titan’s renown, and I aim to refresh their memory.”

“As for the Evil God’s contamination here, I’ll handle the cleanup. You all just watch,” said the Ancient Prison Master to Muria before turning to the three Dragon Kings, as none of them appeared inclined to leave.

“You’re free to do as you please with that. It doesn’t matter who clears out the Evil God’s contamination,” responded the Starshine Dragon King, unfazed by the Ancient Prison Master’s words. They would watch, mainly eager to ascertain just how powerful one of the most ancient beings within the Titan Tribe had become.

Although the situation wouldn’t allow the Titan to demonstrate his full strength, at least they would get a glimpse of his might. Indeed, the combined ages of the three Dragon Kings hardly matched his.

Boom!

With the three Dragon Kings obediently standing aside, the Ancient Prison Master swept his scepter, and in an instant, an infinite expanse of golden lightning birthed from the Void coalesced into a Thundering Ocean, completely enveloping the mid-sized world below.

“Titan Lord, my parents are still in there.” Seeing the scene likely to devastate the entire mid-sized world, Muria grew anxious, knowing his parents were within.

“Kid, watch closely,” said the Mountain Dragon King, who had been silent among the Dragon Kings, as he and his battleship pulled Muria and his fleet to one side, “Your ancestor can see far clearer than you.

As the Dragon King finished speaking, the thunderous ocean covering the world pressed down, making the entire world tremble with the descent of this Thundering Ocean.

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“This presence looks as if it intends to eradicate us along with the Evil God’s minions within this world,” said a clone of Muria, who had been fighting alongside his parents, looking up at the sky. The once-dim sky was now engulfed in Golden Light, and Muria knew too well the true nature of the light that now shrouded the heavens.

“The battle is over.” Witnessing the thunderous ocean engulfing the sky, Ansol, who had fought tirelessly for three years, stopped his long spear for the first time, standing erect in the air, ceasing his attacks. The Golden Dragon Mother on Ansol’s shoulder did the same, no longer waving her magic staff.

“What’s happening?” Unlike the composed couple Ansol and Atris, the native inhabitants fighting alongside them panicked at the arrival of the Thundering Ocean.

Roar! Howl! Hiss…

Noticing that the couple had stopped fighting, the Evil God’s minions attacking them rejoiced and surged forward, but just as they leaped at them, bolts of thunder from the Thundering Ocean struck down, snuffing them out instantly.