King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 814 - 814 803 Blazing Sky Gods and Dragon King

Chapter 814: Chapter 803: Blazing Sky Gods and Dragon King Chapter 814: Chapter 803: Blazing Sky Gods and Dragon King “Anyone who dares to make a move at this time, to disrupt the battle between the Titans and the outer gods, shall become my divine enemy,” the Master of Dawn, Losanda, declared with unwavering determination. “I will devote my entire life’s strength to making sure they fall and never rise again.”

In the face of such critical issues, Losanda, the Master of Dawn, was willing to set aside some conflicts and contradictions between gods and Epics.

After all, the Titans were a legend born from the world of Erathia. They are one of the symbols that represent the Erathia World to the outside.

The mere thought of a world without the Titans to protect it made Losanda, the Master of Dawn, shudder. Without them, countless outer realm evil gods would cast their covetous gaze upon them. After all, worlds as rich as theirs were few and far between within the endless Void.

“Hmph, are you threatening me?” Storm Lord Taros looked around and realized that many of the deities who had been just as restless as he was had quieted down considerably.

“If you think so, then so be it!”

“Since when did the mighty Master of Dawn become a lapdog of the Titan Tribe? I was unaware,” Taros sneered.

“Do you really wish to become sworn divine enemies with me, Taros?”

“Hmph!” Hearing the Master of Dawn’s threat, Taros snorted angrily, turned his head away, and fell silent. He bore a grudge against the Titans and sought revenge, but that didn’t mean he was willing to clash to the death with Losanda, who had the potential to attain Great Divine Power.

Following Losanda’s declaration, many powerful deities within the Temple of All Gods, like the god of justice Tyr, two mighty forces from the Elven God System—Angaris and Correlon—the chief god of the Dwarves, Moradin, and others, all expressed their positions…

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“Wow! That King of the Undead is so powerful!” exclaimed Muria, sealed within a sphere of water and unable to move. He looked astonished at the distant battlefield. There, the King of the Undead, having reverted to his strongest skeletal form, charged single-handedly into the thickest concentration of Evil Gods, slaughtering them mercilessly.

So far, he had shattered the bodies of more than a handful of Evil Gods. Some had even been shattered by him repeatedly, to the point where they were hesitant to approach, having been terrified by his onslaught.

“What has gotten into him to become so berserk all of a sudden?” Muria marveled, comparing the King of the Undead’s relentless brutality to the fighting style of other rampaging Epic Titans. The King fought with savage ferocity and dominating force, showing a lethal intensity as if he had no regard for his own life—and his strength was terrifyingly formidable.

It was precisely because of his frenzied tactics that his skeletal Titan form had been smashed to pieces by the focused attacks of the Evil Gods. However, before they could do anything to the shattered remains, his body would instantly recover.

…The battle in the Void continued, and Muria was still being carried around the outskirts by the Dragon King Bita—more accurately, he couldn’t even be said to be moving under his own power since it was the Dragon King Bita who was truly exerting effort.

He occasionally took potshots at Evil Gods, aiding the Epic Titan in battle, whereas Muria was entirely useless, sealed within a large water sphere held tightly in the Dragon King’s claws, his only purpose to serve as a mascot.

Muria was extremely frustrated with this situation—his lack of strength was an impediment, making him nothing but a mascot. No matter how vexing, a lack of strength was a lack of strength; he had no right to intervene in battles of such caliber.

He didn’t even have the right to observe a normal battle from the sidelines; had it not been for the protection of the Dragon King Bita, he likely would have died countless times by now.

Like his stern father Ansol, Muria couldn’t bear being a mere spectator and had joined the fray in the Void Battlefield, becoming cannon fodder in the fight against the Evil God’s Followers.

Even now, Muria could see his father’s figure actively engaging in the Void Battlefield. His father’s presence wasn’t due to superior strength—among the ranks of the Evil God’s Followers they fought, there were many more powerful than his father. They were as numerous as crucian carp in a river, countless and overwhelming.

Ansol had managed to stay alive until now simply because he was a Titan. His very existence drew the subordinate legions brought by the rest of the Epic Titans, some of whom instinctively flocked to him. They formed a battle group around him, tightly protecting him within it, so much so that sometimes Ansol couldn’t even find an opportunity to clash with the followers of the Evil Gods. Whenever an Evil God’s follower approached, they were blocked by the subordinates of the Epic Titans.

Therefore, although his father was active, he too had been reduced to a bystander role. Muria could see the disappointment in his father’s eyes, as well as the flames of his fighting spirit burning fiercely. Not only had Muria been stimulated, but his father had also been greatly provoked.

“Sooner or later, I will qualify to join a war of this caliber and become a victor, a dominator.” The more powerless he felt inside, the stronger his desire to become powerful grew. Muria silently made up his mind, and the thought of becoming epic finally became incredibly firm.

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“The advantage of the Titans is rapidly dissipating. There are simply too many Evil Gods.” After the battle had persisted for over ten days, Muria was somewhat anxious. Although the Epic Titans were powerful, they could not withstand the fact that this was enemy territory, and the number of these Evil Gods was outrageously high. So far, their numbers had already exceeded thirty and were approaching forty.

Such an astounding number of Evil Gods was truly alarming and nearly inconceivable. It was hard to imagine what within the World Community could breed so many Evil Gods, or rather, that there could be so many of them lingering here.

Boom! Another familiar wave of Void tremors came from the chaotic Void. Immediately after, a Gate of the Void took shape, and a corner of a city bathed in endless holy light appeared within this rapidly expanding gateway, and slowly flew out.

Seeing the emergence of this Gate of the Void, the surrounding Evil God’s followers suddenly received orders and began to madly rush towards it. But before they could get close, the light emanating from the city that slowly emerged from the gateway incinerated many of the weaker Evil God’s followers into ashes.

Still, some of the Evil God’s followers approached the city, flailing their tentacles, spewing mucus, or exuding terrifying fear auras, displaying strong psychic attacks, trying to stop the city from descending through the Gate of the Void.

But it wasn’t long before one beam of light after another burst forth from the city, turning many Void minions to ashes. Cloud City was just a comfortable city to live in during times of peace, but when needed, it became an unstoppable war stronghold.

At the same time, many angels with fluttering wings, clad in battle armor, wielding swords and long spears flew out, fighting alongside these twisted followers of Evil Gods, preventing them from approaching Cloud City.

“Another god from outside has descended? Damn it.” The Evil God who was already feeling fed up with the Epic Titans’ battles cursed under his breath. But this cursing was futile; the war had reached a scale that they could not simply end if they wished. Without a leader with absolute authority appearing, this war simply could not be stopped.

So despite the complaints, seeing the arrival of the enemies, there were still many Evil Gods who rushed forward, wanting to strike first. In terms of numbers, these Evil Gods had an absolute advantage; they could always separate some of their number to join or disrupt other battle groups.

“What filthy and disgusting creatures you are. How could there be monsters like you in the Void?” Faced with the rushing Evil Gods, a grand voice echoed from within Cloud City. A vast amount of light then poured out from the city, forming a palm that grasped an Evil God that had charged forward, then brutally crushed it, splattering its vile blood which formed an ocean of floating flesh, tentacles, and indescribable things in the Void…

“It’s the Blazing Sky God Race’s Cloud City!” Muria, with a face full of surprise, watched the Gate of the Void from which Cloud City was slowly emerging. Seeing the giant hand made of light burst forth from this city and crush an Evil God demonstrated the domineering strength of a worthy opponent.

“Why has it stopped moving?” Muria watched as Cloud City, protected by a Blazing Sky God who seemed as powerful as the Ancient Prison Master, slowly drove out from the Gate of the Void. But after it had fully emerged, the Cloud City stopped and did not immediately join the battlefield.

Quickly, Muria’s doubt was answered as he saw another massive Cloud City slowly drive out from the still-open Gate of the Void, although this city was somewhat smaller than the second.

“Not just one Blazing Sky God.” Muria joyfully watched the third Cloud City appear. The continuous emergence of the Cloud Cities moved Muria inexplicably.

In total, nine Cloud Cities came out in succession from the Gate of the Void. The Blazing Sky God who had crushed an Evil God at the beginning had the largest Cloud City of the nine, and his strength was also the strongest.

“Huh, the Gate of the Void hasn’t closed yet. Could it be that more Blazing Sky Gods have yet to come?” Muria eagerly watched the still slowly expanding Gate of the Void, his eyes filled with anticipation. Of course, he hoped that the number of Epics on his side would be as large as possible, ideally enough to overwhelm the number of Evil Gods on the opposite side and then turn the tide against them.

With Muria’s hopeful gaze, the head of a dragon exuding chilling coldness stretched out from the Gate of the Void, followed by a resounding Dragon Chant.

“Not a Blazing Sky God, but the Dragon King!”