King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 834 - 834 822 The New God Hades

Chapter 834: Chapter 822: The New God, Hades! Chapter 834: Chapter 822: The New God, Hades! Unfortunately, because Hades had been in slumber for far too long, the current Undead Council was no longer the same as when it was first established.

When he wanted to intervene peacefully in the affairs of the Undead Council and correct its developmental direction, the resistance he encountered was so great that Hades knew the Council had slipped from his control. The true master of the Undead Council had been sidelined to become a mere figurehead.

Facing such an outcome, the King of the Undead, Hades, naturally refused to accept it. Therefore, he resorted to force, prepared to return the Council to its originally intended state using martial prowess.

Muria didn’t know the outcome of the battle, nor did he know when this battle took place or when it ended. He only knew that after this battle, Hades had ascended to godhood.

It was only when Hades ascended that Muria realized that such a monumental event had transpired without his knowledge.

The commotion of Hades’ ascent to godhood was so immense that the entire world thundered in response, and Muria, at the moment Hades took his seat upon the Divine Throne, saw the world’s rules project into his mind.

He saw a majestic figure seated on a Black Skeleton Throne, garbed in magnificent purple-black armor, with a bloodstained war lance beside him and a notched long sword in one hand. The figure’s face was enshrouded in darkness, invisible to Muria who felt only a deep sense of solitude.

After just a fleeting glance of this recorded image, it vanished from Muria’s mind, and then, Muria knew that the world had gained a powerful deity and lost a free-roaming King of the Undead.

After this shocking event, Muria immediately contacted Barbosa, a betrayer of his own kind for resources, the undead pirate captain!

Regrettably, even this pirate who remained so even in death admitted he lacked detailed intelligence; he only knew that in this upheaval, epics of the Undead Council fell. But the King of the Undead… no, Hades, still reigned over the Undead Council.

“Too proud, indeed!” Although uncertain of the exact details, Muria conjectured the general sequence of events.

Hades, the King of the Undead, sought to reclaim his rightful power within the Undead Council, but the increasingly strengthened and autonomous Council infuriated most of its epics by his actions.

Hades, too, couldn’t be bothered to elaborate; he fought them directly, even attempting to eliminate them. However, during the battle, he likely realized his power was insufficient to extinguish these epics and thus chose to ascend.

Erathia World responded immediately, splitting the duties of other gods of death based on the nature of Hades’ power, then merging them into a new, entirely fitting divine office for Hades, bestowing this divine office upon him. Subsequently, Hades’ power within the world doubled in an instant, annihilating all dissenters, and as a price, he could never leave Erathia World again.

All these were Muria’s own speculations, and although he didn’t know exactly what had transpired, it was clear that an event demanding greater power to resolve had occurred, prompting the King of the Undead to trade his freedom for formidable strength in his ascent to godhood.

“He could have just asked for help!” Muria reflected on the incident with a sigh. He truly felt it was a pity that such a powerful being, who was close to catching up with the Shiyu Dominator and Ancient Prison Master, had thus severed his own Path to Epic and was so unyieldingly proud.

“If only he had been willing to ask, the Titan Tribe would have certainly helped!”

…

Crackling and popping!

Muria, now three hundred ninety years old, was seated within a vast pool of thunder, which was completely formed from highly concentrated assimilations of lightning, fire, and wind elemental forces, all fully liquefied.

The source of these forces came from twenty-eight legends who shared the same attributes as Muria. After their powers were forcibly extracted following their sealing, they were filtered and infused into this thunder pool.

These twenty-eight legends were used by Muria as biological apparatuses for collecting, refining, and compressing power. He extracted it from them, filtered it, and then Muria would absorb it, needing only to complete the final step of assimilation, saving a great deal of time.

“There isn’t much time left; it’s about time to break through to Legend Seventh Rank. After completely conquering the Shadow Wasteland World, I can start on the things I want to do next.”

After a moment of contemplation, Muria, who had fully transformed into his Dragon Titan Form, stood within the thunder pool. The three types of highly concentrated legendary elemental powers had completely submerged his hundred and eighty meters tall body.

Boom! As Muria released the constraints on his body, all the elemental forces within the thunder pool began to surge wildly into him, forming a small whirlpool.

Muria rarely showed his true form, as the larger the body, the greater the consumption. He typically maintained a smaller Dragon People form for lower energy expenditure. This was something Muria learned from the other Dragon Kings and epic Titans.

Click! A sound of shattering chains echoed within Muria’s consciousness. Following that, Muria’s aura, which had been stuck after draining half of the thunder pool, began to rise, like a volcanic eruption.

With his breakthrough, the capacity of his body shattered its previous threshold, as the lightning pool surged once again, and the remaining power began madly flooding into his once-again enlarged form.

This breakthrough did not provoke any celestial phenomena, as Muria had made thorough preparations. He did not need to devour the elemental power from the outside world to supplement himself, and therefore only a few knew that Muria had become a Legend Seventh Rank.

“Terence, assemble the legion, prepare for war,” Muria commanded as he stepped out of the lightning pool, addressing the legendary Storm Giant Terence standing attendantly at the side.

“As you command, Your Majesty!”

…

In the Shadow Wasteland World, before the Iron Rampart.

Muria looked up at the rampart that stretched from earth to sky, his eyes filled with wonder. Despite being a bookworm for two hundred years, with his current knowledge, he still could not guarantee that he could set up a barrier like the Golden Dragon Mother Atreus had, using the world’s geographical advantages to create a rampart that could split the entire world in two.

But now, to dismantle this barrier in a graceful manner was beyond Muria’s abilities; the only method he knew was to destroy the power supply nodes of the Magic Array that energized the rampart, an act that would cause the elemental balance of the whole continent to go haywire.

Therefore, Muria summoned his Mother, Dragon mother Atreus, “Mother, it’s time to take down this barrier.”

“Actually, you could have prepared for a few more years; this barrier could have held out for a few more years,” Dragon mother Atreus said, reluctantly looking at the rampart before her. It was the highest-level, largest-scale Magic Array she had crafted thus far.

“My legion is now fully assembled, Mother,” said Muria, showcasing his complete Titan Body, as he looked back at the innumerable Giant formations behind him, each counting tens of thousands, stretching out far behind him.

Most were native Shadow Giants; over two hundred years, Muria selected mature Shadow Giants that had submitted to him to train and then custom-forged Metal Weapons to fit their stature, thoroughly revolutionizing the Shadow Giants of this half of the world.

Even with twenty resource worlds granted by the Blazing Sky God Race, it took Muria this long to cultivate an army of Shadow Giants numbering in the millions; after all, forging a set of full-body armor for a giant consumed a vast amount of resources.

This time, Muria had brought his entire trained army of Shadow Giants. Of course, Muria did not bring them to wield their slaughter knives against their own kind and fellow people; he brought them to show off their muscles.

He wanted the Shadow Giants on the other side to see the benefits of submitting to him, the great Titan soon to rule the Shadow Wasteland World as king, Muria.

“All right!” Having seen the giant legion that Muria had assembled, Dragon mother Atreus let out a resigned sigh, and then took out her Magic Staff and waved it lightly.

Without much commotion, a spiderweb of cracks appeared on the stretch of the rampart in front of Muria, and within less than ten breaths’ time, the entire rampart collapsed.

“Follow me, and conquer the world!”

A War Lance over three hundred meters long appeared in Muria’s hand; he swung it and pointed forward, and then Muria was the first to stride over the ruins of the iron rampart.

Muria had grown, and his Exclusive Weapons had not fallen behind; they had devoured plenty of Legendary Metal, and their might had increased accordingly.

Boom! A legendary battle quickly erupted. The collapse of the rampart drew the attention of the legendaries from the Nine Phoenix Dynasty stationed there and lured them over.

The battle ignited quickly and ended even faster. Muria, towering several times over the opposing legendary Shadow Giants, pressed the War Lance to the neck of the legendary Giant who now bore a bloody hole in his chest.

“Submit to me!” Muria’s voice was filled with authority. In this war of conquest and unification, Muria intended to keep the control at the top level, to avoid any slaughter and bloodshed as much as possible, because, in the end, all the losses from the slaughter would be his own.

“Are you the Titan?” asked the badly wounded Shadow Giant lying on the ground, looking up at Muria. He then looked at the legions of Shadow Giants marching through the gap in the rampart with synchronized steps, his face revealing a complex expression.

“Of course!”

“I am willing to submit to you.”