King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 844 - 844 832 World-Shaking Green God Lian

Chapter 844: Chapter 832: World-Shaking Green God Lian Chapter 844: Chapter 832: World-Shaking Green God Lian “So you are the offspring of Titan and dragon, Muria?”

“It is I!” Muria wasn’t particularly surprised that this guy could recognize him; although he had only roamed the Senapus Subcontinent for a bit over two hundred years ago, he believed that he had attained sufficient fame on this continent during that time.

“I hear you possess minions powerful enough to conquer an entire continent. Where is your legion?”

“Look, are you overestimating yourself? The fact that I would personally deal with you should already be considered an honor,” Muria said calmly, his words stinging the legendary demon warlock with shame and indignation. “If you weren’t the first legendary being discovered under my command, what makes you think you’re worthy of my intervention?”

“Muria, don’t be too arrogant!” Hearing such words, the demon warlock, who brought fear to all the residents of this region and ruled over it, fell into a furious rage, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

Then, his body began to rapidly swell, instantly tearing through his black robe. The iconic demon bat wings, a massive tail, and the twisting demon horns all appeared, and in a short span of time, his body swelled to sixty meters.

“That’s it? Fine, I misjudged then. If you can survive one hit from me without dying, I’ll spare your life.”

“Muria, I acknowledge your strength now, strong enough to kill me with one strike, but what about this?” The demon warlock looked at Muria with a sneer, and then a strange fluctuation emanated from him. Above his head, a narrow space rift appeared.

Through this rift, Muria saw a throne guarded by numerous demons. Upon the throne sat a ferocious deity, and when Muria’s gaze met his, the deity’s dark golden eyes also shifted toward Muria.

Next, a cold wave surged into Muria’s Sea of Spirits, attempting to incite fear within him, but as its force extended into the Material World, it was weakened by the laws of the world, failing to make even a ripple in Muria’s Sea of Spirits.

“Not bad!” The ferocious deity laughed, and then, seated upon the Divine Throne, he reached out towards Muria. An immense force of attraction enveloped Muria, dragging him towards the space rift.

As long as they could bring Muria’s true body out of the Material World and into His Divine Kingdom, even legendary Muria, no matter how noble his bloodline or how sharp his weapon, would still be at His mercy.

However, this force of attraction had barely covered Muria for a moment when a battle axe radiating a strong aura of slaughter appeared from the sky. The intense aura of death even stained the heavens above Muria with a bloody hue.

Following this, the axe cleaved downwards, a slash so potent it seemed to bisect the world appearing. The Axe Light surged into the space rift, aiming for the deity seated on the Divine Throne.

“Merely a Pseudo-realm!” The deity roared in anger, raising his hand to grasp the Axe Light, crushing it effortlessly. The shattered Axe Light dispersed in all directions around the throne, instantly slaughtering many of the demons that guarded it.

“Drip!” The sound of thick liquid dropping echoed as the deity lifted his hand, gazing at his scale-covered hand—or rather claws—where a glaring wound lay open to the bone.

“Epic Titan, very good!” The deity clenched his fist, and as his palms came together, the wound on his hand vanished without a trace.

“If you actually intervene under these circumstances, then what if I send down an Avatar?”

The deity sitting in the Divine Kingdom, who had been injured by a weapon of the Epic Titan, felt a pang of wariness and immediately closed the rift connecting His Divine Kingdom with the Material World.

“This…” The legendary demon warlock, who had gone to great lengths to connect his deity’s Divine Kingdom with the Material World through a space rift, stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, unable to grasp what had happened.

Soon, a look of genuine fear appeared on his face as he sensed a strong and domineering will invading his consciousness, “Your Excellency, spare my life!”

“To merge with me is your honor!”

Muria looked up at the battle axe disappearing into the sky once again, his face showing no surprise. This was the reason he dared to initiate war on the Senapus Subcontinent, as no forces beyond what was expected would appear in this war.

In simple terms, any existence he couldn’t defeat, someone would help him dispatch, leaving only those he could kill or, in the eyes of the Epic Titan, those he was capable of dealing with.

“Half-breed kid, it seems like under these circumstances, your elders won’t intervene,” the Demon Warlock across from him said, his aura undergoing a dramatic change under Muria’s gaze as his body began to swell once again.

“If I beat you to death in this form, do you think your elders will seek vengeance against me?”

Hearing these words, seemingly aimed at provoking and enraging him, Muria remained silent, drew his Demonsweeper Sword, and slashed at this deity incarnation now clearly possessing a body.

He certainly wasn’t naïve enough to wait until this deity had elevated the incarnation’s power to its peak before making a move—that would be far too foolish.

“You…” Just as the deity incarnation, having ascended to only Legendary Third Rank, emerged and uttered a piece of provocation, Muria sliced off one of its arms with a single strike and kicked it to the ground.

This left the fear deity controlling the incarnation, frustrated enough to spit blood. According to his memory, weren’t Titans just brutes looking for fights everywhere?

Now that the incarnation’s power was so far beneath his own, Muria should have quietly stood by, waiting for him to raise his power to the Legendary Peak before starting a fight. It was unexpected that Muria didn’t play by the rules.

“Too much nonsense!” Looking at the deity incarnation he had just kicked to the ground, smashing the Demon Warlock’s castle in the process, Muria fully displayed his Titan Body, then stomped down…

As Muria unilaterally beat the fear deity whose incarnation had not yet peaked in strength, the presence of the Epic Titan’s Weapons caused, for a moment, a Divine Kingdom to connect with the Material World, spreading a strange fluctuation.

In Xena Pus, within the Wind King Castle, an egg of the Wind King Eagle, sealed underground, started trembling ever so slightly, and cracks appeared on its azure crystal shell. The intense heartbeat that followed signaled the awakening of the still dormant Wind King Eagle.

Meanwhile, in the midst of a primordial forest covered in ancient trees, at the edge of a lake that seemed like a fairyland, a stag, which was lowering its head to drink, lifted its gaze.

It sensed something and looked towards the direction of Senapus. Then it stepped onto the lake as if walking on flat ground, advancing unhurriedly.

Without a trace of elemental fluctuations, the seemingly ordinary stag waded across the water. Each step rippled across the surface, and with each step, its form underwent a significant transformation.

The once short and small tail elongated, the soft fur covering its body began to vanish, to be replaced by scales of azure and gold. In the crevices of those scales, the blue light symbolizing the vitality of life blossomed.

As this being continued to move, its aura spread, and the surrounding trees began to grow wildly. Even the ancient ones, visible to the naked eye, grew in size, and those at the end of their life, already withered, sprang back to vibrancy—a rich vitality filled the forest visibly.

The originally harmless-looking stag, now provoked, transformed completely. A slender tail swung behind it, and the already large antlers extended and fused into sickle-like horns, while its body donned azure-golden scales that emanated an awe-inspiring dignity.

The change in its size was even more drastic. Initially a stag of no more than two meters in height, it now towered over any tree in the ancient forest, standing majestic with an indescribable authority.

And now, as this deity-like entity revealed its true form, all creatures in these ancient woods, from birds to beasts, even the unintelligent rats and rabbits, humbly prostrated on the ground, worshiping the majestic being at the heart of the forest.

“The Beast God is angry again!” Thought a white wolf, already lying flat on the ground, within a large forest not far from the center.

It had seen the Beast God take on this form once when it was young, in a kingdom adjoining the forest, which sought to burn down their deep woods to expand their territory. They sent their army deep into the forest, ruthlessly slaughtering the mighty creatures dwelling there.

Then, the humans’ brutal methods aroused the sleeping Beast God at the forest’s heart. The Beast God then revealed its current form, left the forest, and took a stroll through the human kingdom’s territory.

In the end, the human kingdom was annihilated, all their lands, all the cultivated ground reverted back to forest, everything covered by primeval wilderness.

“But, what could have angered the Beast God this time? No humans have entered our forest to wreak havoc!”