King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 847 - 847 835 Missing Out Will Be a Lifelong Regret

Chapter 847: Chapter 835: Missing Out Will Be a Lifelong Regret! Chapter 847: Chapter 835: Missing Out Will Be a Lifelong Regret! “You should feel fortunate, for as the guardian of the sea, I am supposed to embrace all creatures bred within its depths, but I cannot do so. I despise those creatures previously spawned by this sea area, which is why you can now stand before me and converse in peace.”

“That is not a matter of luck, Red Moon Your Excellency, I also loathe the twisted creatures bred within this sea area. That’s why I ordered them to be eradicated, to make room for new marine life to occupy here.”

Muria probably had already guessed why the Legendary Beasts appeared—it was because he had ordered the commencement of this genocidal war.

If he had simply wanted to initiate a genocidal war, by now the Sea Emperor Dragon and even the Wind King Hawk, with whom he had conducted a PY transaction, would have acted against him, for anyone who dared to disrupt the Ecological Cycle was unforgivable.

The ecosystem of Senapus Subcontinent and its surrounding sea area, although twisted and bizarre under the influence of the Evil God, was ultimately capable of breeding, spreading, and strengthening. The filth and sin within it meant nothing to the world, which could accommodate these.

However, by destroying all these ecosystems, Muria had committed a taboo. Yet, Muria intended to annihilate all that was twisted here first and then expend a significant amount of human effort and resources on reconstruction, making the environment of the Senapus Subcontinent as good as that of other continents.

To this end, Muria had even negotiated with the Elf Queen from Eternal Island, asking her to dispatch a sufficient number of Tree Shepherds to assist in rebuilding the natural ecology of the Senapus Subcontinent.

The world, or rather, the Legendary Beasts, seemed to have foreseen what he would do in the future; hence, they could converse amicably with Muria, maintaining harmony as they were now. Otherwise, Muria would have been punished long ago.

“Be mindful to control the ferocity of the war. Do not cause too much destruction to the surrounding environment. I am already overwhelmed with work; don’t trouble me further.”

The Sea Emperor Dragon remained noncommittal to Muria’s remarks, merely offering a piece of advice. His current task was to follow the expansion of Muria’s Legion and purify all the sea areas he had wiped clean. He didn’t care for anything else.

The current workload was already considerable, purifying the entire coastal region of the Senapus Subcontinent. He didn’t know how much strength it would take. Of course, the strength itself was not an issue, as long as he was in the sea, his strength would never be exhausted. Mainly, it was extremely exhausting and energy-draining.

“I’ll try my best! War isn’t something I can control alone,” Muria said with a smile, not daring to make a promise. His opponents were a group of Evil Gods, and his current task was to undermine their foundations, which was more outrageous than desecrating ancestral graves. Who knew what actions these Evil Gods might take when pushed to a certain extent.

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“Hey, Iste, what is that?” A Red Dragon coiled on the ruins of a destroyed building looked up at the gradually greening sky, puzzled, and turned to a handsome young man beside him who was studying a painting.

“Don’t bother me, this is ‘Melancholic Princess’ painted by Master Fan, a renowned artist from the Hergamos Empire 9000 years ago. It has great importance…” The golden-haired young man, asked the question, replied with impatience, as he was now authenticating antiques.

“Cut the historical and artistic value talk. Just tell me how much is the painting worth?” The Red Dragon, hearing the Gold Dragon beside him ramble on about irrelevant matters, was also impatient.

“It’s a piece of art. How can you defile it with money?” The golden-haired young man in gentleman’s attire and with a monocle rebuked when asked how much the ancient painting in his hands was worth.

“One thousand Elemental Crystals, deal or no deal?”

“Done! Bring me the crystals, and the painting is yours,” Gold Dragon Iste declared immediately.

“Do you think I’m a fool? To spend one thousand Elemental Crystals on such a trifle!” The Red Dragon picked his nose, disdainfully remarking, “I was just testing you. It seems your painting isn’t worth one thousand Elemental Crystals.”

“It’s not as simple as that. If handled well, this painting might fetch one thousand Elemental Crystals from a collector who happens to like it. The Human Empires are full of rich fools with more money than sense,” Iste, the Gold Dragon, explained.

“It can sell for that much?” Upon hearing his Gold Dragon friend’s words, the Red Dragon’s eyes suddenly lit up. Xena Pus had already established stable trade channels with the Ten Great Empires, and selling ancient paintings wasn’t particularly difficult.

“Hey, why is the sky turning green?” At this point, Gold Dragon Iste ignored the Red Dragon, who was approaching him with ill intentions, and noticed the sky changing color.

Inhale~ Iste, the Gold Dragon, took a sniff and caught the scent of plants typical of an ancient forest, a visible life force lingering at the tip of his nose.

“Hey, look! There’s a wild plant.” The Red Dragon poked Gold Dragon Iste in surprise, noticing a wild plant growing rapidly amidst the ruins where he lay. But he soon found it wasn’t just that one plant. Following it, more sprouted up swiftly, and slender vines began to grow, twining around the ruins.

For just a breath or two of time, the ruins he had just created were covered in various weeds and vines, as if they had gone through several years of growth.

“Crap, why do I have grass growing on me!” At that moment, an exasperated voice came through. The Red Dragon followed the sound and immediately saw a Black Dragon with a few blades of grass growing on him, one of which was even on top of his head.

“That guy must not have bathed in a long time. He’s covered in too much dirt. The grass didn’t just appear out of thin air; it needs nutrients to grow.”

The Gold Dragon Ist also followed the Black Dragon’s cursing and quickly made a judgment, revealing a look of disdain in his eyes. Metallic dragons, especially Gold Dragons, are known to be quite obsessive about cleanliness.

“What the hell is going on?” The Red Dragon looked back at the city they had just destroyed. Now, where wild fires had been everywhere, the city was burgeoning with all sorts of plants, lush and green, strikingly different from the black and grey flora native to this land.

Boom!

A faint vibration sounded from the distance, followed by a second and a third. The footsteps grew heavier and the sense of vibration stronger.

“Something is coming.” The Gold Dragon Ist said with a grave expression, looking toward the increasingly dark green sky. There, at the convergence of the sky and the earth, appeared a head crowned with a pair of sickle-like, long and winding horns, followed by its neck, covered in blue and gold shells.

“Holy moly, what is that!” The Red Dragon’s mouth gaped open as he beheld the Giant Beast appearing on the distant horizon. He was not one of those ignorant dragons from the wilderness.

At the most basic level of visual comparison, he knew his stuff. Just by his judgment, this Giant Beast towered over two hundred meters tall, towering above him even if he stood on the tip of his tail.

“You ask me, who should I ask?” The Gold Dragon Ist was equally shocked. He had also estimated the rough height of the Giant Beast. While size did not equate to strength, there was certainly a huge correlation. A beast of such mammoth proportions could scarcely be weak.

“What do we do?”

“Duh, we run, of course! With a beast that big, friend or foe, we should bolt first and ask questions later. Although, it doesn’t seem like its power is akin to our enemies, but who can be sure with these things?”

The Gold Dragon Ist, without having seen Green God Lian’s feet, undid his shape-shifting spell, revealing his true form, spread his wings, and prepared to flee the area. A being of such caliber was beyond what they, who had just entered their youth period, could handle.

“Calm down! Someone has already reported to Senapus, and a legend will be here soon. Our beloved dean might even take action against a being of this level.”

The Gold Dragon, who had just flown up less than ten meters, was dragged back down by the tail as the Red Dragon grabbed him, “If it’s friendly, there’s no need to run. If it’s an enemy, then we have a spectacle to look forward to.”

“What spectacle?” Gold Dragon Ist questioned the Red Dragon, who had drawn close to him on purpose because he had seen his sister, and was baffled by his way of thinking. Facing such a formidable presence, he still dared to stay.

“Look, if this powerful being is an enemy, and our dean gets into a conflict with it, is it possible that he might be overpowered and pinned to the ground? Such an exciting scene, you think we can miss it?”

“What you’re talking about could only happen, it’s not certain.” Gold Dragon Ist reminded.

“But it’s worth the risk of staying. If we miss out on such a scene, it would be a lifelong regret.”

“You make sense!” As Gold Dragon Ist nodded in agreement, a crack silently opened behind him, and out stepped Muria with black hair and golden pupils, her face expressionless as she looked at the two dragons.

“What’s very sensible?”

“Your Excellency! It’s… it’s nothing!” The sudden appearance of Muria scared both dragons silly, their responses uncertain and lacking confidence.

“Oh, you two from now on are my honorary parade. Follow behind me.”