King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 850 - 850 838 Have You Ever Tasted the Flavor of

Chapter 850: Chapter 838 Have You Ever Tasted the Flavor of Being Overthrown by Ants? Chapter 850: Chapter 838 Have You Ever Tasted the Flavor of Being Overthrown by Ants? This was a Deity who had sacrificed an entire city to bring down an Avatar, a being whose methods were exceptionally brutal. Very few Divine Beings would do such a thing; it was generally an act of Demons.

“Bane!” Seeing the Avatar of the Deity, the Ancient Amethyst Dragon couldn’t help but become extremely solemn; this was an existence he simply could not contend with at the moment. One could tell by sensing the blood aura around him that the power of this Deity’s Avatar had already reached the pinnacle that could be attained in the Material World―the Legendary Peak!

“Who knows how many will die this time,” thought the despondent Ancient Amethyst Dragon to himself. Facing such a being, even he might be slain.

But the problem was, he absolutely couldn’t run away. Among those present, if he wasn’t there to bear the brunt, then before support arrived from Xena Pus, all these dragons and giants would be slaughtered to the last by this tyrannical god.

If he dared to flee, even if he survived by chance, Prince Muria of Xena Pus would definitely not let him off. The military orders of Xena Pus had already made it crystal clear, as a general commanding troops, anyone who dared to abandon their subordinates and flee alone would face decapitation.

“Form up!” Although the Ancient Amethyst Dragon felt bitterness in his heart, he still summoned his subordinates to form a battle array and even made the giants’ Legion below form one as well, forcibly augmenting his own strength with the Army Strength. This power wasn’t exactly compatible with him, but there was no choice now; he could only try to hold out for as long as possible.

“Tell those little guys coming to support from below to retreat. Let as many escape as they can!”

The Amethyst Dragon, enveloped in elemental light as splendid as a rainbow, looked down at those various races’ professionals who had come in support with justice in their hearts and gave a slight sigh.

Then he turned to the Divine Incarnation in the distance. Biting his dragon teeth, he charged straight towards it, the plea for assistance already sent out. He shouldn’t need to hold out for too long, right?

“Futile struggle!” The tyrannical god’s Avatar standing above the Blood Pool watched the Ancient Dragon gathering Army Strength in the distance, making no movement to stop it.

An ant that could be easily squashed—even if it grew twice as large, what did it matter? Just a little more pressure, and it could still be effortlessly squashed.

“Let me see what gave that arrogant Titan and the Dragon’s Son the audacity to wage war against us.”

The tyrannical god, standing atop the Blood Pool, devoured the life essence within, continually enhancing the strength of this Avatar. If he were to do battle with creatures like Titans, not having a powerful body would be unacceptable.

Roar!

At that moment, the Tyrant God, who had been lost in thought, saw the Ancient Dragon ensconced in Army Strength charging towards him and immediately revealed a look of disdain. He grasped the Skeletal Bones Sword in his hand, which kept growing with his body, and with a raise of his hand he unleashed a slash of sword light.

After ten breaths—The Ancient Amethyst Dragon, covered in slash scars, was sent flying back, heavily crashing in front of the Giant Battle Array. His chest heaved slowly—he was about to be directly slain by this Avatar of the Deity. Every wound inflicted by this Avatar on him was incurable.

Step! Step! Step… The sound of footsteps treading on rubble approached. The tyrannical god, who had drained all the life essence from the Blood Pool, walked towards the Ancient Dragon, and past him towards the well-prepared Giant Legion, stopping in front of the heavily wounded Ancient Dragon, looking down at him with an utterly indifferent gaze.

“Reptile, do you feel the gap between us?”

“Pathetic creature!” Hearing the Divine Being’s mockery, the Ancient Amethyst Dragon retorted fiercely,

“The strength you now wield, how many Believers did you sacrifice to gain it? Those poor souls never knew their Souls were being used as fuel for your newfound power!”

“Dying for me is an honor for those insects.”

“But without that swarm of insects to uplift your Divine Throne, would you be able to sit there loftily and look down on all living beings? Pathetic creature, a Blood Sacrifice of your own followers, you’re digging your own grave.”

“Ha!” The tyrannical god’s lips cracked slightly, revealing a sneer. If he didn’t Blood Sacrifice his own followers, would he leave them for these pests to slaughter?

Without further explanation, he lashed out with a kick, sending the mountain-like body of the Ancient Dragon flying. Before it even landed, he raised the Skeletal Bones Sword in his hand and cleaved downwards, splitting the body of the Ancient Dragon in two. The crystalline, translucent purple dragon blood spilled onto the earth, a particularly tragic sight.

“Next, it’s your turn. I will let that Hybrid know, defying me comes with what sort of price!” The tyrannical god no longer paid attention to the Ancient Dragon who was hanging by a thread and strode towards the Giant Legion ahead.

The dragons above had already started to show signs of collapse. The Ancient Dragon that had consolidated so much of their strength had been chopped down by the Avatar of the Deity, a death sentence for those who would dare face it. To battle him was utterly meaningless.

“Evil God, meet your demise!” In the face of the threat posed by this powerful deity, the giants in the front raised their weapons and charged, while more giants from behind took out their own arms and hurled them at this god — escaping was futile anyway, so they might as well die with some dignity. This deity, with eyes atop their head, looked down on them.

Swoosh! No matter the kind of weapon, as they approached a certain distance from Bane’s avatar, they were suspended in midair and then, starting from the foremost tip, they silently turned to dust, scattering to the ground.

Boom!

Confronted by the giants attempting to attack him, Bane swung his sword, cleaving through the giants’ robust bodies, sturdy armors, and massive tower shields… everything was split in two beneath Bane’s blade, with blood drenching the space before them…

“Kid, didn’t I tell you to run? Why aren’t you gone yet, what are you doing sticking around?” The not-so-young priest Om looked at the youth standing before him, feeling both annoyed and amused.

“I can’t go, I am a paladin, in the face of evil, I absolutely must not yield.” Paladin Ande replied with solemn righteousness, determination filled within him. Even as he saw rows of giants charge and fall before them, he remained steadfast.

“Please cast your spells with peace of mind, before I fall, I will ensure that this Evil God does not harm you.”

“This is the first time I’m seeing someone as foolish as you.” No sooner had Ande finished speaking did he feel an irresistible force from behind, and then he was hoisted high into the air.

“What gave you the illusion that I would need someone like you to protect me?” The priest, a giant himself, holding a nail-head hammer larger than Ande’s body, looked up at the young man with a disdainful smile.

“Boy, what you need to do now is survive, and if possible, seek revenge for me.” Having said that, the seemingly frail priest threw his armored hand, tossing the heavily armored paladin—who must have weighed several hundred pounds—thousands of meters away.

“No!” Ande, suspended in the air, saw the venerable bishop who liked to feign youthfulness, holding a magic staff in one hand and the nail-head hammer in the other, charging at the Evil God alongside the giants…

“Why has no one come to our aid?” The elf girl lying in the pool of giant blood looked at the Evil God incarnation wreaking havoc not far away, her eyes filled with despair.

“Bane! You’re asking for death!” Space trembled, and a hair-thin space rift appeared before the elf girl, which then slowly expanded. A pair of armored hands emerged from the rift, tearing it fiercely apart, as a figure with disheveled black hair stepped out.

“Prince Muria!” The elf girl, lying atop the ruins, looked up at the tall figure standing in front of her, her eyes alight with excitement. She had had the honor of seeing this noble being once upon her arrival in Xena Pus.

“As a God, you stoop to attack mere mortals, do you have no shame as a deity?” Muria glared at the deity’s incarnation, which had descended rapidly after a blood sacrifice of an entire city, his expression showing contempt and anger.

“Is there a difference? Aren’t I descended in this avatar specifically to deal with your kind, you ants? Whether you are legends or powerless mortals, you are the same insects in my eyes,” Bane’s avatar, standing atop a pile of giant corpses, replied with utter indifference, even with Muria’s appearance, his face unchanged.

“So in your eyes, I am an ant as well,” Muria asked with a gradually emerging gentle smile.

“Of course,” the seven meters tall Bane, clad in heavy armor, replied indifferently.

“Then, O Tyrant God, have you ever tasted the flavor of being chopped down to the ground by an ant?”

“Hmm, despicable mortal thing…”

“It seems you haven’t, but today you’re fortunate, for you will have the honor of experiencing being felled to the ground by me. I hope it will be a lesson you remember for life.”

Muria stepped forward, approaching the Tyrant God, his body growing until he was equal in size to Bane’s avatar.

Every encounter with a divine incarnation was seen by Muria as the best opportunity for his own refinement. These deities, who had lived for eons, even if they were of poor talent, could still reach the peak if they studied a skill diligently. To Muria, each divine incarnation was the best whetstone.

“Thinking that wearing a set of legendary armor gives you the right to oppose me? Ignorant ant!” As Muria walked toward him, Bane also stepped down from the small hill of giant skeletons with the Sword of Skeletal Bones in hand.

Clang!

The two beings, still a hundred meters apart, vanished on the spot, clashing fiercely with their weapons held tight…