King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 891 - 891 879 True Epics Should Vanquish Evil Gods

Chapter 891: Chapter 879 True Epics Should Vanquish Evil Gods Chapter 891: Chapter 879 True Epics Should Vanquish Evil Gods “I understand!” Tiffany, who had just been reprimanded by her parents, nodded thoughtfully and then picked up the short sword she had thrown away, which was inlaid with various counterfeit gems.

“I think the gifts Brother brought back are quite nice!” Ketiya, who inherited the Titan bloodline, tossed the little hammer in her hand, a short-handled square hammer whose weight could easily crush a mortal to death.

“I also think they’re not bad!” Gladys took out the jade comb with Elf styling, glanced at it, then put it away.

According to what her brother said, he must have been duped, for Elves normally used various extraordinary trees to craft their daily necessities, or weapons.

Gems and jade, which contain extraordinary powers, are generally used by Elves mainly for inlay, and they seldom perform overly complex physical processing.

Clearly, a normal Elf would not make a jade comb; it’s possible for lower-tier Elves, but definitely not for Silvermoon Elves.

And artifacts made by artisan members of the Elf Royal Family like the Silvermoon Elves could not possibly be purchased by her brother with his current status—such objects were madly pursued in the human realms, typically bought with element crystals as the unit of trade.

“Brother really isn’t adept at identifying treasures!” Tiffany couldn’t help blurting out, honestly unable to comprehend why her brother got fooled by a bunch of merchants with fake goods.

“No creature possesses unlimited wisdom. Our brother has maintained straight A’s in all subjects since he was young, following the learning plan that Father designed for him, which already requires exorbitant energy, and there’s simply no need for him to learn about treasure identification, neither now nor in the future.”

Gladys, the eldest and most mild-mannered of the three Lolis, spoke up.

“There is no all-knowing, omnipotent being in this world! Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses!” Muria glanced at her third daughter,

“You’re skilled at treasure identification because you received the complete knowledge of the Dragon Race, and your brother isn’t because I sealed off that unnecessary knowledge from him.”

In Muria’s eyes, treasure identification was but a trivial subject for Aeolus.

Because up to the legend, the cultivation resources, weapons equipment, and secret techniques that Aeolus should have at each stage were already firmly arranged by him.

These had no chance of being counterfeit, but to acquire them, Aeolus needed to enter the Maze and fight, earning them with his sword in hand.

After he becomes a legend, the seals on him will shatter the moment he breaks through, and the childhood memories stored by Muria, along with the sealed bloodline powers, will all return to him.

He will then take over Muria’s crown and become the second emperor of the eleventh empire in the Erathia World, a status that would obviate the need to learn treasure identification, for no one would dare deceive him with fakes.

After a simple breakfast, Muria began dealing with the matters that should be resolved from his current position, and Michaela also vanished without a trace.

Having been nurtured in the womb by Muria for three years, it was time for her to stretch her limbs, for her sword had not tasted blood in three years.

“Hmm!” After the parents disappeared, Tiffany, staring at the luxurious-looking short sword in her hands, fell into deep thought; she had some rather good ideas.

“What are you thinking about?” Gladys, who had already come to regard herself as the second sister since she was the first to cry out her true name, looked at Tiffany. Among the three sisters, she was the most restless, always seeming eager to stir things up.

“Although this sword was a gift from Brother, and it contains his affection for me, its quality is too low, and it’s beneath my status to carry it. Yet not to wield it would be letting down my brother.”

“So!” Gladys and Ketiya looked at their sibling.

“So I want to find the Dwarves, have them retain the design of this sword but infuse it with high-grade extraordinary metal to enhance its quality, and then find the Elves to replace the gems on it!”

“You’re going to…” Gladys frowned, then relaxed; it seemed like a better idea.

“Ketiya, come with me! You should have your little hammer worked on by the Dwarves as well! Otherwise, it won’t be long before you won’t be able to use that little hammer anymore!”

“Good!” Ketiya looked at the short-handled warhammer in her hands and nodded. Merely a single night had passed, and the handle already bore some shallow handprints, unwittingly left by her. If this hammer was not reinforced soon, it wouldn’t be long before she crushed it into a pile of scrap iron.

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As time silently slipped away, one day, while handling official duties, Muria lifted his gaze to look outside the governance hall. A golden rainbow brazenly shot towards the grand hall where he was, without any regard. Throughout this process, not a single legend from Xena Pus stepped forward to stop it.

“A legendary Titan has already set off toward the Void!” Within the bright and spacious grand hall, dragon mother Atreus casually held a cup of fragrant tea, gazing at Muria as she delivered a very special piece of news.

Muria’s eyes settled on his mother, signaling her to continue. It wasn’t likely that she had traveled all the way from the worlds beyond the Void to the Main World just to tell him something so ordinary.

“They’re preparing to achieve Epics, using the secret technique my grandma brought back to ascend to epic status!”

Muria’s expression subtly hardened. This was news of his concern as well. He would inevitably travel to the Void in the future, and naturally, the secret technique brought by his maternal grandmother, Yarista, was the safer choice. However, this was only an assumption based on the method recorded in the technique, and the actual situation was still unknown.

“This is the Titan Tribe’s first attempt. If successful, when you go to the Void, you should also advance to epic status through a secret technique without mishap!”

Dragon mother Atreus continued, probably sharing information she got from Ansol, “And it’s not just the Titan Tribe that’s trying; the Blazing Sky God Race and the Dragon Race also have legends dispatched, this is a joint attempt by the three races!”

“Although I can’t fully comprehend this secret technique yet, if there are no mistakes within it, the success rate of ascending to epics with its help is amazingly high!”

Muria slowly spoke. As his cultivation and strength gradually improved, he was beginning to understand a portion of the Source Power Secret Technique that his maternal grandmother, Yarista, had instilled in his mind early on. Even just the part he could understand was enough to astonish him.

“That’s right, as long as we can locate those ‘diseased’ worlds, and as long as they are not too much of a waste, basically all of them can become Epics! If nothing goes wrong, those legends dispatched will mostly return in the bodies of Epics.”

“If they can indeed return smoothly, it will signify the dawn of a new era!” Muria’s gaze sharpened a little. If this first trial by the three races was successful, then the number of Epics, whether in the Titan Tribe, the Blazing Sky God Race, or the Dragon Race, would multiply several-fold.

Of course, achieving epics using the secret technique stolen from the Heavenly Demon Clan would mean that the individual quality of Erathia World’s Epics would fall to the lowest point in history, which was inevitable for the Titan Tribe.

After all, former Epic Titans of the Titan Tribe usually carved their paths through the corpses of Void Evil Gods, and by the time they returned, they had typically advanced to the Third-rank of Epics, Creators.

The Source Power Secret Technique of the Demon Race has reduced the difficulty of becoming an Epic from a Hellish level to the simplest level of plainness. As long as the legendary peak beings with sufficient knowledge and experience can use this secret technique, they can undergo a huge leap in the hierarchy of life and stand shoulder to shoulder with deities.

However, since the difficulty has been lowered, they must endure the consequences of this decrease. As such, the combat power of such easily-attained Epics will be extremely worrisome. Situations similar to where an Epic Titan of the same rank could take on three enemies might potentially occur within the Titan Tribe.

“Don’t get too excited yet, the drawbacks of this secret technique have already been noticed by the Epics. If this batch successfully achieves Epics, then your father and I shall be among the second group to venture into the Void. Thus, we’ve also received a set of bans. At the Third-rank of Epics, this secret technique will be banned and entirely replaced with the Titan Tribe’s secret techniques!”

“What about the Second Tier?”

“The Second Tier still belongs to the accumulation phase of Epics, and it can be utilized appropriately.”

“I understand,” Muria nodded. As always, the Titan Tribe had not changed. The results weren’t out yet, and the corresponding bans had already been issued.

According to this ban, one can infer that the Titan Tribe has a rigid requirement for the Epic Titans of the Third Tier; they must contend with Evil Gods. Muria could already imagine the mindset of the Epic Titans who issued this ban: would you dare call yourself an Epic Titan if you haven’t killed a few Void Evil Gods?

Muria didn’t ask the dragon mother what would happen if a Titan violated the ban. It wasn’t necessary to ask; the word ‘ban’ carried its weight, and the consequences of defiance were left to one’s imagination.

“I came here just to tell you this,” dragon mother Atreus said after a short conversation with Muria, as she stood up, preparing to leave,

“My main purpose was to visit my adorable granddaughter and to inform you of this news in passing, so where is my granddaughter now?”

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