King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 938 - 938 926 Since Youre Here Already

Chapter 938: 926 Chapter: Since You’re Here Already Chapter 938: 926 Chapter: Since You’re Here Already In the chaotic wartime skies, Mesha remained silent, flapping its wings as it rapidly accelerated. Its massive body, like a thick black thunderbolt, came before a Silver Toy and then extended its Claws to gently grasp it.

A war machine, which represented the crystallization of civilization’s wisdom, was thus rendered useless. Radiant sparks, accompanied by dense smoke, spilled from Mesha’s Claws before it tossed the metallic junk towards the ground.

“Meow King! Leave some for my knights. Let them get used to these Exotic people’s toys,” Muria remarked from above Mesha, observing the epic war from the best angle.

“Meow!” Mesha was very dissatisfied with the name Muria had given it, but its voice, after recuperating for several years, had not fully recovered and had only matured slightly, from the sound of a young kitten to that of an adult cat.

Boom! Boom!

One after another, the silver-winged big birds were destroyed by the Phantom knights and then fell to the earth. Throughout this war, from beginning to end, these visitors from Beyond the World were being completely outmatched.

At medium and long distances, the technologically advanced fighters launching attacks could not even hit the Phantom knights. Even the missiles with locking functions were futile, as the Phantom knights could easily blow them up before being hit.

As for close-range combat, it was even less worth mentioning. The maneuverability of the fighters could in no way compare with that of the guards circling the Sky Overlord-level Creature.

The name Phantom was indeed most fitting, with no exaggeration; when it flew at full speed, even the hunting-proficient Yikong People could only see its Shadow.

…

“Damn it, what’s with those Yikong People riding on Monsters? Why are they all from Baghda?” In the command center of the base, seeing his own fighters being shot down one after another, the commanding officer showed a face full of dejection and anger.

According to the current war guidelines, for whatever reason, if it was his orders that led to the death of too many Soldiers, he had to bear part of the responsibility. With so many flying squadrons being destroyed, the second half of his life could very well be considered ruined.

Beep!

But at that moment, an image forced its way out of the screen showing real-time battle conditions. It depicted an old man in a clean, neat uniform. And this old man was glaring angrily at the commander.

“Alvin Hegg, what are you doing?”

“I’m repelling an attack by a Lord-level Monster, General!” The commander, Alvin, not having much respect for his superior who had taken refuge in Space early on, replied without a hint of cordiality.

“What Monster! These are the Yikong People who have come to trade with you. Who authorized you to attack them?”

“Are you joking? General, Yikong People bringing a Lord Beast and an entire Monster group to trade? Do you know what follows these Monsters? It’s a total of one hundred and eighty-one Baghda.”

“Mind your tone, Lieutenant Colonel; you’re speaking to a General.”

“Heh, a General hiding out in Space.” Feeling that he didn’t have much longer to live, Lieutenant Colonel Alvin vented his dissatisfaction. He had been annoyed with this old man for a long time, and now that he was on the verge of death, why should he hold back?

“I’m here to coordinate the transport for your rear support. Without me, what do you think the base relies on to function? Where do you think your supplies come from?” The commander, sprayed with criticism, retorted angrily while subconsciously defending his own somewhat disreputable behavior.

“This sort of thing doesn’t require a General to coordinate!”

“Enough, Alvin Hegg. I didn’t come here to argue about meaningless topics with you. Prepare yourself to be brought before a military tribunal after the battle!”

The General from Beyond the Pandora World interrupted the discussion forcefully and brought it back to the previous topic, “Now, order your troops to cease the attack!”

“Impossible, I’m responsible for the safety of a hundred thousand Fellow People in the base!”

“You’re leading them into the Abyss! This group of Yikong People comes here to trade with you, not to start a meaningless war!”

“Nearly two hundred Baghda, along with a Lord-level Monster, and you’re telling me they’re here to trade?” Alvin gave his superior a look as if he were an idiot.

“Remember, Alvin, you were the first to order an attack, and then they retaliated!”

“So, according to you, the cause of death for those pilots who died in battle is entirely on me!”

“Of course! Now order your troops to stop attacking and then apologize with the friendliest attitude to the Yikong People’s leader who came riding the Lord Monster!”

“No way!”

“This is not just my order, but an instruction from the highest committee! Are you going to disobey it? However, I suggest that before you choose to defy the order, think about your beautiful young wife and your daughter who has just started elementary school.”

“You…”

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“Respected Yikong People leader, please forgive my reckless act of launching an attack on you just now!”

In a base sprawling nearly a thousand square kilometers, clad in protective suits, the fleet’s highest commander Alvin Hegg, accompanied by a few dozen trembling junior officers, apologized to Muria, who was standing high above on the somewhat empty airstrip, looking down upon them.

Muria, looking at the young face behind the glass visor below him, listening to the punctuated and accentuated Yikong language coming from his shoulder translator, was indeed speechless.

He somewhat failed to understand the thought process of this civilization’s decision-making layer. After having been pinned down and hammered by his Phantom Knight Regiment, causing significant casualties, they actually sent their commander to apologize to him.

He hadn’t caused them such a great crisis; was there a need to act as if they were enduring extreme hardship? Muria believed that this base definitely possessed more powerful heat weapons.

“When you arrived just now, I mistook it as an attack by the wild Lord Beast of this region, so I ordered the attack. Please forgive my foolish action!”

The orders from the higher-ups forced this young commander to bow his head and humbly beg for the forgiveness of a leader from a primitive civilization.

This scene made the surrounding soldiers feel indignant. Although the conflict had been brief, it was incredibly intense, and it was their people who had died, while the blue-skinned apes seemed virtually unscathed.

“Before you apologize to me, can you take off that suit you’re wearing?” Muria asked tentatively.

“I’m very sorry, Your Excellency, but we must wear this suit to survive in your world; otherwise, we could not live for more than a quarter of an hour,” replied Alvin.

“Oh! I see,” Muria nodded thoughtfully, “I do not accept your apology, as it lacks sincerity.”

“…” Hearing Muria outright reject his apology, Alvin looked up, his fists clenched within the protective suit, then looked up at Muria. “May I ask what kind of sincerity you require?”

“That’s up to you; I don’t know what you exotic people have,” Muria responded.

“I understand!” Alvin pondered for a moment, then turned and whispered a few words to an officer beside him.

Soon, a thunderous roar was heard—a stream of enormous transport vehicles drove in from the airport entrance, and one set after another of shiny armor and weapons was unloaded by engineering robots and set in front of Muria.

“May I ask if this satisfies you, Your Excellency?” Alvin gestured to the heaps of cold weapons beside him—relics that had been obsolete for thousands of years in his world, fit only as decorative items.

“Are you mocking me, foreigner?” Muria reached out and effortlessly brought the commander face to face with him, his dark eyes staring into Alvin’s.

“I do not understand what you’re saying, Your Excellency!” Alvin, bound by a beam of light, managed to appear composed on the outside, despite the turmoil within.

Wars had become exceedingly rare in his world; at most, there were some terrorist attacks, nothing compared to the situation he was facing now.

Alvin couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong. In his experience, every Yikong person showed great interest in the large metal toys they produced.

“How long would it take you to manufacture this pile of toys? Is it the time for one breath, or two?” Muria asked expressionlessly, not impressed by the mass-produced goods aimed to appease him as if they were peaches ripe for the taking.

“I’m not sure about that, but each of these items embodies the dedication of our craftsmen…”

“Do you wish to lose your life so badly?” Muria interrupted his speech without mercy, dropping him to the ground.

“Then what do you want?” The commander, his body bruised from the fall, looked up at Muria.

“I want your knowledge!” Muria silently said to himself, seeing no need to vocalize it, for if the other party had any sense, they wouldn’t give him what he desired.

“I don’t know what I want!” Muria responded flatly. “Since I don’t know what you have, why don’t you take me for a tour around your Metal City? When I see something I want, I’ll just take it then.”

“This… I need to ask my superiors!” Alvin stood up, attempting to buy some time.

“Go ahead and ask! I’ll look around in the meantime!” Muria waved goodbye casually, then leapt off the head of Mesha and headed for the nearest building.

Now that he was here, he had to take back something valuable. He couldn’t very well make the trip for nothing!