King of Titans and D Chapter 285 - 285 280 Swallow and Grow

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Chapter 285: Chapter 280: Swallow and Grow

“It really suits you, sweet little Muria,” Kaslana said seriously in response to her tower spirit’s words. “If you plan to travel around the world, before you beco a legend, there’s a high chance you might provoke enemies of a legendary level.”

“Not all legends will care about your identity. And our dragon race has plenty of foes. With this scepter, even if you encounter a danger you cannot confront, you can quickly ask for aid from the ancient dragon.”

As a mber of the tallic Dragon Clan, if one asks for backup, a dragon will undoubtedly co to aid. That is an indisputable fact.

“This staff is misnad,” Muria murmured. Still ignoring the imposing divine might, he gazed at the scepter in his hand.

The main function of this scepter was not to command beings with dragon blood; it was to seek help. Calling it the Dragon’s Command was not suitable at all.

This was a treasure made explicitly for him. Aside from him, very few beings could wield this scepter. The divine might radiated from it was not sothing just anyone could bear.

To use this scepter, it was necessary to ignore its divine might. The threshold was very high, and in addition, the user must also have the blood of the tallic Dragon Clan.

Apart from him, there were less than a handful in the dragon race who were eligible to wield this scepter. Or rather, those who were eligible no longer had a need for it. According to restrictions, only the bloodline of the Dragon King could use it.

As for the grown Dragonkin, they would find this scepter completely useless. Each of its functionalities would be useless. Control over dragon-blooded creatures? Any Dragonkin could summon a group of giant dragons casually, so what use were dragon-blooded creatures?

Seek help? That’s a joke. Once a Dragonkin grew up, ancient dragons could not help them if they needed assistance; only the Dragon King could offer support.

Muria, holding the Dragon’s Command, slowly closed his eyes. His ntal power seeped into the scepter; he intended to give it a try.

As his ntal power flooded in, an invisible surge radiated from the scepter, sweeping across the city of Bologna. Then, the dragonkin residing in the city felt an overarching terrifying pressure.

Under this superior pressure, their consciousness was almost blank, followed by genuine reverence and compliance from their hearts, waiting for the person radiating this pressure to give his command.

For the true dragons living in their human guises in this city, though they sensed this surge, their bodies barely reacted. The tallic dragons seed to be naturally immune to the power of the Dragon’s Command and it seed to be on purpose rather than because the Dragon’s Command had no effect on tallic dragons.

Muria’s ntal power mingled with the scepter, leaving a mark imprinted. At that mont, he could sense the dragonkin scattered throughout the city of Bologna. The castle, where he currently was, had the largest number of them.

Each dragonkin’s existence was redistributed back into his consciousness. But what was crucial was that Muria felt that he could issue any command to the dragonkin, and those commands would be mandatory. They had no right to refuse.

“Not just this…” Muria whispered softly. The scepter sensed his thoughts, and the sensation Muria had towards those dragonkin disappeared instantly, switching into a different mode.

Next, he could not feel the presence of the dragonkin. Yet, through this scepter, Muria beca aware of the existence of the tallic dragons who were residing hiddenly and playing gas in this city of Bologna. This included Kaslana, the Golden Dragon Sister, who was by his side.

Of course, this was not important. Due to distance, Kaslana was very conspicuous in Muria’s consciousness. But even that could not compete with those twenty or so existences that were as bright as a small sun.

“These are all ancient dragons!” Muria sensed these existences in his consciousness that seed to be like a small sun. Through those familiar auras, he imdiately confird their identities.

While Muria wanted to carefully feel these seemingly ancient dragons and discuss further, an odd fluctuation suddenly radiated from his body. Almost instantly, it connected to the elental realms. Before his naked eye, colorful elents gushed out like a rush of fireflies. Light points that filled Muria’s space.

Elental tides! Such a commotion woke up Muria and pulled him out of that wonderful state. When he opened his eyes and saw the visible elental light points that filled the room, Muria instantly understood what was going on. Among his nine exclusive weapons, only one had the ability to set off elental tides.

“Termination!” As Muria called out, a magic staff nearly as tall as him humd and flew out from his body, swallowing various sets of elents and emitting a layer of misty, colorful spirit light. It looked quite dreamy.

“Hum!” When the Staff of Termination flew out, the hazy, colorful spirit light around it furled and unfurled. Then, the staff tilt slightly, striking the Dragon’s Command in Muria’s hand.

A severe tallic vibrating sound resounded continuously in a very rhythmic pattern: “Tang!” “Tang!”… After persistently hitting the scepter several tis, finally, Muria managed to grab hold of the Staff of Termination.

“Are you even jealous of this?” Muria looked at the Staff of Termination in his hand sowhat helplessly, feeling its dissatisfaction and hostility towards the Dragon’s Command.

“Why would you be jealous of a consciousless scepter!” Muria asked exasperated, “It doesn’t pose a threat to your position.”

“Hum! Hum!” The echos from the Staff of Termination and the spirit light furled and unfurled. It remained dissatisfied with Muria holding the Dragon’s Command, even though it already understood that Muria would only use it for a while before discarding it.

“I can’t discard it now. It’s crucial for ,” Muria shook his head and rejected the childish complaint from the Staff of Termination.

“Hum!” The Staff of Termination’s glow flourished. To the surprise of Muria, inscriptions on the Staff of Termination that was used for decoration like the Ancient Divine Text floated up, forming a divine chain. Subsequently, they intertwined with the Dragon’s Command.

With these few divine chains, ford from ancient divine text composited, the colourful spirit light shone brighter and beca much more intense. In the anti, the Dragon’s Command in Muria’s hand beca visibly worn-out and old as its surface spirit light quickly dimd.

Specifically, at the top of the scepter, the White Gold Giant Dragon ca to life in a smaller form, becoming grey and dim. The divine might that had filled the castle swiftly faded.

“Is your staff devouring the Dragon’s Command?” Seeing such a scene, Kaslana’s face was filled with shock. What a staff that could devour treasures and grow ant, she knew well.