??Chapter 834: Chapter 822: The New God, Hades!
Chapter 834: Chapter 822: The New God, Hades!
Unfortunately, because Hades had been in slumber for far too long, the current Undead Council was no longer the sa as when it was first established.
When he wanted to intervene peacefully in the affairs of the Undead Council and correct its developntal direction, the resistance he encountered was so great that Hades knew the Council had slipped from his control. The true master of the Undead Council had been sidelined to beco a re figurehead.
Facing such an outco, the King of the Undead, Hades, naturally refused to accept it. Therefore, he resorted to force, prepared to return the Council to its originally intended state using martial prowess.
Muria didn’t know the outco of the battle, nor did he know when this battle took place or when it ended. He only knew that after this battle, Hades had ascended to godhood.
It was only when Hades ascended that Muria realized that such a monuntal event had transpired without his knowledge.
The commotion of Hades’ ascent to godhood was so imnse that the entire world thundered in response, and Muria, at the mont Hades took his seat upon the Divine Throne, saw the world’s rules project into his mind.
He saw a majestic figure seated on a Black Skeleton Throne, garbed in magnificent purple-black armor, with a bloodstained war lance beside him and a notched long sword in one hand. The figure’s face was enshrouded in darkness, invisible to Muria who felt only a deep sense of solitude.
After just a fleeting glance of this recorded image, it vanished from Muria’s mind, and then, Muria knew that the world had gained a powerful deity and lost a free-roaming King of the Undead.
After this shocking event, Muria imdiately contacted Barbosa, a betrayer of his own kind for resources, the undead pirate captain!
Regrettably, even this pirate who remained so even in death admitted he lacked detailed intelligence; he only knew that in this upheaval, epics of the Undead Council fell. But the King of the Undead… no, Hades, still reigned over the Undead Council.
“Too proud, indeed!” Although uncertain of the exact details, Muria conjectured the general sequence of events.
Hades, the King of the Undead, sought to reclaim his rightful power within the Undead Council, but the increasingly strengthened and autonomous Council infuriated most of its epics by his actions.
Hades, too, couldn’t be bothered to elaborate; he fought them directly, even attempting to eliminate them. However, during the battle, he likely realized his power was insufficient to extinguish these epics and thus chose to ascend.
Erathia World responded imdiately, splitting the duties of other gods of death based on the nature of Hades’ power, then rging them into a new, entirely fitting divine office for Hades, bestowing this divine office upon him. Subsequently, Hades’ power within the world doubled in an instant, annihilating all dissenters, and as a price, he could never leave Erathia World again.
All these were Muria’s own speculations, and although he didn’t know exactly what had transpired, it was clear that an event demanding greater power to resolve had occurred, prompting the King of the Undead to trade his freedom for formidable strength in his ascent to godhood.
“He could have just asked for help!” Muria reflected on the incident with a sigh. He truly felt it was a pity that such a powerful being, who was close to catching up with the Shiyu Dominator and Ancient Prison Master, had thus severed his own Path to Epic and was so unyieldingly proud.
“If only he had been willing to ask, the Titan Tribe would have certainly helped!”
…
Crackling and popping!
Muria, now three hundred ninety years old, was seated within a vast pool of thunder, which was completely ford from highly concentrated assimilations of lightning, fire, and wind elental forces, all fully liquefied.
The source of these forces ca from twenty-eight legends who shared the sa attributes as Muria. After their powers were forcibly extracted following their sealing, they were filtered and infused into this thunder pool.
These twenty-eight legends were used by Muria as biological apparatuses for collecting, refining, and compressing power. He extracted it from them, filtered it, and then Muria would absorb it, needing only to complete the final step of assimilation, saving a great deal of ti.
“There isn’t much ti left; it’s about ti to break through to Legend Seventh Rank. After completely conquering the Shadow Wasteland World, I can start on the things I want to do next.”
After a mont of contemplation, Muria, who had fully transford into his Dragon Titan Form, stood within the thunder pool. The three types of highly concentrated legendary elental powers had completely subrged his hundred and eighty ters tall body.
Boom! As Muria released the constraints on his body, all the elental forces within the thunder pool began to surge wildly into him, forming a small whirlpool.
Muria rarely showed his true form, as the larger the body, the greater the consumption. He typically maintained a smaller Dragon People form for lower energy expenditure. This was sothing Muria learned from the other Dragon Kings and epic Titans.
Click! A sound of shattering chains echoed within Muria’s consciousness. Following that, Muria’s aura, which had been stuck after draining half of the thunder pool, began to rise, like a volcanic eruption.
With his breakthrough, the capacity of his body shattered its previous threshold, as the lightning pool surged once again, and the remaining power began madly flooding into his once-again enlarged form.
This breakthrough did not provoke any celestial phenona, as Muria had made thorough preparations. He did not need to devour the elental power from the outside world to supplent himself, and therefore only a few knew that Muria had beco a Legend Seventh Rank.
“Terence, assemble the legion, prepare for war,” Muria commanded as he stepped out of the lightning pool, addressing the legendary Storm Giant Terence standing attendantly at the side.
“As you command, Your Majesty!”
…
In the Shadow Wasteland World, before the Iron Rampart.
Muria looked up at the rampart that stretched from earth to sky, his eyes filled with wonder. Despite being a bookworm for two hundred years, with his current knowledge, he still could not guarantee that he could set up a barrier like the Golden Dragon Mother Atreus had, using the world’s geographical advantages to create a rampart that could split the entire world in two.
But now, to dismantle this barrier in a graceful manner was beyond Muria’s abilities; the only thod he knew was to destroy the power supply nodes of the Magic Array that energized the rampart, an act that would cause the elental balance of the whole continent to go haywire.
Therefore, Muria summoned his Mother, Dragon mother Atreus, “Mother, it’s ti to take down this barrier.”
“Actually, you could have prepared for a few more years; this barrier could have held out for a few more years,” Dragon mother Atreus said, reluctantly looking at the rampart before her. It was the highest-level, largest-scale Magic Array she had crafted thus far.
“My legion is now fully assembled, Mother,” said Muria, showcasing his complete Titan Body, as he looked back at the innurable Giant formations behind him, each counting tens of thousands, stretching out far behind him.
Most were native Shadow Giants; over two hundred years, Muria selected mature Shadow Giants that had submitted to him to train and then custom-forged tal Weapons to fit their stature, thoroughly revolutionizing the Shadow Giants of this half of the world.
Even with twenty resource worlds granted by the Blazing Sky God Race, it took Muria this long to cultivate an army of Shadow Giants numbering in the millions; after all, forging a set of full-body armor for a giant consud a vast amount of resources.
This ti, Muria had brought his entire trained army of Shadow Giants. Of course, Muria did not bring them to wield their slaughter knives against their own kind and fellow people; he brought them to show off their muscles.
He wanted the Shadow Giants on the other side to see the benefits of submitting to him, the great Titan soon to rule the Shadow Wasteland World as king, Muria.
“All right!” Having seen the giant legion that Muria had assembled, Dragon mother Atreus let out a resigned sigh, and then took out her Magic Staff and waved it lightly.
Without much commotion, a spiderweb of cracks appeared on the stretch of the rampart in front of Muria, and within less than ten breaths’ ti, the entire rampart collapsed.
“Follow , and conquer the world!”
A War Lance over three hundred ters long appeared in Muria’s hand; he swung it and pointed forward, and then Muria was the first to stride over the ruins of the iron rampart.
Muria had grown, and his Exclusive Weapons had not fallen behind; they had devoured plenty of Legendary tal, and their might had increased accordingly.
Boom! A legendary battle quickly erupted. The collapse of the rampart drew the attention of the legendaries from the Nine Phoenix Dynasty stationed there and lured them over.
The battle ignited quickly and ended even faster. Muria, towering several tis over the opposing legendary Shadow Giants, pressed the War Lance to the neck of the legendary Giant who now bore a bloody hole in his chest.
“Submit to !” Muria’s voice was filled with authority. In this war of conquest and unification, Muria intended to keep the control at the top level, to avoid any slaughter and bloodshed as much as possible, because, in the end, all the losses from the slaughter would be his own.
“Are you the Titan?” asked the badly wounded Shadow Giant lying on the ground, looking up at Muria. He then looked at the legions of Shadow Giants marching through the gap in the rampart with synchronized steps, his face revealing a complex expression.
“Of course!”
“I am willing to submit to you.”
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