Chapter 1155: Chapter 1142: Semi-Permanent Epic Material Donor Chapter 1155: Chapter 1142: Semi-Permanent Epic Material Donor “It’s clearly you who wanted to come and protect your granddaughter, but you were unsure, so you deliberately came and asked me. Seeing your worried face, I felt compassionate and decided to accompany you here,”
Dimos directly blamed his appearance this time on Arudiba. He would never admit it was specifically to ensure his grandson’s safety that he had come.

“I specifically asked you, haha!” Arudiba laughed out of frustration, “I just casually asked you if you were going, and I don’t know which fellow, without even a moment’s hesitation, agreed immediately. When it was time to leave, he was even anxiously waiting at the Hall of Transcendence, as if afraid I would leave without him.”

“Arudiba, you are talking nonsense. I was just there sleeping because I had nothing else to do,” Dimos argued for his past behavior.

“Choosing such a place to sleep, you really do know how to pick your spots,” Blazing Sky God Arudiba said with a sideways glance at Dimos, his gaze toward the Dragon King was exceedingly unfriendly.

He dared to spill all his embarrassing secrets, and to cover his true intentions, he even dared to slander him. This was intolerable.

The Dragon King’s eyes narrowed slightly, appearing very slender and somewhat sharp, similarly wearing a displeased expression. Everyone was smoothing things over quite well, yet this fellow had to be uncooperative and undermine him, leading to the current awkward situation.

Muria and Michaela exchanged glances, seeing helplessness in each other’s eyes. Through the elders’ mutual undercutting, they basically understood how these two elders had ended up here.

Arudiba openly doted on Michaela, and upon learning that Michaela intended to engage in a battle with the Evil God, he had planned to stop her. However, due to Michaela’s persistence, the Blazing Sky God adopted a roundabout method to protect his granddaughter from harm.

As a Metallic Dragon, Dragon King Dimos was also extremely attentive to his offspring, but another person’s laissez-faire attitude towards his descendants made Dimos adopt a cold and aloof demeanor as a grandfather.

And to maintain his aloof dragon persona, Dimos even needed an excuse for rescue operations.

“Cough, grandfather, let’s deal with this Evil God first before discussing anything else!”

Muria, seeing the posture of his grandfathers as if they were about to fight, couldn’t help but intervene to ease the tension between them, giving them an appropriate excuse.

The best way to ease internal conflicts was through external pressure, and at this moment, the Evil God, having extinguished all his Blazing God Flame and Dragon Flames and preparing to flee again, was undoubtedly a perfect excuse.

“…” At this moment, the Thorns Evil God was too exhausted to retort. The worst scenario he had feared had happened, and he understood why that person who had once robbed him had become so cowardly.

Despite facing two opponents who were ostensibly not strong, he not only lost all his Subordinate Army but also got injured and ended up nesting pitifully in his Mother World.

“Hmm? Trying to run somewhere?”

Dragon King Dimos and Blazing Sky God Arudiba, who had been keen to end their debate that kept diminishing their own dignity, found no face-saving way out until Muria spoke, which was just perfect.

Thus, hearing Muria’s words, they both turned their attention simultaneously outward, focusing on the Thorns Evil God who was gearing up to flee again.

“Get lost!”

Seeing the two poised to strike at him again, the Thorns Evil God let out an angry scream, the anger stemming from the deepest fear within him.

The sudden appearance and ambush by Dragon King Dimos and Blazing Sky God Arudiba had inflicted severe damage, but it was not enough to frighten him. Although he truly couldn’t defeat these two beings, could he not escape?

What truly frightened him was the implications behind their presence, the shockingly similar nature of power between Arudiba and Michaela, making him realize that standing behind these two might be a powerful race capable of killing him at will.

Similarly, Dragon King Dimos also possessed a power that was of the same origin as Muria. While Muria’s power was also not limited to this, he possessed other powers. Following this trail of thought, the Thorns Evil God felt a profound sense of horror.

The prospect of offending a terrifying race, known only in legends, within the Void was bad enough, but now he had provoked more than one, how could he not be terrified?

But fear being fear, when he realized that battle was unavoidable, as a World Devourer, he could suppress his own fear and not show the slightest trace of it.

Its body had already been destroyed once, and after paying a certain price to be repaired, the regrown Spine Demon issued an immensely ferocious roar, its body surrounded by billowing Curse Fog, with the twisted, resentful heads of creatures faintly emerging.

“Impressive fervor,” commented Dimos, the Dragon King, upon seeing the fierce demeanor of the Evil God. It was the only thing about the Evil God he found worthy of praise; the rest was rather unremarkable.

Tentacle after tentacle, bristling with thorny spurs, swept through the Void, stirring up ripples and streaks, seeming to shatter the Void with their strikes.

The Spine Demon had now exerted its full strength, knowing well that if it did not fight with all its might now, it would never again have the chance to do so; only downfall and imprisonment awaited.

“Ha ha! Don’t get too worked up; your opponent isn’t me. Go back and fight my grandson. If you can satisfy him, we might consider letting you go.”

Seeing the tentacles whipping toward him, Dimos, the Dragon King, chuckled and reached out a dragon claw, grabbing the thickest few in one swift motion and forcefully tearing them from the body of the Evil God.

Although he had ascended to power nearly a thousand years before Muria, his accumulation was comparable to the ancient Epics who had existed for tens of thousands of years, because his spouse was named Yarista.

This was the richest Dragon King in the world of Erathia, her hands amassing source powers beyond the imagination of common Epics, a rightful reward from seizing the Sky Demon Secret Art and bringing it back from the Void to Erathia.

As a partner who had grown alongside Yarista from humble beginnings, it was natural for Dimos to receive ample source power from his spouse, all of which he used to enhance his own Dragon King’s Body.

Having a Titan as an in-law, how could Dimos not enhance his close-combat abilities? He knew that when fighting that brutish Akmonde, he might fall short in close combat skill, but he could overpower him in sheer physical strength.

This was the confidence befitting a Dragon King who had spent twelve droplets of standard unit source power on his true body. When one’s physique was sufficiently powerful, engaging in close combat with an enemy became a truly enjoyable affair.

“Grandfather, let it be, just seal and suppress it. It’s unlikely to be able to fight me in its current state,” he said.

Upon hearing Dimos’s words, Muria shook his head, indicating that the previous condition of the Spine Demon was manageable, but now, reduced to this state, it was impossible for the Evil God to focus all its energy on fighting him; instead, it would likely think of ways to escape.

“Then let’s seal it!” Dimos said, stretching out his massive claw to scratch his chin, a habit common among dragonkind.

“Agreed.” Arudiba, whose twelve wings were now fully unfolded, constructing a vast domain within the Void, nodded, his ancient divine authority subtly pervading the area.

For ordinary creatures, killing was easier than capturing, but at the Epic level, the situation was reversed: capturing was easier than killing. The reason lay in the vast, ocean-like vitality of Epic beings.

Deities who raised their Divine Thrones on the Faith of Beings and attained eternal life could come back from the river of time even if their Divine Kingdoms were destroyed, their divine bodies shattered, and everything else obliterated, as long as the world itself did not perish.

Epics did not possess the effortless capabilities of deities; their sole trait was a terrifying vitality that, when perfected, allowed them to regenerate and recover from even the merest remnants of their bodies and souls.

Thus, in such a scenario, capturing an Evil God by sealing it proved easier than outright killing it, although this was relatively speaking.

Unless the disparity in strength was too great, Epics were unlikely to be captured alive; again, the same question arose: if they could not defeat their enemy, could they not simply flee?

“You won’t catch me,” the Spine Demon, now somewhat deranged, declared.

Even though he had not experienced it, he could guess what his fate would be once sealed: it would not be favorable, the most likely outcome being used as a semi-permanent source of Epic bio-materials.

Through Epic vitality, continuously obtaining Epic bio-materials. As for how to utilize these materials, beings of Epic stature always had various methods at their disposal.

“Stop resisting, just let us seal you obediently. Don’t worry, we won’t harm your life; you can live on. Perhaps in the future, you’ll have a chance to break free and regain your freedom.”

Dimos’s imposing Dragon King’s Body wriggled out from a gap in the Void. Relative to an ordinary giant dragon, his body appeared more slender, yet with no hint of frailty, instead exuding a strong, majestic presence.

Then, the golden Dragon King spread his wings, which seemed to cover the sky of an entire world, pressing down and utterly overpowering the Evil God with his superior physical attributes…

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