Chapter 1443: Chapter 1400 God King Mount Chapter 1443: Chapter 1400 God King Mount “Your luck isn’t too bad,” Muria commented after hearing the tale of the wandering Deity of the Whales.

That year, due to the arrival of his grandmother and the notification from the Shiyu Dominator, Muria had given up his minor gains in the Void and instead reincarnated into the great world, where he had remained until now.

However, after he left, both the Deity of the Whales and the Deity of Mechanical Arms, influenced by the words of the Shiyu Dominator, developed different ideas, and these two Epics gathered the Qi left behind by Muria, obtaining a rough and vague coordinate through a special ceremony and chased after it.

“Where is the Deity of Mechanical Arms?”

After expressing his thoughts, Muria noticed something discordant in the description given by the Deity of the Whales—it was not alone before, but now he only saw this giant fish.

“Heh, not long ago, we had a little dispute, so we went our separate ways. He went in another direction,” the Deity of the Whales explained cheerfully.

“I see.” Muria instantly understood. Perhaps when the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains had stripped away his divine duties to break free from constraints and ventured into the Void, he had unfortunately encountered these two.

After his demise, the items he left behind led to a divergence of interests between these two Epics, who had been traveling together and soon fell out.

“What are your plans next?”

“Well…” On hearing Muria’s question, the blue giant whale shook its fins and flung its large tail, stirring up colossal waves in the Void.

Yet, this giant beast looked at Muria with almost pleading eyes. It had traversed countless miles and endless Void to find this place just to gain some benefits—and now, the opportunity was right before its eyes.

The Deity of the Whales was knowledgeable. Even as an Epic, it looked down on those deities restrained by the world, but that was simply towards those existences in the middle and lower tiers of the God Spirit Sequence. The truly top-tier existences still deserved its reverence.

For instance, the being in front of it now—with the power it currently displayed, squashing it was hardly more difficult than crushing an insect. That power commanded awe.

But amidst that awe, the Deity of the Whales couldn’t help but harbor alternative thoughts. Muria was undoubtedly a powerful figure among deities—that was an indisputable fact.

Accordingly, he must possess substantial world privileges. Even if these privileges could not allow it to move freely within the world, at the very least, it could open an express pathway for it to enter the world with ease.

“Do you want to come in?” Muria observed the longing in the eyes of the blue giant fish before him, turned to glance at the world behind him, and asked with a smile.

“If possible…” The tone of the Deity of the Whales sounded somewhat shy and slightly embarrassed, but it showed no intention of refusing or being modest.

“Letting you in is no problem for me; it’s not a difficult thing. But what are you prepared to offer in return?”

Muria looked over the whale, within whose body a miniature continent could be vaguely spotted, with a scrutinizing gaze.

As an Epic wanting to gain advantages in the great world, he could fully understand that. But given his current status, he couldn’t allow such a thing to happen unchecked.

He was a deity, holding sway over the World Law, a god who maintained the operation of the world. For powerful outsiders like these Epics, his most appropriate action would be to expel or even kill them by force.

But since he was not a deity by birth, his actions were not so rigid. If the Epic wished to enter and gain advantages in the world, that was acceptable. However, it must be under his control and supervision, and besides, a toll must be paid.

“What would you like me to do?” asked the Deity of the Whales, shaking its large tail nervously. Such a request wasn’t excessive—indeed, it was expected.

But the overwhelming strength of the one before it took it by surprise, so conditions that might seem mundane to him might not be acceptable to it.

“Right now, I need a mount that matches my identity,” Muria said candidly, and his meaning was clear to anyone who wasn’t a fool.

“How do you find me for this role?” the Deity of the Whales responded promptly.

Serving as a mount for a deity might sound demeaning, but considering the power exhibited by the being before it, one wouldn’t think so.

Moreover, for an Epic, face and pride were inconsequential. If they could be traded for benefits, there really was no need for hesitation.

Besides, such a relationship would undoubtedly be time-bound, as one party was a deity and the other a freely roaming Epic—a fundamentally different arrangement.

“It looks not bad, passable.” Muria expressed no disdain.

“As long as you don’t disdain it, it’s good.”

Upon hearing Muria say this, the Whale Deity was overjoyed, feeling no shame about soon becoming a Mount.

It had followed all along, hoping to blend into the great world. In fact, the Whale Deity hadn’t held much hope and was even prepared to return without achievement, wasting time.

“Come here!”

Muria raised his hand, and splendid, magnificent Nine-colored Divine Light sparkled at his fingertips, finally condensing into a seal with a hint of faint majesty, landing on the head of the Whale Deity.

The blue giant fish didn’t resist, allowing the Rune marked with a distinct personal signature to land on its head, then, very sensibly, it shrank its body in the Void, swam beneath Muria, and crouched on its back.

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“None of you should relax; keep a sharp eye! Behind this city wall are our wives and children; should any problem arise, not only our souls will fail to ascend to the kingdom of my Lord, but our wives and children will also suffer the insults of the Demon Court.”

A hundred meters high, like a continuous mountain range, a military officer patrolled the wall with his two guards, inspiring morale through his words.

The so-called Demon Court was naturally referring to the Nine Heavens Divine Court. After confirming an adversarial stance, such a tactic was quite standard.

Demonizing the enemy and attributing all imaginable evils to them was a basic maneuver to propagate among the lower and middle classes.

Soldiers, hearing the officer’s words, indeed perked up. The monotony of guarding a border Fortress could be very dull and tiresome without any incidents—and to a certain extent, this boredom was beneficial.

Such propaganda was routine, and officers similar to him in this vast fortress numbered in the thousands. Their sole duty was to implant the concept of the Divine Court’s evil into the soldiers’ minds.

This not only effectively reduced the probability of soldiers deserting, but it also greatly strengthed the will of the army to fight to the death during wars.

If the army knew that the Divine Court was not as brutal as described, and was actually quite magnanimous and treated all Creatures relatively equitably, then there would be no reason to fight at all.

Chances were, the war wouldn’t even start before, apart from those devout Believers, half of the army would desert.

“This is so boring!”

The propagandist officer loudly recited the script he had already memorized, and the mechanized recitation allowed him to spare attention for other matters.

As he pondered what to eat for dinner, he suddenly felt something gushing from his neck.

Then he heard the exclaims of the surrounding soldiers and the angry shouts of his two guards behind him; next, he saw a fountain-like surge of blood red, and finally, darkness began to cover his vision.

The officer would never know what happened next; he had entered an eternal slumber, and unless by some fluke, he would never wake again.

“Ignorant villain!”

Next to the fallen corpse of the officer, a slender figure wielding dual blades gradually appeared; emotionless pure white pupils scanned the surroundings briefly before disappearing into thin air again.

“It’s the Night Hunter, sound the alarm!”

A somewhat shrill scream of terror rose within the Fortress, and in the next moment, as the sound of weapons plunging into flesh silenced the scream, only the piercing alarm echoed in the Fortress, transmitting to the rear.

Then, an imposing pressure, tangible as if real, shot up into the sky one after another; the Legendary figures stationed in the Fortress were alerted, and they began to search the Fortress with their Insight.

However, they didn’t need to search for long as the corresponding beings, the Legendary Assassins skilled in assassination and stealth, appeared around each of them…

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