Chapter 278: Chapter 273: The Grey Fog Disperses Chapter 278: Chapter 273: The Grey Fog Disperses What is a legend?

In Muria’s eyes, people like his father Ansol can be called legends!

Taking a casual stroll, spotting a Power-Ability Dragon that could be a future rival and choosing to outright beat it up and drag it home. Or when bored, risking the Abyss to refine their martial arts, killing a few demon lords, and bringing their corpses home as tree fertilizer.

Or like Ron, the human sword sage who taught him swordsmanship. Although he was born humble and of a lowly bloodline, he refused to be mediocre. He sought self-improvement unceasingly, challenging and surpassing his limits time after time.

Even when advancing to the realm of legends, possessing the power to establish a kingdom, he remained true to himself, unmoved by external matters. He honed and tempered himself amidst life and death, continuously challenged various formidable beings.

“The legend just now should be among the bottom feeders in their human race.” Hearing Muria’s words, Fiona sneered.

“The human race, they always seek shortcuts. They’ve developed all sorts of quick-fix secret rituals, potions, and the like.” Fiona explained in a low voice, “That human legend just now was probably someone who relied on external aid to force a breakthrough to the legendary level. His abilities are all weaker than those legends who managed to breakthrough on their own.”

“Oh, I see, he is just an imitation, no wonder he is so weak.” Muria laughed, looking a little better.

“He is what we call a pseudo-legend. While he seems to possess the imposing authority and spatial abilities of a legend, he is significantly weaker than a typical legend. Without special opportunities, such pseudo-legends will forever remain at the first tier and unlikely to make any further progress.”

“Are there many pseudo-legends among humans?”

“Plenty. Among the human legends, one in three is a pseudo-legend. Humans just rely too much on external aids during their breakthroughs, few do it solely by their own capability.”

“Hmm!” Muria nodded as if he understood. Looking down, he saw a group of giant dragons who had just completed their task, joyously flying out of the castle below. They seemed to have scavenged quite a number of treasures from the castle, gaining aplenty.

“Let’s go. Back to Patrick Fortress!”

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“I’m exhausted.” Kaslana, dressed in a magic robe with a gentle temperament, took deep breaths. She watched a knight’s team advance into the territory of the Bavaria Kingdom, moving quickly along a pathway empty of the Undead Grey Mist.

“This bow of little brother Muria really is powerful!” The Golden Dragon Sister admired the great bow in her hand, that was only a size smaller than she was. “But the consumption is too high every time I condense an arrow. I feel as if I am going to be drained.”

Hearing the Golden Dragon Sister’s praise, the Starfall Bow that was held in her hand slightly vibrated. Its Ancient Divine Text flickered unpredictably, and a wave of joyous emotion was transmitted into Kaslana’s consciousness.

“A legendary weapon starting to form self-consciousness.” Feeling this wave of joyous emotion, Kaslana couldn’t help but feel impressed. “I can’t believe I had the opportunity to use such a legendary weapon!”

At this moment, the Golden Dragon Sister felt the gap between herself and Muria. Although they were both Golden Dragons, the difference in bloodline level was like night and day. Don’t even mention their family backgrounds, it seemed like even her grandfather couldn’t beat Muria’s mother.

Such a disparity dampened the Golden Dragon Sister’s spirits slightly, but the action of Muria handing her personal weapon for her use reignited her hope.

“Buzz!” As the Golden Dragon Sister contemplated the chances of herself and Muria laying an egg together, the Starfall Bow in her hand began to vibrate gently. The vibrations grew stronger until the bow finally broke free from her grip and transformed into a rainbow, disappearing into the body of a boy with black hair and golden pupils not far away.

“Muria, are you back? Have you killed all those nobles?” Kaslana, following the direction of the disappearing Starfall Bow, saw Muria who had just stepped out of a Space Gate not far away, revealing a gentle smile.

“They’ve all been wiped out.” Muria looked at the towering long-legged sister whose breath was somewhat irregular, showing a hint of concern on his face, “Is my bow not easy to use?”

Before Kaslana could answer Muria’s question, the bowstring of the Starfall Bow that had settled inside her body throbbed, releasing an aggrieved tremor that caused visible ripples in the air around Muria.

The vibration of the Starfall Bow made Kaslana unleash a bell-like giggle, “The Starfall Bow is powerful and handy. However, each time I draw the bow to form an arrow, the power consumption is too high for me to bear.”

“Well, that’s good!” Muria nodded. Having his protected demon hunters assassinated, he led a group of dragons to reclaim the field, naturally, he wouldn’t forget about those holy warriors.

He paved the way for so many holy warriors and obviously wished for the warriors behind him to be treated the same. Thus, he handed the Starfall Bow to the Golden Dragon Sister and entrusted Kaslana with the task of paving the way for those holy warriors in his stead.

To allow Kaslana to use the Starfall Bow, Muria spent quite a while pacifying the clueless consciousness within the weapon.

However, it seemed that although Kaslana was able to use his Starfall Bow with his permission, it was at great material expense. After all, the Starfall Bow is Muria’s weapon, and the power attribute does not match, causing a massive power loss when forming arrows.

However, the Starfall Bow was necessary. Without it, the Golden Dragon Sister couldn’t launch attacks from a considerable distance. Only the Starfall Bow could enable her to carry out the farthest range of attacks, creating the longest shortcut for the holy warriors.

“Lord Golden Dragon!” As Muria prepared to have a good conversation with Kaslana, the supreme commander of Patrick Fortress descended from the high walls that were as huge as mountains, looking at Muria with a hint of trepidation and expectation. Cos, he had, after all, betrayed all those nobles for the promise from Muria, thus feeling guilty.

He was almost the person who, apart from Muria, wished the most for all those nobles he had betrayed to die. The intelligence information that Kaslana had previously passed on to Muria was what he told the Golden Dragon Sister.

“Relax, they have all been dealt with,” Muria reassured him, seeing the uneasy face of the general.

The general breathed a sigh of relief, “It seems that the king does not value those nobles, sending only one Soul Intent Level to deal with other nobles, to prevent them from harboring any grievances.”

“No, on the contrary, your king does value them, having sent a pseudo-legend to protect them. However, he left in the end, allowing me to get rid of the rubbish as I please.”

The general was stunned upon hearing Muria’s words.

Just as the general was about to ask something, a cry of glee echoed from above the city wall.

“The grey mist is receding!”

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