Chapter 491: Chapter 487: Eight Legends Chapter 491: Chapter 487: Eight Legends “Boom!” An irresistible force shifted from the weapon to the Six-armed Naga. The Naga, her statue at least ten times smaller than Muria’s, was incapable of countering this power with her physical body. As a result, she traced a straight streak in the sky and crashed into the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

“Lady Rolina!” This Legendary Naga’s many minions cried out. Then, under the guidance of several Soul-level Nagas, they lunged towards Muria.

“Admirable courage, daring to attack a perfectly healthy Titan. What a shame!” Muria appreciated the courage of these Nagas who dared to attack him. He then swung his Army-Breaking Halberd towards them without hesitation.

Bright blood, limbs, arms, snake tails, and beautiful heads… scattered all over the sky. Accompanied by the dying shrieks of the Nagas, it exhibited a poignant, exceptional aesthetics of brutality.

“No, Cecil, help me stop the Titan!” Feeling the life-force of her tribe disappearing in great quantities, the Legendary Naga that Muria had smashed into the ground flew up to the sky. Upon witnessing this scene, she started shouting somewhat crazily.

“Hee-hee.” Hearing the Legendary Naga’s plea, the sea siren Cecile’s petals were fluttering as she laughed. “Make a vow that you will help me do one thing without endangering your life.”

“Hurry!” These two sea legends made a deal within a split second.

“Don’t you dare disturb Master’s battle!” Just as Cecil was about to block Muria’s second attack, the Baro Flame Demon Horn, who was busy doing the finishing moves, threw the Beheading Sword from his hand. With a thunderous sound, it smashed into Cecil, blocking the Siren.

“Puff!” The sound of flesh being ripped apart resonated again. Under the gaze of the Legendary Naga rapidly rushing towards Muria, the members of her tribe who were originally brought to assist her in battle were massacred one by one.

“I’m going to kill you!” Rolina roared in anger. She was not unable to accept the death of her tribe, but being slaughtered senselessly like this was simply unbearable.

“Let’s see if you have the ability.” Muria, who had taken down nearly a third of these Nagas with just the swipe of his two axes, and severely injured almost half of them, laughed heartily.

“Clang!” Muria, wielding the Prison Suppression Halberd and the Army-Breaking Halberd, battled with the Legendary Naga who desired to tear him to pieces. The Titan showed no sign of being at a disadvantage, instead, he leveraged his physical strength to continually drive the Naga to the ground.

After several rounds of head-on combat with Muria, Rolina realised a deeply humiliating truth: she couldn’t compete with this pre-legendary Titan in terms of raw power.

So when she tried to suppress Muria using her spatial privileges as a Legendary creature, and then got nailed by Muria’s Spear of the Sun Chaser piercing through the spatial rift, she understood another thing. Fighting against this Titan required no unnecessary tricks. The choice was either to suppress him head-on or be suppressed, or to abandon the fight and flee.

However, the Legendary Naga realized that she had a fourth option: she could discard all the dignity of a Legendary creature and ask for help from Cecil, the Sea Siren who had been fighting foolishly with a sea monster. “What are you waiting for if you don’t join me in killing the Titan descendent? Do you think only a few of us want to kill him?”

“Kill the Titan descendant.” The octopoid sea monster, who was fighting vigorously with the Sea Siren and her minions, heard Rolina’s call, promptly abandoned the idea of determining the winner with Cecil. After picking up the tentacle that had been severed by Muria’s halberd and reattaching it, it turned to attack Muria.

“This is the last time I fight alongside such chaotic idiots.” Seeing that they once again switched targets and started attacking Muria’s sea monster, Cecil angrily spoke. She was really fed up with these creatures; normal beings just couldn’t understand what was going on in their heads.

“Master, I’ll handle these two!” Right after Muria had somehow weathered an attack wave from three legends with the help of Saintly Imperial Abyss, the major demon Broken Horn, one of the legendary figures, arrived in time and took over the attacks from the sea monster and Siren coming Muria’s way.

“Where is that hybrid bastard?” Muria asked after throwing off the six-armed Naga Rolina with her axe spear for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

“It fled.” Broken Horn replied with some embarrassment. It had intended to pursue, but seeing Muria being oppressed by the three legends working together, it had rushed over to help instead.

“Hmm.” Muria was not surprised. Running away when being outmatched was just basic instinct for legends. After casually slaying a soul-level Naga, she caught up with Rolina, who had created another crater on the ground, and pinned her down, “Broken Horn, you hold off these two and look for an opportunity to get me out of here. Don’t get tangled up with them.”

Muria had no intention of killing these legends. Without a special environment like the Titan Clan lands or the Abyss Training Ground, it would be very difficult for a soul-level entity, even if it possesses battle power superior to legends, to kill them. After all, Nagas are not as easy to deal with as human assassins, who were legends of weak capabilities. The legends became so due to their own efforts and struggle.

Furthermore, the three legends present were merely minions of the sea goddess, Amboli, but the ones that wanted his life were not just this goddess. Muria confessed he had no idea how many there were, as he was a being fervently dedicated to punishing the wicked and promoting good deeds.

… “Truly worthy as minions of the sea-goddess.” Holding his blood-stained battle halberd and axe spear, Muria and Broken Horn walked out from the space, “They’re all bemusingly chaotic idiots.”

Muria and Broken Horn’s two on three balanced fight didn’t last long before it was disrupted by another group of evil-god believers. What made Muria feel both amused and exasperated was that these believers, who initially targeted him, started fighting with Amboli’s believers as soon as they saw them, leaving him to the side. This gave Muria a chance to leave calmly.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” Not long after Muria had begun to fly, two daggers quietly thrust towards his waist but, just like with the human assassin, they were blocked by the Saintly Imperial Abyss and repelled harmlessly.

“Indeed, the rumours about a set of legendary armor on you are true.” The Zor Elf wanderer, who immediately retreated after missing his target, looked at Muria with a tinge of jealousy and admiration.

“What are we waiting for then? Kill him, and the armor is ours.” A creepy voice sounded, followed by a slender figure with a magic staff appearing behind Muria.

“How are we splitting it?”

“A part for each.”

“Enough talking, kill him first.”

One after another, Zor Elves of different outfits started to appear around Muria. A suffocating pressure permeated as the aura of the eight legends entwined together.

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