Chapter 495: Chapter 491: The Descent of God Chapter 495: Chapter 491: The Descent of God “…” Muria stared at the rippling space around him, a feeling of powerlessness rising in his heart. No matter how well he could fight, he was just a Titan at the peak-capability of the Soul Intent level at best. Relying on the advantage of his equipment, it was already impressive that he could clash with legends.

He truly didn’t have the ability to simultaneously battle so many legends. Legends from all across the continent were converging here, all seeking to kill him.

“Hehe, descendant of the Titans, you’re doomed today.” The legendary Zor Dark Mage, who had once led several unsuccessful attempts to hunt Muria down, stared at Muria with a cold sneer. After all, the Spider Queen had asked for Muria to be sacrificed to her, she hadn’t specified whether he should be dead or alive.

“Kill!” There were no other words to be spoken anymore. Muria gripped the Seven Sins Blade, parrying a Zor Swordmaster with a wave of his hand. But before he could make another move, several attacks—blade light, arrows, and spear force—simultaneously hit him, causing his Titan Body to stumble. The damage, reduced by nearly ninety percent due to the Saintly Imperial Abyss, still caused Muria to feel a sharp pain and a slight tremor in his viscera.

Muria looked up, seeing many familiar figures appearing in his field of vision. They were the legends that had once hunted him, such as the hybrid Shifanlin, the six-armed Naga Rolina, and the legendary sea siren Cecile.

“I can’t believe that such a bunch of riffraff can cause my downfall today.” Muria no longer concealed his true strength, releasing his most formidable combat potential. Six wriggling Dragon Horns extended from his forehead, his diamond-shaped, feathered Dragon Wings unfolded, and a slender Dragon Tail swayed. Thunder encased him, Dragon Flames ascended, and a Hurricane roared.

“What’s the situation?” A group of legends, who had come to kill Muria, were taken aback upon seeing his unique transformation.

“A hybrid?” Shifanlin, who was born from the union of a powerful bird and a mermaid, was the first to react, gazing at Muria with complex emotions. At that moment, he felt as if he had found a kindred spirit.

“I am not like you.” Muria noticed the mixed-breed fish’s gaze. His face, now covered in a metal faceguard, was expressionless. “You’ve been abandoned, I have not.”

Upon hearing Muria’s words, Shifanlin paused, and then lowered his eyes, exuding a bone-chilling killing intent. This represented his attitude toward Muria at this moment, along with the hidden jealousy in his heart.

As Muria had said, Shifanlin was abandoned by his mother at birth. As for his father, who knew what kind of creature he was? His growth had been incredibly difficult. If it hadn’t been for a worshipper of the sea goddess Amboli, who picked him up for some purpose and raised him, he wouldn’t have known if he could have survived.

“Die, descendant of the Titans,” whispered Shifanlin silently, then he was the first to rush towards Muria, his killing intent chilling. With the lead of this hybrid, other legends also made their moves, for they already knew Muria’s combat prowess.

“Battle!” Golden qi surged up like a heavenly pillar, rushing straight into the sky, embodying Muria’s unyielding will to fight. Facing an ever-increasing number of legends, Muria showed no fear. Clothed in the Saintly Imperial Abyss, surrounded by seven exclusive weapons, he courageously engaged in battle with his Soul Intent body…

“This time, it’s certain death.” Watching the increasing number of legends appear, the Abyss Refining Demon Mels, who was also besieged by several legends, chuckled bitterly. He had dreamed of reaching the summit with Muria but subconsciously never considered the possibility of dying in battle midway.

“I am not willing to die like this before I become a Hell Overlord whose name is told across major domains!” Mels thought sadly, having suffered severe injuries and vomited blood after only a few rounds of combat. He had already sensed his impending doom.

But as he turned his head, he saw the Broken Horn next to him and laughed, “Good, I’m not the first to die in battle. This stupid fellow will die before me.”

“Master, I can’t hold on any longer. You must survive and fight your way out!” The frank voice rang inside Muria’s mind, who was pinned to the ground by a legendary sea monster’s claw.

Gritting his teeth against the pain all over his body, Muria abruptly raised his head. Then he saw a stupid and frank smile. A Balrog Flame Demon, whose body was broken and only had one arm left, was smiling at him. Its only remaining arm was tightly holding onto an Ancient Red Dragon, whose body was still embedded with two exclusive weapons.

Then,
“Boom!” A loud explosion sounded, scorching Flame Shockwaves spread, and a huge Mushroom Cloud rose. The Balrog Flame Demon’s sacrifice ended with a self-destruction – Burning Explosion!

“Ahhh!” Amid the explosion, the shrill shriek of the Ancient Red Dragon was heard. Then, under the gaze of many legends, a ragged body, barely recognizable as a dragon, staggered out of the smoke caused by the explosion. This was the Ancient Red Dragon; it had borne the brunt of the Broken Horn’s self-destruction but was still not dead, demonstrating the life force of an Ancient Dragon.

“Haha, I’m still alive. This useless demon can’t kill me even if it sacrifices its life!” The Ancient Red Dragon, who had survived the explosion, laughed wildly, venting the fear he had felt on the brink of death.

“Who says we can’t kill you?” Almost-whispered murmurs echoed in the Ancient Red Dragon’s head. Then, a sense of crisis identical to the previous one surged into the Ancient Red Dragon’s heart.

Driven by instinct, the ancient red dragon, which was on the brink of death, saw the spear and sword still lodged into its body, glowing with divine aura. Its single remaining eye popped wide open in surprise-utter shock!

The Damo Sword and the Sun-Chasing Spear that harnessed part of Muria’s power transformed into a rainbow sword and a bolt of thunder, slicing the worn-out husk of the ancient red dragon into four pieces. Scorching, steaming dragon blood erupted, reaching heights of nearly a hundred meters.

“Hum!” Muria caught the Sun-Chasing Spear and the Damo Sword that came flying towards him, soaked with dragon blood. As an impending legendary battle approached, he did not have the time for sorrow or lament. All he could do now was fight.

Bathed in blood, Muria fought relentlessly! His body, shrouded in the Saintly Imperial Abyss, was drenched in blood – some was his own, but most was from the legendary warriors besieging him. Every time Muria swung his weapons, a legend bled.

He fought with growing strength. As the battle neared, Muria’s legendary barrier started to falter, gradually weakening bit by bit. This change, should Muria break through the legend in his madness, would result in an immense leap in his battle power.

In this seemingly endless battle, rings of Muria’s Soul Intent emerged one after another. The hundred and twenty-eight rings of soul intent, while shocking many legends, fueled their killing intent and a thought formed in their minds – “Such terror… this second son must not be allowed to survive.”

Fortunately for Muria, although more and more legends were entering the battlefield, some were chaotic jesters who didn’t distinguish between friend or foe. They attacked anyone they saw while others, due to enmity among their patron deities, left Muria aside and battled among themselves…

This was an unprecedented, large-scale chaotic war in the history of the Senapus subcontinent. Almost all legends were involved, many of whom had also roped in their tribes and minions.

Bodies rained down from the sky like a downpour. The reddened earth was plowed over and over again by the waves of battle, constantly altering the terrain… mountains were leveled, then became hills, then basins, then rose high again…

This massive Chaotic War attracted the attention of countless deities. In addition to evil gods, many powerful benevolent gods were paying attention to this war too. The war’s scale was too grand, impossible not to notice.

Any deity who turned their eyes to this battlefield would inevitably be drawn to the individual who was under siege by the most attackers, especially the unreasonably high number of Soul Intent Rings behind him, which were showing signs of fusing together.

“One hundred twenty-eight rings of soul intent… this surpasses the limit of a Titan’s bloodline!” Within the Magic Net Abyss, the Spider Goddess, who had focused her attention entirely on the battlefield, whispered to herself as a trace of greed surfaced in her eyes. “This half-blood Titan definitely harbors something exceptional.”

Roar! As the pressure Muria was under increasingly heightened, he roared in fury. Utilizing the death-defying secret techniques of the Titan legacy, he began to burn his own Qi and blood, amplifying his power from all aspects.

Roar! For the first time, Muria, who fought relentlessly, triggered the Dragon King’s Primordial Blood he have initially fused with in his youth. The power of the Dragon King emerged within him, a majestic and holy eight-horned Golden Dragon phantom appeared behind Muria…

“At any cost, even if you have to fight to your death, kill him and offer him as a sacrifice to me.” In that moment, not just the Spider Goddess, but many evil gods who saw the anomaly on Muria issued similar commands.

“Source power, it’s definitely source power! I can feel it. A hundred and twenty-eight rings of soul intent, only source power can create such a monstrous being!” Within the Realm of the Chaotic Heart, a beast-like deity roared excitedly.

“I must descend personally. As long as I can obtain the source power from this Titan and offer him as a sacrifice to the world, I can become even stronger.”

The god of hunting, overwhelmed by greed and guided by no reason, instantly severed a part of his divine attribute and threw it into the vast battlefield, onto one of his barbarian legend followers.”

…

“Master, a deity has descended.”

“Hmm!”

In a primeval savannah radiating a wild aura, a Titan clad in armor with a battle axe in hand slowly opened his eyes. Behind him was an endless horde of ferocious beasts; above him, ancient dragons with a presence that made space tremble, circling in the sky.

Akmonde, the Lord of Wilderness, awakened all his followers, seeming to have prepared for this long ago.

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