Chapter 636: Chapter 631: Not a Single Copper Chapter 636: Chapter 631: Not a Single Copper “We don’t need to aide him until his current state is dispelled, let’s assist the others for now.”

Even in his dragon form, the elegant silver dragon, who seemed utterly relaxed, watched as Muria went on a massacre with one sword and one blade, he couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.

“That’s enough, stop discussing it and start moving!” Seeing the silver dragons starting to chatter, the leading ancient silver dragon couldn’t help but feel a headache. Even though she held the formal position of being the queen of Tiago kingdom, and all silver dragons were supposed to follow her command, in reality, these were just separate entities with their own agendas, there was not a true hierarchy among them.

“I will rely on you two to keep the ice dragon occupied, and prevent it from interfering with his highness’s battle. If possible, seal it away!”

Looking at Muria’s frenzied battle posture, which was radically different from that of a standard golden dragon, the leading ancient silver dragon glanced downwards to the ice mountain wreckage not too far away where an ice dragon was nailed by a long spear morphed from thunder. It was tearing its own flesh trying to break free from the pressure exerted by the spear.

It had already torn off its lower jaw, and was at the moment ripping apart the flesh and scale from its neck. It couldn’t shake off the Spear of the Sun Chaser, so it had no other choice but to attempt escape by harming itself.

“As for the rest of you dragons, choose your own battle group, and aide those you wish to assist!”

“But, who can we assist?” Eight silver dragons looked bewildered at the leading ancient silver dragon. In their eyes, aside from Muria, Michaela, and Irvicester, the remaining dragons and giants contending were all terrible beings.

“Of course, help his highness’s minions.”

“But among these legends, who is on the same faction as Prince Muria?”

“Exactly, we can’t distinguish between them.” A silver dragon, graceful and thin, casually replied while flicking her tail and flapping her wings, “So, we can’t assist.”

“Stop playing fools!” The ancient silver dragon glared fiercely at those trying to slack off, “That ancient green dragon, for instance. There is no such dragon that likes living in the tropical forests on our continent, it must have followed Muria here.”

“Also, the descendant of the red dragon, you can tell right away that she’s not indigenous to our subcontinent.”

“Helping these guys doesn’t seem right!” These were the Five-Colored Dragons, who have grudges against the silver dragons, causing the silver dragons to be rather unwilling.

“Our minions are also fighting against the frost giants below, are we really supposed to assist them and wear out our minions energy in such a place?”

“We must aid them, this is the Dragon King’s royal decree!”

“Alright, fine!” Out of respect and awe for the Dragon King, the nine silver dragons opened up nine space gates, and the aerial forces of the Tiago Kingdom flew out first as a fleet of well-armed cold elemental subspecies of flying dragons.

Followed by a sizeable floating fleet that appeared from the spatial gate, which was the standard aerial defense force of a kingdom.

“The Frost Giants below, just target those without armor!”

“Asking despite already knowing the answer, ordinary Frost Giants can’t forge metal weapons!”

“I was just asking to double-check in order to avoid mistakes.”

“I think you just want to share the responsibility with the dragons!”

“Notify the fleet, adjust the cannon towards those frost giants without any armor, bombard them mercilessly without holding back.”

Boom! Boom! Boom…

The sound of magic cannons firing was heard, the scalding elemental beams, the magic cannonballs with immense impulsive forces… hit the savage Frost Giants that were besieging the Giant Army. The energetic explosion of death blossomed on the ground, showcasing a certain aesthetic of death.

“What the hell are these guys doing?” As Muria crushed several ice mountains with a punch, which were formed by the power of the legendary Frost Giants as weapons to attack him.

“Even if you guys try so hard to assist me, I won’t pay you.” Suspicion was reflected in Muria’s gaze, he was imagining that these guys came to get a little something from him. In his past life, he encountered similar tactics, where in the beginning, no price was mentioned, but once the job was done, they’d ask for a sky-high reward.

He was still in a penniless state now, no, at present, Muria’s net worth was negative five hundred million, to call him poor was a compliment. He was waiting for the semi-planes that he conquered to profit for him, to pay off his debts.

If they dare to threaten him with this situation after the battle, he would without a doubt reject them. Not a single bit of copper, this was what Muria believed.

“Stop struggling, don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise, I won’t kill you.” Muria smiled slightly as he ruthlessly plunged Seven Sins Blade deep into the chest of a Frost Giant. Ignoring the howls of agony, he ruthlessly twisted it a full circle in its chest.

A blazing wave radiated from his body and temporarily isolated the legendary Frost Giant he was facing from the others, then using his Damo Sword, Muria cut off all its limbs, reducing it to a stump.

“If you don’t want to experience this pain again, control your regeneration speed, I guarantee you, I won’t kill you.” Muria gently advised the Frost Giant who got its limbs cut by him and then softly kicked it to the ground.

Even though war was taking place on the ground, beings of legend are capable of protecting themselves. After receiving the guarantee from Muria, the Frost Giant Legend didn’t say a word but merely slightly nodded, not resisting any further.

But his regeneration pace did subtly slow down, he indeed didn’t wish to fight with Muria again. Having one’s limbs constantly cut off and regrown wasn’t a good experience, while regenerative healing was one thing, experiencing the pain was a whole different matter.

“White Snake, I have a habit, whether good or bad, I return it ten or a hundredfold, so, are you ready?”

Wielding the prison-suppression halberd in his hands, Muria looked at the white gigantic snake whose body had fully recuperated, and the gentle voice spoken carried a cold murderous intent.

From birth until now, Muria had never experienced such severe pain, where his flesh and bones were ground into a mixture. He didn’t want to experience it again. With the exception of masochists, no one enjoys pain – and Muria was no exception. The bloodline of the Titan made Muria a battle lover, but loving battles does not equate to enjoying pain.

In fact, many Titans prefer defeating their foes without damage, this is also a form of cultivation for their techniques.

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