Chapter 83: Chapter 82: Demon Fertilizer Chapter 83: Chapter 82: Demon Fertilizer “Muria, Lord Ansalor has returned from the Abyss. Are you going to see him now?”

Indeed, as soon as Muria returned from the arena, meditated overnight, and started consuming Elemental Crystals, Cassio brought him a piece of news and asked for his opinion.

“Go.” Upon hearing Cassio’s question, Muria responded without hesitation, because according to Heloise, his father was going to take him to meet the Epic Titans of the clan. Muria had been looking forward to this for quite some time.

Brilliant and dazzling magical power surfaced on the ground, slowly constructing a teleportation array. At this point, Cassio looked at Muria and reminded, “This teleportation array will take you straight to Lord Ansalor’s residence. Be prepared.”

“Because he’s my father, can I be directly teleported in?” murmured Muria. When visiting other Titans’ homes, one would only be teleported to wait outside and could not directly teleport in.

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“Hmm!” As Muria recovered from the dizziness after the teleportation, a thick and mixed smell of sulfur and blood surged into his nostrils, forcing him to stop breathing. The air here was simply terrible.

At this moment, he had already arrived in a wide courtyard of his father’s residence through the teleportation array. What came into view shocked Muria. Because in the courtyard, eight bodies, oozing black demonic blood, emitting an evil aura and legendary dominion, were carelessly discarded. The smell that Muria smelled was emitted from them.

“Legendary demon bodies.” Muria stared at the massive bodies casually discarded on the ground with a stiff face, mumbling to himself. He saw the body of an Eight-armed Snake Demon, but clearly, it was not the one that was killed in the Abyss Training Field.

They died differently. The corpse of the Eight-armed Snake Demon lying on the ground had only a segment left of each of its eight arms, as if they had all been blown up by brute force. There was not a single intact arm left, but its skull was still on its body, not having been chopped off.

Moreover, before this Eight-armed Snake Demon died, the expression left on her face did not show any unwillingness, just a trace of disbelief, and infinite fear. This made Muria wonder what she had encountered before her death, which left such an expression.

Aside from the Eight-armed Snake Demon, Muria also saw the legendary senior demon, the Balrog Flame Demon, among the famous from within the Abyss; but what Muria saw was the Balrog Flame Demon whose body had been wrecked by brute force.

“What kind of demon species is this?” Muria looked at another demon carcass. This carcass was like a giant beetle, its hard shell and ferocious, sharp limbs being its most prominent characteristics.

“Who knows, ha.” At this point, a voice filled with inexplicable meaning came from behind Muria. Muria turned around and saw a Power-Ability Dragon with translucent diamond scales all over his body squatting next to him, also looking at these demon carcasses.

Seeing Muria’s puzzled gaze at him, the Power-Ability Dragon began to explain: “Do you know how many creatures fall into the Abyss every moment for various reasons and become demons in different material worlds?”

“How many?”

“Unknown, even the gods do not know.” The Power-Ability Dragon’s translucent pupils gazed at Muria, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer, “Because there are too many creatures that fall into the Abyss and become demons.”

“For example, this big bug.” The Power-Ability Dragon pointed to the bug-shaped demon carcass, whose shell had already been smashed and all limbs severed, “At first, it might have been born in the material world, just an ordinary big bug, but for power, or revenge, or something messy, it chose to fall into the Abyss and become a demon.”

“No matter for what reason, as long as they fall and become chaos demons, they must be prepared to be slain by the orderly faction.” As the Power-Ability Dragon was explaining to Muria about the origins of the demons in the Abyss, an authoritative and imposing voice rang in Muria’s ears.

Muria turned his head and saw a burly figure beside him that had appeared at some unknown time. He had loose black hair, radiant golden pupils, a heroic appearance, and a very strong aura. This was his father, the Legendary Titan Ansalor.

“Father!” Muria quickly said in a low voice. This was the third time he had seen his father since he was born.

As soon as he arrived at the clan land, Heloise had taken him to find his father. From the Power-Ability Dragon, Muria had learned that his father had gone to the Abyss.

Now, Muria’s father had returned from the Abyss. The eight bodies of the legendary demons in front of him were undoubtedly the spoils of Lord Ansalor’s battle in the Abyss.

It’s legendary. Once, in the Abyss Training Ground, after seeing the Legendary Eight-Armed Snake Demon fall with a mere swipe, Muria, who had watched the snake demon’s downfall, had a rough idea of the strength of a legendary demon.

Because of this, Muria clearly knew how powerful his father was, how brave he had to be to kill a Demon Lord in the Abyss. And Ansalor, he killed not just one, but a full eight Legendary Demons.

Under the contrast of the eight legendary demon bodies, Muria couldn’t help but feel a hint of worship for his father, whom he had only met three times.

“I heard that your fighting skills are not as good as those of the Titans your age. I asked Heloise to teach you. Now, how are your fighting skills practiced?” Ansalor, clad in heavy armor, asked about his son’s training situation as soon as he saw him.

“Now, I have the confidence to defeat any Titan my age, Father.” Hearing Ansalor’s question, Muria answered with a firm oath, his tone filled with intense self-confidence.

“Well done.” Ansalor nodded his head, then fell silent – he had no doubt about his son’s words, so he had nothing to say to Muria.

“….” After hearing his father’s affirmation, Muria was momentarily pleased. However, when he tried to say something, he found himself unable to utter a single word, suddenly realizing how overpowering his father’s aura was.

Subsequently, the father and son, along with a brilliant Power-Ability Dragon, stared at the eight Demon corpses that Ansalor had nearly shattered, creating an incredibly awkward atmosphere.

In the end, unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, the Power-Ability Dragon spoke up, “Ansalor, quickly let Black Armor notify the Elves to come and remove these bodies. Leaving them here will stink up the place.”

“Agreed!” Hearing the Power-Ability Dragon’s words, Ansalor nodded his head, then summoned his spirit: “Black Armor, as always, notify the Elves from the Eternal Island to come here.”

“As you wish, master.” With Ansalor’s, command a humanoid spirit named Black Armor, clad in black armor and as large as a Titan, appeared in the courtyard, much to Muria’s amazement.

Muria was surprised because the manifested spirit appeared to have a physical body. He would have mistaken it for a heavily armored Titan if it hadn’t been devoid of life.

As soon as the spirit named Black Armor accepted its orders in a low voice, not long after, a giant teleportation array was activated, transporting one small humanoid creature after another into the Titan’s courtyard, in comparison to Muria.

“Elves!” Muria looked at these small beings emanating the fresh scent of plants, curious. Just like the knowledge from his Inheritance described, these Elves all have pointed ears, handsome faces, and slender, fit bodies.

“Lord Ansalor! Dragon Lord!” As soon as these Elves appeared, they greeted Ansalor and the Power-Ability Dragon under the guidance of two blonde Elves.

Although the Power-Ability Dragon’s status was a bit awkward, it is, after all, a legend of the Dragon Race. Therefore, it deserves the respect of the Elves.

“Are you Prince Mureya?” After greeting the two Legends, the two leading Sun Elves naturally turned their gaze towards Muria, who bore some resemblance to Ansalor. Anyone, unless they couldn’t recognize faces, would be able to take a guess at Muria’s identity.

“Yes, it’s me!” Muria nodded, then looked somewhat helplessly at the two High Elves, who were once again greeting him, but not as respectfully as his father – after all, he was only a Gold Rank hybrid Titan.

“Lord Ansalor, if you don’t mind, we will begin dealing with these corpses now.” After finishing their greetings, the two High Elves began to request Ansalor’s permission.

“Of course.”

After Ansalor gave his consent, the two Sun Elves, along with numerous Wood Elves wielding wooden magic staffs, began to take out some materials, draw arrays on the eight Demon corpses, and do some work that Muria didn’t understand.

“What are they doing?” Muria, somewhat inexplicably, watched the Elves’ actions, and asked the Power-Ability Dragon on the side.

“Heh, you should know, Demons are extremely filthy evil creatures. Even if they die, they remain the same. If you throw a Demon’s body into a normal forest and don’t care, a bunch of Demonic Plants will soon appear.”

Under Ansalor’s gaze, the Power-Ability Dragon very obediently answered Muria’s question.

“Ordinary Demon corpses are already like this, let alone corpses of legendary Demons; they cause even more severe pollution and damage to the Material World. No matter where you throw them, as long as there are normal creatures around, they will definitely corrupt a large number of creatures to become Demonic Beasts in a short time.”

“Then why….” Muria pointed at the Elves who were busy dealing with the corpses of the legendary Demons.

“Although these legendary Demon corpses are extremely filthy, they are excellent fertilizer for the Elves’ Tree of Life, Eternal Tree of Life, and their World Tree.”

“Using the corpses of legendary Demons as fertilizer!” Muria was a bit stunned, “Won’t the Tree of Life be corrupted?”

“What do you think the Tree of Life is?” The Power-Ability Dragon glanced at Muria. That look made Ansalor hit him with a huge bolt of thunder, causing smoke to billow from his body.

“No, the Tree of Life can purify these Demon corpses,” Ansalor explained indifferently after striking the Power-Ability Dragon with thunder. “The power of a legendary Demon cannot pollute it.”

Hearing this, Muria nodded thoughtfully. Every day, to cultivate, he had to consume a lot of sap from the Tree of Life. Other Titans must be the same– they wouldn’t be far behind him.

Even though the consumption is spread out among hundreds of Life Trees, over time, they would still not be able to withstand the drain. Hence, the Titan Tribe must proactively search for some high-grade fertilizers to supplement the Elves’ Trees – they can’t let them die of malnutrition. The legendary Demons of the Abyss are an excellent choice.

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