Chapter 852: Chapter 840: How Are You in This Broken-down Place? Chapter 852: Chapter 840: How Are You in This Broken-down Place? “What a hassle, I’ve only fought a few battles and already a Titan is trying to muscle in,” Muria complained upon receiving the message. His frustration manifested in his attack style, becoming faster and more ferocious. He wanted to take down this incarnation of the Evil God before the arrival of other Titans.

Naturally, he only entertained this idea in his mind; he couldn’t possibly defeat the avatar of the deity with immense divine power so quickly. The divine power level of Bane ensured that Muria’s strength could not inflict a fatal blow on him.

Crackle and pop! Golden thunder and flames danced upon Muria’s sword. This was the power of the Titan and Dragon within his body, which had an overwhelming effect against other legends in terms of power level,
If Muria were to strike another legend of the same level, the afflicted would have to spend several times, or even more than ten times the energy, to extinguish the residual Legendary Force in their wounds before they could start to heal,
However, in his clash with the avatar of the God of Tyranny, Muria held no such advantage in power level. The avatar wielded divine power weakened by the world rules, which was on par with Muria’s Legendary Force. The forces nullified each other one to one. Muria had neither an advantage nor a disadvantage.

The battle between Muria and the avatar of the God of Tyranny was reduced to the most primal methods: sword against sword, fist against flesh, competing in the most rudimentary physical strength.

All other fancy techniques were ineffective against this avatar of the God of Tyranny. He had mastery over all magics from one to nine rings, and the divine incarnation was immune to all of them. Even Legendary Spells that could kill instantly were useless against him. Only a few special Legendary Spells were effective, but the Legendary Mage spells that Muria had at hand were not as direct as his slashing attack.

If it came to competing in the control over space and understanding of laws, Muria would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage. How could he match the accumulated depth of a deity who could have lived for countless years?

Thus, Muria could only compete in the most basic aspects, which he excelled in. That’s how battles ought to be, drawing enemies into one’s own domain and then defeating them.

“Boom!” While Muria was pondering, three colorful light pillars tore through space and struck around him, causing panic amongst the surviving giants and dragons who were watching the battle under the slaughter of the God of Tyranny’s avatar.

They soon calmed down because they saw that the beings descending from the three light pillars were Titans. With black hair and golden pupils surrounded by storms and thunder, they were unmistakably allies without needing further explanation.

“Another Titan has arrived!” On the other side, the avatar of the God of Tyranny’s face changed completely upon seeing three legendary senior Titans arriving simultaneously. This almost certainly meant an open declaration of the Titan Tribe’s enmity with their vile deities.

In this situation, defeat was inevitable for their vile deity kin, as victory was impossible. Even if they managed to suppress this group of legendary Titans, the elder members of the tribe would definitely step in. A deity could not win over an Epic that faced no restrictions in the world.

“Muria! You’ve been fighting for so long, time to take a break!” A Titan, who had ascended to the pinnacle of legend, said warmly as he approached not far behind Muria, already wielding a warhammer. His eyes gleamed as he stared at the avatar of the God of Tyranny.

For the average Titan, an encounter with a strong divine power incarnation was a rare opportunity. After all, deities of such stature wouldn’t send down avatars unless absolutely necessary.

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In the Void, the newly ascended Dragon King Yarista was traveling rapidly, but she came to a sudden halt when she passed by a medium-sized world.

“What’s going on? Why do I sense my dear daughter’s presence here?” Yarista’s eyes showed confusion. She hadn’t expected to detect the lingering presence of her daughter in this place, which was rather unusual.

Following the trail she sensed, Yarista arrived near a world barrier that seemed somewhat dimmed, then her massive form circled around the medium-sized world. The entire world trembled slightly as if fearful of her power.

Although even the smallest world vastly exceeded Yarista in size, a world has no consciousness and cannot fully mobilize its power. Therefore, even for a newly-minted Epic like Yarista, she possessed the ability to destroy it.

“Atreus is in this world.” After circling the world a few times, Yarista confirmed this. Her daughter was not in the Erathia World but had been left behind in this medium-sized world.

“Let’s go in and take a look!” Without hesitation, Yarista approached the world’s barrier, her dragon claws fiercely piercing into it, then pulled apart, trying to tear open a fissure to enter.

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“This presence?” Inside the world, Atreus, who was herding giant beasts, looked up at the sky. At a great distance in the sky, two vortexes appeared and two enormous claws sought to enter from beyond the world. The elements within the world frantically surged towards these areas, attempting to prevent the claws from entering. She felt the world trembling slightly.

“This is my mother’s qi! The level of power in this qi seems very similar to the old man’s, my mom has also achieved an epic status and became the Dragon King.”

Although Atris was surprised and delighted by her mother’s epic achievement, she felt it was not the time to be excited. She had heard the world’s moans, so she hurriedly flew above the world to the outside of the World Barrier.

Then, she saw Yarista struggling to tear apart the World Barrier to enter, and she quickly called out to stop her, “Mom, stop tearing it! This is my world, and if you keep pulling at it, you’ll break it.”

“Hmm?” Having already torn a crack in the World Barrier and about to peek her head through, Yarista paused and turned to look over.

“Atris! It seems like you’re doing quite well. I thought something had happened to you, that you were imprisoned or sealed!” A splendid golden light flashed, and the body of the immense Dragon King disappeared, replaced by a golden-haired beautiful woman standing there.

“My dear daughter, what on earth have you been through these years? Where did that old fellow Dimos go?” Yarista, now in human form, walked over to Dragon mother Atreus and asked in a calm tone because she found that her daughter’s situation seemed much better than she had imagined.

“My father is now a Dragon King too. He’s roaming beyond the Void.”

“What about you? What are you doing in this broken-down place? You should be staying within the Erathia world, cultivating your own forces.”

“This world belongs to me,” Dragon mother Atreus declared proudly, pointing to the medium-sized world below, “I have full control over the entire world, and such resources are much more than what I had in the Erathia world.”

“What’s the use of more? What kind of Void Legion can such a world have? But…”
Just as Dragon King Yarista was about to finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Atris, who wore a proud expression, “Who says you can’t cultivate outstanding minions in this kind of world?”

“What can you possibly stir up in this world?” Yarista looked at her daughter with surprise. Being born in higher-level worlds meant higher potential and life essence, which was a well-acknowledged fact.

“I have the seeds of a Subordinate Army cultivated by an Epic Titan. As long as I have the resources, I can create the most outstanding Subordinate Army.”

“Did things work out between you and Ansol?” Hearing that her daughter had obtained the seeds of a Subordinate Army cultivated by an Epic Titan, surprise showed on Yarista’s face.

She remembered that when she had just left the Erathia world to venture into the Void, her daughter was entangled with a Titan and even proclaimed her intention to marry him. She had scoffed at her daughter’s idea, thinking it impossible.

After all, the Titan Tribe was so rare; how could they intermarry with other species? But now she hadn’t expected that her daughter had even gotten her hands on the seeds of an Epic Titan’s Subordinate Army. The implication of this result was clear.

“Yeah!” Atris replied nonchalantly. Managing to marry Ansol was the most successful thing she had done in her life, and her second success was giving birth to Muria.

“Not only did I marry Ansol, but we also had a child, a son named Muria!”

“How old is my grandson now?” Yarista asked with a satisfied smile, happy to hear that her lineage continued to thrive.

“Almost four hundred years old.”

“That age, he should be married by now, right?” Upon hearing Muria’s age, Dragon King Yarista eagerly inquired from the Golden Dragon Mother.

“So? Who did my grandson marry? Is she a Titan, or is she an Ancestral Golden Dragon?”

“Neither, you can take a guess.” The Golden Dragon Mother raised her eyebrows playfully, her look teasing as she faced her mother. After all, her mother had been responsible for her upbringing. Her own whimsical personality was largely influenced by her mother.

“If not a Golden Dragon or a Titan, then what? With such noble blood flowing through the veins of a child you had with that Titan, ordinary creatures wouldn’t suit, since they couldn’t bear it. So, an abomination dragon?”

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