The Epic Dragon Titan

"Right, attack every part of his body. I refuse to believe that such a massive creature can have every inch of his body covered in legendary metal. There must be a weak spot," a legendary figure said fiercely, eyeing Muria's massive, mountain-like form. He simply couldn't believe that a dragon could cover every inch of its body with legendary metal without a single gap. Such precious resources are a fortune to acquire even a small amount of.

How could it be like ordinary steel armor that can be forged into a full-body suit? Especially for a creature as massive as a dragon, such a legendary armor shouldn't exist.

"Do you really want to feel despair that badly?" Muria yawned lazily, noticing these humans trying to find his weak points. He had none. Every scale on his body was fused with Sanctified Royal Abyssal Metal, a reality that was unimaginable to these humans. But that was the truth.

If there were any weak points, they would be areas connected to the body's interior, like the eyes, nostrils, and mouth. However, there was no way he would let these humans target such places.

"No... there are no weak points. All his scales are fused with legendary metal," a dragon hunter said shakily, his face bitter as he looked at Muria.

He had just used a secret technique to strike every part of Muria's body in an instant, but to his despair, every attack felt the same. There were no weak points. This dragon was truly clad in a suit of legendary armor perfectly fitting its size.

"Impossible! How could he gather so much legendary metal? It's not like it's grass growing on the roadside," a soul-bound warrior exclaimed, his face turning crazed upon hearing the legendary hunter's words. Until now, he had only managed to obtain a thumb-sized piece of adamantine by sheer luck, and he had been overjoyed. Now, he felt like a fool.

"There are many things in this world beyond your imagination. Just because you think they don't exist doesn't mean they don't," Muria said, glancing around. Except for the area where he was sitting, the surrounding ground was covered in slashes and explosion marks.

As for him, his form remained unchanged, just as it had been. This was the true source of despair for these human legends—all their attacks were ineffective, unable to harm Muria in any meaningful way.

"I said, no running away." The previously lazy Muria suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his wings spreading wide. In an instant, his body appeared thousands of meters away, where he reached out with his claw, causing the space to collapse and break.

Boom! With a massive explosion, the space Muria had shattered expanded further, but his expression remained unchanged. He withdrew his claw, which was faintly marked by the explosion, and in his grasp, there was a desperate, anguished roar.

Muria paid no heed to this sound. His golden-scaled claw, marked with intricate patterns, closed gently. With the sound of flesh tearing, crimson blood dripped from between Muria's claws.

"You have one more choice: continue praying to your gods and see if they will answer. It's your only chance at survival."

Muria smiled gently, but no matter how gentle a dragon's smile, it always appeared majestic and fearsome to other creatures.

Instinctively, he hoped the Dragon Hunter would descend to confront him, allowing him to simply watch the show and wait for the hunter to be replaced.

The remaining dragon hunters looked up at the golden dragon in the sky, despair in their eyes, as a mood of sorrow and anger permeated the air.

...

"Who is this little one?" In the Pantheon, the Platinum Dragon God watched as the six-horned golden dragon oppressed a group of human legends.

His ancient, weathered eyes showed a slight ripple as he looked at Muria, recalling who he was.

"So that's it." The Platinum Dragon God glanced at the Dragon Hunter seated above him, understanding why this deity was so furious.

"Malcador, can't you see? One of your legendary followers is about to be killed, and you're not going to help? Seven legendary followers, just like that?"

Tiamat, sitting on her throne, her five heads tauntingly gazing at the Dragon Hunter above, her eyes full of mockery and glee.

"You won't even help your legendary followers; what about those below that level? Why be a god if you can't protect your followers? Resign your divinity, extinguish your divine fire, and live as a mortal."

The dragon queen's mocking voice echoed in the Pantheon, with no response from the other gods. They all understood the nature of the dragon the Dragon Hunter was wary of.

"Malcador, if you let a legend challenge you like this, you'll lose all your divine dignity," a voice chimed in, unhelpful.

A one-eyed, broad-shouldered, long-bearded man wearing half-armor and black leather gloves spoke. His eye socket, covered with a black eye patch, was filled with swirling flames.

"Talos, if you're so keen on upholding divine dignity, why don't you take my place? I'll compensate you tenfold for any divine power you lose." Malcador's eyes flashed red as he glared at the Stormlord, knowing his intentions were not good.

"Divine dignity is maintained by the gods themselves," Talos replied. He had recently heard that his captive, the Winter Goddess Auril, had pledged herself to this hybrid Titan. This infuriated the Stormlord, whose divine realm had yet to recover. Auril had been his pet project, and now she had fled, siding with a hybrid Titan. His anger was tempered by the knowledge that provoking the Epic Titan was too costly, hence his attempt to manipulate another god into action.

"Hmph!" Malcador snorted in anger. The other gods were just as eager for entertainment as they were.

"Titan rules dictate that battles must be between equals. They won't intervene unless the limits are exceeded, turning the fight into one-sided oppression," another voice spoke beside the Dragon Hunter.

This was from a god whose throne was made entirely of flames, with intricate patterns forming a sun-like symbol above. An elderly man, dressed in white, with white hair and beard, and holding a golden staff, sat on the throne.

"So?" The black-haired, red-eyed Dragon Hunter glared at the Sun God Pelor.

"You can descend with an avatar of only second-tier legendary power. A fair fight with a dragon, with no excessive power used, and the Titans have no grounds for intervention. It would be a fair fight." The kindly Sun God Pelor smiled. "The dignity of the gods cannot be desecrated!"

"So you all want me to act!" Malcador narrowed his eyes, his red gaze like two scarlet divine swords.

"Just descend with an avatar. As long as you don't exceed the limits, we'll all testify on your behalf," said a god seated on a platinum throne, higher than Malcador, divine light shining brightly.

"You all said it, those who want me to act must stand up and swear a divine oath. You will all be my witnesses. If the Epic Titan intervenes, you must prove my case."

...

"Are gods so cowardly now, afraid even to send avatars?" Muria, bored, swatted a legendary warrior to the ground, then extended his claw. Sharp beams of sword energy shot from his five dragon claws, instantly crushing five soul-bound beings. Muria had no intention of sparing any of these dragon hunters. Too many dragons had died at their hands.

"Hmm?" Muria's massive body paused slightly, turning his head towards the fallen black-armored dragon hunter, his eyes narrowing with interest. He sensed a powerful will entering the broken-hearted hunter's body.

"Is it you, my lord? I knew you wouldn't abandon me." Feeling a vast power descend into his body, the dragon hunter's dim eyes suddenly shone with unprecedented light. He was ecstatic and incoherent. His god had not forsaken him.

"After this battle, your soul will ascend to my divine realm and enjoy eternal life. Rest now, and when you awaken, it will all be over! Now, surrender everything to me!"

A majestic voice echoed in the hunter's mind. In his mind, a tall, powerful figure wielding a dragon-slaying spear and sword appeared, pressure from a higher power bearing down on his mental sea.

"Please, kill that dragon. It is a scourge upon the world."

"I know, surrender all control of your body!" Malcador said, slightly impatient.

"Everything I have is yours, my lord."

The dragon hunter's eyes, now glowing brightly, slowly closed. The decayed aura of his body quickly rose and stabilized.

Malcador had spent divine power to heal all the injuries in this body, maintaining it at a second-tier legendary level. As Malcador opened his eyes, he saw a pair of radiant golden eyes observing him.

"Are you ready, Golden Dragon?" Malcador's avatar, clad in golden armor forged of divine power and holding a dragon-slaying spear, stared at the lounging, languid dragon before him, asking coldly.

"Not going to boost your power further?" Muria asked curiously. "Is this all?"

"This is enough for you!"

"Oh!" Muria nodded, then raised his claw and swatted at him...

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