King of Titans and Dragons-Chapter 44 - Original Blood
Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Original Blood
Chapter 44 -44 Original Blood
“Hmm, I’m already the Dragon King, it’s only normal for my form to change!” Dimos lowered his head with his eyeballs that looked like molten gold, looked down at Muria, who had grown up to fifteen meters with the passage of time, and the Golden Dragon Mother who had transformed into a blonde girl.
“But you, Atris, my daughter.” The golden Dragon King remarked with slight surprise, “You called me ‘Dad’ today, when was the last time I heard that?”
“Pfft, old man, for once I called you ‘Dad’, just go along with it, why do you have to make such a fuss!” The Golden Dragon Mother sat on Muria’s considerably broad shoulders, looking disgruntled.
Old man! As soon as Dragon King Dimos heard his daughter address him in this way, his facial expression immediately returned to normal. This was the nickname he was accustomed to, as for ‘Dad’, it still felt a little unfamiliar.
Muria was somewhat bewildered by the exchange between the father-daughter duo. Was this a normal father-daughter interaction? The impression Dragon mother Atreus had given him so far had always been positive, like being strong and knowledgeable, albeit a slight draught of greed.
But now, the Golden Dragon Mother aged Muria’s perception. The world-renowned Golden Dragon, renowned for its profound knowledge and elegance, called its father in such a way. It utterly twisted Muria’s understanding.
What surprised Muria the most was the attitude of his grandfather, apparently treating it as if it was a mundane matter, not even used to the normal way of addressing. What could have made him become like this?
“Too rare, Atreus.” Dimos looked at Muria with a slightly playful expression: “Is it because of my grandson? Hmm, are you trying to maintain your elegant ladylike image in front of your son?”
“Done yet.” The Golden Dragon Mother Atreus glared at her father, “The items I asked you to collect, have you gathered them all?”
“Haha.” Dimos forced out a laugh, “The items you asked for are too numerous and random, I haven’t gathered them all yet.”
“Huff!” Dragon mother Atreus squinted her eyes: “Then how many have you gathered?”
“Cough, not that many.” Dimos coughed dryly, seemingly a bit embarrassed.
“How many?”
“….” Dimos remained silent.
“You haven’t collected a single one, have you?” The Golden Dragon Mother stared blankly at Dimos, “You came here without anything? You are wasting my time.”
“Don’t blame me, my dear daughter, the items you asked for are all of legendary level materials, and they all purify bloodlines at that. No matter who gets them, they either use them instantly or rapidly trade them, how could I get the chance to gather them?” Dimos defended himself with an innocent look, trying to gain sympathy from his daughter.
“As a Dragon King, what do legendary materials count for, you could simply find an evil deity with inferior divine power from a long existence ago, and kill it, why wouldn’t you rob its accumulation! Is there anything you can’t exchange with the possessions of a deity?”
“It’s not as simple as you made it sound. Besides, I have just recently become a Dragon King, and I am still in the phase of consolidating my power. Despite not fearing any deity now, killing deities is still somewhat premature.”
“Tsk, every one of the Dragon Kings of Elasia has killed a God, old man, you’re so weak.”
“Pah, how long after becoming the Dragon King did those old dragons start killing gods, how long has it been since I became the Dragon King, once I have completely harnessed my power, I’ll start looking for an evil god.”
“That’s what you said, when the time comes, remember to give me half of what you seize.” The Golden Dragon Mother Atreus immediately seized the opportunity to say when she heard these words.
“Share one half? Not a chance.” Dimos, unsurprisingly, flatly refused Dragon mother Atreus without the slightest hesitation, but the words that followed made Muria suspect whether his grandfather was really a dragon: “However, I promise you can take away three items of your liking.”
“No, three is too little, at least let it be thirty.”
“Thirty? Then wouldn’t it be better to directly give you all the spoils, it’s impossible, it can only be five at most.”
“Now it should be fifteen, not less.”
…
Muria listened to his mother and his grandfather bargaining over the spoils from an Evil God which haven’t even appeared yet, and discussing how to distribute them, with his face stoic.
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“Alright, then that’s the decision, by that time, when you’ve killed the evil God, I will pick my favourite seven items first.”
Eventually, the Golden Dragon Mother Atreus reached the final decision, while Dimos looked as if he was struggling. Unlike Muria who lacked “common sense”, the father and daughter thought that as a Dragon King, easily killing a deity with inferior divine power is a normal act, and is something that should be taken for granted.
“Now, old man, cough up the solution, I asked you to collect materials, and you ran over here without doing anything.” The Golden Dragon Mother who was smiling only a second before having gotten a promise from her father instantly changed her face, looking at Dimos disagreeably.
“The materials you asked me to collect, as I understood, all serves for purifying bloodlines.” Saying that, Dimos carefully observed his grandson for the first time, “You’re doing this to purify my grandson’s bloodline, aren’t you!”
“True, his Ancestral Golden Dragon bloodline is slightly weaker than mine.” Golden Dragon Mother quirked an eyebrow, “I want to set up a legendary level bloodline purification array to elevate Little Muria’s bloodline, at least to the same level as mine. A lower-grade bloodline purification array simply wouldn’t work.”
“Muria, that’s my grandson’s name, right? Good. I just took a look; my grandson’s ancestral dragon bloodline has significantly weakened.” Dimos glanced and came to a conclusion.
“What happened? I also feel that the Golden Dragon’s bloodline in Little Muria has weakened too much.” Golden Dragon Mother said with a frown.
“Heh, isn’t it because you wanted to find a Titan as a mate? If you had chosen a dragon, even just an ordinary Golden Dragon, the offspring’s bloodline would have weakened, but not to the extent it is now.”
“Choose a dragon as a mate?” Dragon Mother Atreus repeated the sentence with a disdainful look, laughing coldly, “Not to mention the Gold Dragon Clan, even among the entire Metallic Dragon Clan, which dragon is worthy of me, Atreus Alonsus?”
“So, you chose a Near God Existence as a mate?” Dragon King Dimos looked at his daughter helplessly, “If no dragon from the Metallic Dragon Clan catches your eye, you could have looked in the Legendary Dragon Clan. The Power-Ability Dragon and Time Dragon are quite good.”
“They’re all just a bunch of trash dragons who only know to rely on their bloodline. My mate, Ansol, dragged home a Power-Ability Dragon a few years ago and is just keeping it as a pet.”
“Um!” Dimos was choked up and couldn’t say anything more. He abruptly changed the topic, “Actually, I was surprised enough that you and a Near God Existence like Titan could have offspring.
Although Muria’s Ancestral Golden Dragon bloodline has been weakened, it is only half of his lineage. Added with the other half of his Titan bloodline, his future won’t be much worse than yours. There’s no need for bloodline purification.”
“Cut the nonsense. I want to purify the Golden Dragon bloodline in Little Muria. Do you have a way or not?” Golden Dragon Mother waved her hand impatiently. She had already speculated what her father was saying; it was now just being fully confirmed.
“There is certainly a way, and we wouldn’t need to bother gathering a heap of materials to set up a legendary array.” Dimos raised his claw, pressed it on the platform of the Five-Color Dragon Castle, bent down, and looked closely at Muria once more with a sharp gaze.
Muria felt somewhat uneasy being stared at by this pair of dragon eyes, much larger than a human’s.
“Hey, old fogy, turn into a human. You’re too big right now and you’re scaring Little Muria.” Golden Dragon Mother sat on Muria’s shoulder, and she could clearly see the change in her son’s complexion.
“Haha, alright.” A brilliant golden light flashed, and the towering Golden Dragon King disappeared. In front of Muria’s line of sight, there appeared a blond, golden-eyed youth.
His figure was upright and heroic. Despite his youthful human form, his eyes revealed a trace of vicissitudes that came with countless years. At first glance, he resembled a wise old scholar.
“Muria, my descendant.” The Dragon King, now in the form of a handsome youth, looked at Muria, “Is your current appearance your true form?”
Muria nodded. He rarely transformed into a human nowadays, spending most of his time in his true form. Regardless, this form was still humanoid, only larger and adorned with more accessories. After so many years, he had already adapted to it.
“Can you transform into the shape of a Golden Dragon?”
“The shape of a Golden Dragon… how do I transform?” Muria asked, puzzled. He could transform into a human with the shape-shifting spell, and with practice, he could even transform into various animals, akin to the seventy-two transformations of Sun Wukong from his previous world’s myths and legends.
But, a dragon isn’t a typical animal. Among creatures with transformation abilities, dragons represent the highest level. For instance, among druids, only the most powerful could transform into a dragon, specifically the moderately powerful green dragon within the Five-Color Dragons. He had never heard of anyone who could transform into the Golden Dragon, the strongest of the Metallic Dragons.
“You can transform into the shape of a Golden Dragon by using the power of the Golden Dragon bloodline in your body,” Dimos explained.
“How is it done?” Muria looked blankly at his maternal grandfather.
“…” Dimos was silent, but after a while, he spoke again, “This will happen naturally. You know about bloodline warlocks, right?”
“I do.” Muria nodded. Bloodline warlocks were a profession that fought through transplantation or inheritance of the bloodline of powerful creatures. Despite some restrictions and disadvantages, their strength was formidable compared to ordinary professionals.
“Some bloodline warlocks can transform into the creature of their bloodline origin once their bloodline reaches a certain purity level. According to their standards, you should have been able to transform into a Golden Dragon long ago, and for as long as you wish, without any restrictions.”
“Why can’t I then?”
“Titan Bloodline. The Titan Bloodline in your body is suppressing your Golden Dragon Bloodline.” Dragon King looked at Muria’s true form that was mainly in Titan’s shape with a furrowed brow. To be honest, he was not pleased.
“The Golden Dragon Bloodline is suppressed?” Golden Dragon Mother Atreus looked at the Dragon King: “That’s a joke. I’m not weaker than Ansol, so how could my bloodline be suppressed by his?”
Golden Dragon Mother looked exasperated, then glared directly at her father: “I don’t care, you’re the Dragon King now, you must have a way to fix it. Quickly resolve it, I don’t want Little Muria’s Golden Dragon Bloodline to be suppressed.”
“Of course I have a way.” Dragon King looked at Muria, whose body occasionally sprouted patches of golden dragon scales. He knew this was a revival reaction caused by him, but these changes were essentially useless.
So, Dragon King extended his hand, and a pale golden crystal, about the size of his current human form, appeared. In the middle of the crystal was a drop of radiant golden blood, embodying domineering power. It quickly filled the space before Muria’s eyes.
