King of Titans and Dragons-Chapter 60 - The Disappointed Golden Dragon Mother
Chapter 60: Chapter 60: The Disappointed Golden Dragon Mother
Chapter 60 -60: The Disappointed Golden Dragon Mother
“Do you want to survive?” Muria was panting, looking at the Abyssal Demon lying on the ground. As he had said, this demon, who had evolved to the highest rank, was seriously injured and unable to unleash more than half its strength.
“Yes.” The Abyssal Demon, surrounded by eight Storm Giants armed and pointing weapons at him, hesitated but replied immediately when he heard Muria’s question.
“Well then, let’s make a contract, something your devils love so much!” Muria looked at the mighty Abyssal Demon with a smirk. It felt satisfying having such a high-level devil as his servant.
“What kind of contract do you want to make?” The Abyssal Demon brightened up at the word ‘contract’. He scanned the young Titan who had toppled him over with a gang-like attack.
“Of course, a servitude contract.”
“Impossible.” Upon hearing the terms, the demon instinctively refused. He had gone through hardships to evolve from a lowly demonic entity to a high-ranking Abyssal Demon, and now a golden-level Titan was asking him to be his servant.
“Oh?” Upon hearing the demon’s refusal, Muria turned around, picked up a long spear from the ground that a Storm Giant had been wielding in his fight against the demon.
“What did you just say?” Muria brandished his spear, its sharp, chilling tip pointing at the Abyssal Demon’s head, “Say it again, I didn’t catch that.”
“Honorable Titan.” The icy feeling at the Abyssal Demon’s forehead made him instantly submissive. “It would be my honor to make a contract with you and become your servant.”
“Hurry up and draft the contract. Less chatter.”
“Yes.” The Abyssal Demon struggled to get up, amidst the gaze of Muria and eight Storm Giants, and pulled out a large piece of parchment. On the dark yellow paper, rows of devil’s script, imbued with an ominous aura started appearing.
“Haha, what do you take me for?” Muria glanced at the contract offered to him by the Abyssal Demon. Without bothering to read the content, he thrust his spear into the demon’s chest. Golden thunder coursed through the spear into the demon’s body, making the demon howl in agony.
“Your majesty, is there something wrong with this contract?” Bleeding Terence curiously looked at Muria.
“Terence, remember one thing if you ever get to deal with devils. If there are fancy decorations on the contract given by a devil, don’t think about it, just slash him.”
Muria laughed mischievously at the contract handed over by the Abyssal Demon. On the parchment, black patterns drawn very artfully along the edges: “These patterns are actually a form of script; it is a common trick used by devils. Once you sign this contract, you’re basically done for.”
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“Behave yourself. Don’t play any tricks with me. My patience is limited.” Muria pulled out his spear from the demon’s body, easily twirled it around to remove the stained blood from the blade.
“I will redraft immediately.” The Abyssal Demon grunted as he clutched the wound in his chest from where he had been impaled. Looking up at Muria with a smile of appeasement, he quickly redrafted the contract and handed it over for Muria’s inspection.
“Are you kidding me? The witness of the contract is Asmodius.” Muria glanced at the contract. Without hesitation, he thrust his spear once again into the demon. Who dares belittle his intelligence by having the most powerful demon witness such an unequal contract between a demon and a Titan?
“Change it to the Nether River Contract,” Muria reprimanded, “This is your last chance. If you dare to play your typical demon tricks again, I will slaughter you.”
“Alright, alright, I will change it.” The Abyssal Demon grimaced in pain. Although the piercing wound was just a minor injury, recovery was instant, but it was extremely painful.
“Keep it simple and concise, no nonsense allowed,” Muria removed the bloodstained spear and pressed it against the demon’s neck, “If you dare to play word games again, I’ll still slaughter you.”
“I won’t dare anymore.” The Abyssal Demon looked at his profile reflected in the dripping black and red, bloodstained blade; for a moment he doubted his demonic existence.
Not long ago, he had just quarreled with a Balrog Flame Demon, getting himself severely injured. Just then, he had sensed an invocation from the Material World, believing it to be his devil followers calling on him to cause chaos in the Material World.
So, he willingly responded to the summon hoping to snatch some delicious human souls in the Material World to heal his injuries. However, he never imagined the summon was from a young Titan accompanied by a group of giants. Barely had they exchanged a few words before he was beaten down.
Moreover, this young Titan was forcing him to sign a servitude contract under the threat of death. He initially wanted to trick the contract, but he didn’t expect this young Titan to know so much about the devil’s contract tricks. Not only did he see through them, but he also ruthlessly stabbed him twice.
“Please review this.” Under the threat of death, the Abyssal Demon, with a grimacing face, rewrote a Nether River Contract. This time he didn’t dare to add any additional tricks.
“It’s too simple, just agreeing to be my servant is all? Add a term limit.”
“How long?” The Abyssal Demon looked at Muria hopefully. Many demons often voluntarily enter into contracts with humans to serve them in exchange for their souls. Such contracts usually end with the death of the mortal. Trading a few decades of servitude for a human soul is a great deal in the eyes of many low-ranking demons.
But the one he is to sign a servitude contract with is a Titan which are renowned as eternal life beings. The Abyssal Demon felt that if it came to a longevity contest, he would certainly die first.
“What kind of dream are you in?” Muria looked puzzled at the Abyss Refining Demon still lost in fantasy. “Of course, it’s how long you will live, and that’s how long you will serve me, until the end of your life.”
“Isn’t that too long?” The Abyss Refining Demon spoke with some difficulty, looking at Muria with a pleading face.
“Unwilling?”
“Willing!” The Abyss Refining Demon nodded like a pecking chick. The eight Storm Giants beside him had already raised their weapons. If he didn’t agree, he would lose his life on the spot.
“That’s more like it.” Muria looked at the third Devil Contract in his hand, the Abyss Refining Demon had signed his real name on it. “Your name is too long. For convenience, let’s call you Mels from now on!”
Muria chose a part of the Abyss Refining Demon’s real name as his future nickname, with an unquestionable tone. And then, Muria signed his real name on the contract.
Then, the Contract was established! The parchment turned into spots of light and melted into an unknowable place.
In that instant, Muria sensed a vast black river running through endless lower planes. But only for an instant, this sensation vanished, leaving Muria shocked by the infinite power contained within the black river.
“Master!” The moment the contract was established, Abyss Refining Demon Mels felt a shackle attached to his soul. His life and death, as well as his freedom, were no longer up to him, so he dutifully kneeled before the being holding the other end of the shackle.
“Hmm!” Muria looked at the Abyss Refining Demon knelt on the ground, a great sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.
“Let all the giants outside come in and treat these severely wounded warriors.” Muria ordered. To subdue this Abyss Refining Demon, fifteen Soul-intent level Storm Giants, seven of them were seriously injured, the remaining eight were also wounded. Only Muria was slightly better, just feeling exhausted.
When the giants and demons outside the martial arts field came back in, they were shocked to see the ground of the martial arts field ploughed like a field. What shocked them more was the high-ranking devil prostrate at Muria’s feet, exuding an ominous aura.
“Is this the evil you mentioned?” Muria stepped on the head of Abyss Refining Demon Mels and laughed at the two Storm Giants who had previously admonished him.
The two Storm Giants looked in shock at the Abyss Refining Demon who did not move even when being stepped on by Muria. They felt a complex mix of emotions welling up in their hearts. They finally knelt down on the ground without uttering a word. The reality had spoken louder than words.
…
High on the throne, Muria watched below, a group of succubae, their hoofed legs transformed into slender thighs, were performing a dance that made males’ blood boil.
“Well done, Mels. I didn’t expect you to know about dancing.” Muria turned to look at a handsome black-haired, black-eyed young human next to the throne.
“I once served a hedonistic Mage, so I have a bit of understanding about dancing and music.” Mels, who had turned into a humanoid and was dressed in a butler’s outfit, replied respectfully with his hand on his chest according to Muria’s request.
“Hmm, how’s the task I assigned you to summon a group of Lust Demons and teach them to dance going?”
“I have summoned a hundred Lust Demons, my Master. They are in training and will soon be able to present you with a visual feast.” Mels reported to Muria with a bright smile.
His current master, Muria, loves visual and auditory pleasure so much. The demons are experts in sensory temptations and enjoyment, which fits perfectly.
…
Inside the Crystal Castle. Golden Dragon Mother in young girl form sat on a throne made of Legendary Metal, frowning at the image in front of her, her face full of displeasure.
The scene on the screen was Muria drinking and having fun, listening to sensual music, and watching succubae dancing.
“Little Muria, do you really think you’re invincible at the same level? There are many monsters in Elasia.” Atreus let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Ansol, it’s time to discipline our Little Muria properly. He’s already at the Golden Stage Three level now, it’s time for him to move on.” The beautiful blonde girl looked up at the black-haired, golden-eyed young man next to her. “Let Muria meet those little ones in your clan’s land.”
“Alright!” Ansol, in human form, frowned at the image on the screen and answered softly.
“Rip!” Ansol tore the space apart like a piece of paper, he stepped into the Space Rift. “I’ll go and arrange it now!”
“Hehe!” Golden Dragon Mother Atreus looked at the healed Space Rift, and then at Muria, who was enjoying himself in the image. She murmured: “Little Muria, it’s not time to indulge yet. You’re going to meet your future playmates soon. I’m looking forward to your performance. I hope you won’t disappoint me too much. Compared to those creatures, your bloodline is stronger, not weaker.”
