The Epic Dragon Titan

Under the Dragon Slayer Spear, capable of easily piercing ancient dragon scales, the barrier of spiritual light was sliced open, revealing a narrow crack. Seeing this, Sheerov's face lit up with joy. But as he turned into a beam of light and prepared to dash through the opening, he crashed into the barrier, sticking to it comically.

"Well, that looks promising," Muria raised an eyebrow, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he watched the dragon hunter struggle. "But it still needs improvement."

Suppressing the churning energy in his body, the dragon hunter turned around, glaring at Muria, who was leisurely floating into the cage. He knew he might be in trouble this time.

"Keep running!" Muria said with a gentle smile, "I'll give you another chance."

"Hmph!" Sheerov snorted, and a set of red and blue armor appeared on him, crackling with wild dragon flames and lightning.

"Armor made from dragon scales!" Muria's eyes narrowed, and then his expression turned serious. He shot toward the dragon hunter as a golden beam, without any technique, because there was no need. With Muria's physical strength, as long as he touched the dragon hunter, the fight would be over.

Seeing Muria turn into a golden beam, Sheerov swung his spear at him, saying, "Dragon, you are too arrogant, fighting me in human form."

Boom—

A massive collision echoed through the airspace of Synapse, as a red and blue energy ripple spread, creating ripples within the translucent light cage.

"I can't risk accidentally killing you if I use my dragon form." Muria stood in the air, holding a scarlet dragon spear, and casually twirled it, causing the air to explode with a burst of sound. With just one direct clash, he had forcibly taken the weapon from the dragon hunter.

"A dragon slaying spear forged from the spine of an ancient red dragon, mixed with legendary metals and high-grade extraordinary metals," Muria assessed the materials of the weapon in his hand. "It seems you're not just any dragon hunter."

"You're not just any dragon either," Sheerov, clad in the Flame Thunder Dragon armor, gazed at Muria, blood dripping from his mouth. Looking down, he saw a clear handprint on the thickest part of his chest armor.

This armor was made from the hardest scales of two powerful ancient dragons, mixed with high-grade extraordinary metals and plates of legendary metal in critical areas. It was a legendary-grade armor, but Muria had left an imprint with just one strike. This shocked the dragon hunter.

"What a pity you're a dragon hunter; I can't let you go." Muria turned into a beam of light, charging at the dragon hunter again.

He had a hierarchy in his mind, where different races had different statuses. Undoubtedly, Titans and Gold Dragons were the most important to him, followed by metallic dragons and giants. When these races clashed, he would side with them accordingly. If dragons and humans clashed, he would help the dragons. If Gold Dragons and giants clashed, he would help the Gold Dragons. If it was between Titans and Gold Dragons, he would suppress both sides to resolve the conflict.

This hierarchy also extended to more specific situations, such as when his subordinate giants clashed with wild dragons, he would help his subordinates. It was clear whom he should support or not.

Humans held a relatively low status in Muria's heart. While he had some affection for them, it didn't mean he tolerated those who made a profession out of hunting dragons.

The one-sided battle ended tragically for the dragon hunter Sheerov, as he was beaten like a punching bag from one end of the light cage to the other. His blood gradually stained the entire cage, observed by giants, dragons, monsters, elves, humans, and dwarves from Synapse.

"If only you weren't a dragon hunter," Muria said, piercing the dragon hunter's chest with the spear he once used to slay dragons, hoisting him up. He wore a slightly regretful expression.

He knew that among the human legends from the overseas continents, besides dragon hunters, there were also those with a sense of justice wanting to help the weak. Muria planned to recruit suitable ones among them into Synapse, as there were too few legends there, which he felt was insufficient.

He controlled eight worlds, requiring eight legends to guard them. However, in reality, ten were needed. Seven small worlds needed seven legends, while the medium-sized world required at least three legends to sit in it. Currently, Muria had only sent the legendary devil Mals, who had volunteered for the task.

With only two void fleets and a legendary devil to oversee eight worlds, this was far from enough, and problems would arise if this continued. Hence, Muria needed more legends.

"Pretty wealthy, huh?" Muria remarked, removing a thunderous greatsword from the dragon hunter, along with his armor, a spatial ring, and a belt, claiming them for himself.

"Take him to Master Mason!" Muria commanded, releasing the spiritual cage and throwing the unconscious dragon hunter to the approaching red dragon Cynthia.

"By the way, tell him that this device didn't work well; the legend almost escaped today." Muria tapped the ornament on his head, which controlled the power source of several cloud islands. It was still in the experimental stage and would be crafted into a crown once perfected.

"Yes, sir!" Cynthia glanced fearfully at the dragon spear and thunder sword in Muria's hands and the armor slowly healing nearby.

"What? Want it?" Muria asked, shaking the spear and sword. "This is a dragon slayer set for humans; it's not suitable for you!"

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