The Epic Dragon Titan

"What price must I pay for such precious information?" Muria asked seriously after flipping through the intelligence book that recorded the strength, preferred spells, and coordinates of many liches. Equivalent exchange is a basic principle in transactions between dragons.

"This stuff may be precious to you, but for me, it's just information I collected out of boredom. It holds no value for me."

Barthelemy was lying with a straight face. A golden dragon who likes to enslave liches claimed that information about liches without significant backgrounds was useless to him.

"You are indeed an anomaly." Muria stared deeply at Barthelemy. In all his years, it was the first time he had seen a lying golden dragon. Although it was a well-intentioned lie, and his constant lie-detection spell showed no reaction, such words didn't need spells to be detected. Anyone with a bit of brain could see he was lying.

"This time, I owe you a favor. This information is of great help to me." Muria took out a crystal clear as water, with a drop of golden blood sealed inside. "This is my blood. If you crush it, I will sense it and come to help you unconditionally with one task."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Barthelemy was slightly stunned seeing the blood Muria handed over. It was the first time he saw a dragon's token in the form of blood. Dragons usually use their shed scales as tokens.

However, Muria was different. All his scales had been fused into the Sacred Glory Abyss to increase its compatibility with him, including the shed scales. Now, the Sacred Glory Abyss had become his scales and could not be removed.

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"That dragon is strange." Just after leaving Barthelemy's half-plane, Irvista stopped and looked back at the sunny tropical rainforest.

"Then why didn't you act just now? I didn't stop you!"

"He's not a fallen dragon, just corrupted by death energy. I don't sense any evil from him."

Irvista's expression was odd. Ordinary divine followers needed to cast spells to judge good and evil, but he could determine it just by looking. However, many beings couldn't be judged by divine light alone. "He seems to be hiding something."

"Stop spouting nonsense," Muria rolled his eyes. "He lied to me at least three times just now. My constant lie-detection spell didn't react, but although they were lies, they were well-meaning and beneficial to me."

"Different positions see different things. That dragon probably doesn't want us to know something," Mikaela offered her perspective.

"If he doesn't want to say, so be it. I've already gotten the most important thing. And I've left my blood with him. If he needs help, he'll call for me. A legendary dragon prince in trouble would seek my help."

Muria started flipping through the intelligence book, his eyes finally resting on an image of a lich dressed as a pirate. Honestly, Muria was impressed. This lich became a famous pirate among liches.

"What are you planning? That legendary lich, Captain Barbossa, is renowned even in the heavens. You're not thinking of targeting him, are you? The three of us together might not be able to take him on."

"I know my strength. I'm just visiting this legendary lich," Muria turned the page with Barbossa's information to other liches hiding in the necropolis. "But before visiting him, I'll meet other liches first!"

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"Surrender or die? You only have two choices." In a bone-filled underground chamber, Muria stood atop a pile of bones, stepping on a lich's head. This lich was unique, not a common humanoid skeleton but a dragon-headed human body, made of dragon bones.

"Dream on if you want me to submit! Hahaha!" The soul fire in the dragon lich's skull flickered violently, emitting a harsh soul laugh. "You aren't worthy. Kill me if you want. Someone will avenge me."

"A mere legendary lich, you think someone will avenge you?" Muria sneered. This dragon lich was part of a small lich group led by a legendary fifth-tier lich. Muria had targeted this group, deciding to capture them all for Synapse.

"You dare act arrogant because you have a phylactery and can revive, right?" Muria smiled warmly. "But I heard liches cannot revive if their souls are annihilated by Seraphim flames. I wonder if that's true. If you don't submit, I might try it."

"Seraphim?" The soul fire in the dragon lich's skull flickered, emitting fear. "The top existence in the heavens can't be here in a place like this. You can't scare me."

"Mika, please." Muria stepped back, and the bored Seraphim girl stepped forward, crimson Seraphim flames appearing in her hand.

"Seraphim fire!" As the flames appeared, the dragon lich's soul trembled instinctively. This fire could purify its soul completely, erasing it.

"I submit, spare me!" Facing lethal threat, the dragon lich made the correct choice. As a once-living being who chose to become a half-dead lich, it showed how much he cherished life. Ninety-nine percent of liches were cowards, afraid of death.

"Release your soul fire!"

"My soul has Lord Yoram Bazel's imprint. To truly submit, you must remove his imprint."

"Enough nonsense. I investigated you thoroughly before acting." Muria kicked the dragon lich's head. "Just open your soul. I'll handle the rest."

"Yes!" The unfortunate dragon lich, who did nothing wrong, dejectedly opened his soul defense, revealing his soul core to Muria. Muria could easily make this lich fall with minimal effort.

"Let's see whose mental strength is stronger!" Muria's nearly solidified silver mental power surged from his forehead into the dragon lich's soul core.

The infinitesimal universe.

Though the soul fire was just a fist-sized flame, Muria's mental power entering it revealed a vast space, the lich's mental realm.

Muria's mental power formed his dragon essence in the dead soul space—a mountain-sized golden six-horned dragon. The lich's essence formed a scholarly middle-aged man with a pale face.

"Is that the guy who imprinted your soul?" Muria saw a gray-robed humanoid with a bone scythe dominating the soul space's center.

"Death God's Attendant?" Muria was intrigued. "Your controller is related to the Death God? Quite significant!"

"I don't know, my lord," the scholarly man was exceptionally humble.

"I fear no True God, let alone an attendant's imprint. You think this can scare me? Naive." Muria sneered at the lich's life essence. With a dragon's claw, golden flames filled the deathly soul space, pressing towards the Death God's Attendant imprint.

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