The Rise of the Titan

"You're a disgrace to the dragon race." Muria looked at the Calamity Dragon Morgan with a face full of contempt.

"What exactly are you?" Sensing something off in Muria's tone, the Calamity Dragon quickly reacted, "How does me being a disgrace concern you?"

"You don't need to know that." Muria looked at the Calamity Dragon's slowly regenerating flesh and blood and lost any desire to waste more words on it. "You just need to know your future role."

"What?" Seeing that Muria had no intention of killing it, the Calamity Dragon relaxed a little.

"A living power source." Muria revealed the future arrangement for the devalued Calamity Dragon.

Then, Muria directly cast a sealing spell, sealing its magic and mental power. After scavenging everything off its body, he personally carved a one-time teleportation array on the ground and sent it to the floating island over the ocean.

"Tsk, His Highness sure is fast. It hasn't been long, and he's already sent over a soul-level Calamity Dragon."

"This is a rare dragon species."

"Yes, indeed rare, a half-undead Calamity Dragon, which matches their attributes."

"Enough talking. Is there a way to fix this dragon's half-undead state? Its current power is not suitable as a living energy source for the floating island."

"It can be fixed, but it's a bit troublesome and requires a lot of materials."

"Materials aren't an issue, just report to Miss Mia. As long as we can restore this dragon to its normal body, it's fine."

Listening dizzily to the discussions of the lowly humans around it after being forcibly teleported, the Corrupted Wing felt a surge of anger. Just as it was about to use its power, it found its mental sea was like dead water, unable to move at all.

Its power was sealed. It, the Corrupted Wing, had become a useless dragon. The fear of losing its power surged in, and the Calamity Dragon fearfully glanced around.

It found itself on a huge metal platform, with elemental chains binding its body. One by one, young humans who looked perfect for making liches were climbing up and down its body, occasionally taking scales and drawing blood.

It seemed to be treated as an experimental subject, and a wave of humiliation flooded in. But when it rolled its eyes and looked around, it saw one powerful creature after another.

Murlocs, sea monsters, fierce birds... These beings, all stronger than soul level, were imprisoned in crystal pillars and continuously drained of their power, yet they showed no reaction, as if they felt nothing.

"Is this the living energy source?" Seeing this scene, the Calamity Dragon Morgan understood what the demon warlock had said. At that moment, it suddenly felt that being an experimental subject wasn't so bad.

After sending away the Calamity Dragon, Muria instructed his demon servants to clear out all the undead in the city, while he went to do the most important thing: looting the spoils of war.

After finishing everything, Muria continued to advance towards the heart of the Synaps continent. As he got closer to where the red dragon Cynthia was, the reputation of the demon warlock Diablo began to spread across the continent.

He was a brutal demon warlock who liked to massacre cities at the slightest provocation. It was said he was capricious, often chatting amiably with powerful lords before suddenly turning on them and killing them. To date, this warlock had wiped out no less than a dozen cities, earning the title of "City Slayer."

"Nonsense." Muria complained to Broken Horn beside him about the two demon commoners they had just encountered discussing him. "When have I ever been capricious? When have I ever turned on people? It's all lies."

"Shall I kill all those ants who speak ill of you, master?" Broken Horn asked earnestly.

"There's no need. We need to keep a low profile. Too much killing draws too much attention," said Muria, who was almost wiping out one city after another and had earned his title through slaughter, without a trace of self-awareness.

"Master, you are absolutely right."

"Yes, of course. Keeping a low profile is important, but sometimes you need to be flexible." Muria's eyes shone as he looked at the city ahead. "Let's go into the city and see if its lord is wealthy."

An hour later, Muria recalled the rampaging flame demons, rode the blood lion demon, and left with Broken Horn, who had just killed the city's ruler—a soul-level serpent.

"This serpent lord had so much treasure; he must have committed countless crimes," Muria sighed softly as he pocketed the serpent lord's centuries of accumulated wealth. "Such a wicked person, I had to take action."

"..." The flame demon Broken Horn remained silent, noting that his master's skin was getting thicker. Of course, he knew this was due to poverty. To build a floating city, his master was already penniless. And poverty could lower the bottom line of most intelligent beings, leading to all sorts of unbelievable actions.

"Respected sir, have you seen a black-haired, golden-eyed boy named Muria?" While walking, Muria was suddenly stopped by a group of drow elves descending from the sky. "He is a Titan hybrid who releases..."

"You drow are really annoying." Muria looked at the drow elf in front of him with a face of annoyance, and at her subordinates behind her who were flirting with Broken Horn. "You are the seventeenth group to ask me about that Titan hybrid recently."

"Sir, since you know, please understand. This is an oracle from our deity. Please cooperate."

"Get lost!" Muria showed an unpleasant expression. "What does capturing Muria have to do with me, Diablo? Why should I cooperate? I'm not a follower of the Spider Queen."

"City Slayer Diablo!" Hearing the notorious name, the drow elves carefully scrutinized Muria's group, then showed expressions of fear and quickly moved aside.

"Useless." After giving a contemptuous glance at the black-skinned elves, Muria rode away on the blood lion demon, but his complaints reached the drow's ears. "It's been so long, and they still haven't found that Titan hybrid, causing trouble everywhere. Do these deities have some kind of conspiracy?"