The Rise of the Titan

Individual lives are influenced by external actions, and when their perception, judgment, and understanding align with the behavior of the majority, this is known as the herd mentality. This is a common psychological phenomenon among most individuals. Humans have a herd mentality, and it seems that gods do as well. Muria noticed that many unrelated evil gods, whom he had never provoked, also sent their followers to hunt him down. Among them were the Black Blood Beast Marla and its sole ally, the Whipping Girl.

"Has the Dragon Queen also issued a decree to hunt me?" Muria asked coldly, eyeing the three ancient dragons before him. He hadn't expected even the Five-colored Dragon Queen to get involved.

"She hasn't," a skeletal ancient black dragon scratched its chin with a bony claw. "We're just curious why the evil god followers are chasing you across the continent. Do you have something that even gods desire?"

"If I say no, will you believe me?" Muria sneered at the greedy ancient dragons. He wore the Holy Glory Abyss armor, and nine blood-stained weapons floated around him.

With the experience and insight of ancient dragons, they certainly recognized the metals from which these weapons were forged. These five-colored ancient dragons were here to take advantage of the situation.

"Heh, you're wearing it, aren't you?" Another blue dragon, crackling with blue and white lightning, eyed Muria maliciously, its greed undisguised.

"Titan's offspring, we'll give you a chance. Hand over the six weapons behind you, and we'll not only spare you but also escort you personally. How about it?" The strongest of the three, an ancient red dragon, opened its maw wide, demanding Muria's exclusive weapons.

"Hah!" Muria laughed disdainfully. This ancient red dragon was testing his condition. If he handed over the weapons, they would immediately pounce to seize them. Dragon greed knew no bounds, something Muria understood well.

"Extorting a Titan, where do you get your confidence?" Muria's eyes flashed with golden lightning as the Seven Sins Blade fell into his hand.

"Boom!" A massive explosion erupted beneath Muria's feet as his towering Titan form charged towards the ancient red dragon. The radiant blade seemed to become the sole focus of the world, slashing down at the furious ancient red dragon.

"Dare you be so arrogant without even reaching legendary rank? Do you think fighting a few weak legends makes you worthy of challenging a legendary ancient dragon?" Enraged, the ancient red dragon's crimson aura burst forth, warping and cracking the space around it.

"Boom!" The clash produced a massive explosion, a visible spherical shockwave spreading in all directions, uprooting trees and sending rocks flying. The world became a chaotic blur.

"Ancient red dragon, huh? You don't seem much stronger than other legends," Muria's disdainful voice rang out. As the elemental chaos cleared, it revealed Muria and the slightly battered ancient red dragon.

"Damn it, if not for your weapon, there's no way a Titan who hasn't fully grown could injure me!" The ancient red dragon roared, its claws spasming from the full-force strike it had landed on Muria. A wound oozing lava-like blood on its chest and abdomen was slowly healing.

"Weapons are part of one's strength. You've lived for nearly a millennium and don't understand that?" Muria looked at the dragon blood on the Seven Sins Blade, a satisfied smile on his face. Battling powerful creatures was not only growth for him but also for his weapons.

"Besides, you've lived so long and don't even have decent armor. Doesn't that shame your dragonkind?"

"Roar!" The ancient red dragon roared in anger. Known for their arrogance, ancient red dragons may mellow with age, but their inherent pride never fully disappears.

"Mere soul-level warrior, don't think a few legendary weapons make you my equal." Driven by greed, arrogance, and anger, the ancient red dragon flared like a super volcano, releasing immense heat and light, and charged at Muria, throwing condensed liquid fire.

"Your opponent is me, Balor Demon, Broken Horn," declared a heavily scarred figure, appearing before Muria just as in previous battles.

"Stand down!" Muria commanded, frowning.

"Master, I'll handle this red dragon. You deal with the others," insisted the Balor Demon, Broken Horn, a remnant of a demon defeated by Ansor and later modified by the Abyss Lord.

"Get out of the way! You can't handle it!"

Ignoring Muria's order, the foolishly brave Balor Demon charged at the ancient red dragon with his beheading sword and flame whip.

"Broken Horn, this is my opponent," Muria said, putting down the Seven Sins Blade and hefting the Sun Spear. He raised his arm and threw it with all his might.

"Roar!" Unable to dodge the unexpected spear, the ancient red dragon, pinned by Broken Horn, was impaled, roaring in fury. "Titan, I won't rest until you're dead!"

"Didn't you already plan for a life-or-death battle by confronting me?" Muria responded softly, unfazed by the dragon's threats. He had faced curses from evil gods; a dragon's curse was insignificant.

"If you want to fight my master, you must kill me first," Broken Horn stood firm, blocking the dragon from reaching Muria.

"With your half-crippled body, you think you can stop me?" The ancient red dragon, its chest gashed and impaled, roared in madness. Despite its injuries, it was far better off than Broken Horn, whose wings were nearly torn off, tail halved, and limbs twisted.

"Broken Horn!" Seeing his last demon minion bitten by the dragon, Muria's blood energy surged, burning like dragon fire…