The Rise of the Titan

Muria watched as spatial ripples appeared everywhere around him, feeling a sense of helplessness. No matter how strong he was, he was just a Titan at the peak of the Soul Intent level. Even with the advantage of his equipment, fighting against Legends was already impressive.

He truly lacked the ability to face so many Legends at once. Legends from across the entire continent were converging here, all with the intent to kill him.

"Titan's descendant, you're dead today." The drow mage who had led several failed hunts against Muria sneered at him. The Spider Queen required Muria to be sacrificed to her, but she didn't specify whether he should be dead or alive.

"Kill!" At this point, there was nothing left to say. Muria gripped the Seven Sins Blade and slashed at a drow swordmaster. But before he could make another move, beams of light, arrows, and spear thrusts—nearly ten attacks—simultaneously struck him, causing him to stagger. Even though the Saint Radiance weakened the damage by nearly ninety percent, Muria still felt a piercing pain, with his lungs rattled by the impact.

Muria looked up, seeing many familiar figures appearing in his vision. They were Legends who had previously hunted him, such as the hybrid fish Serpharin, the six-armed naga Rolina, and the legendary siren Cecilia.

"I refuse to believe that such a group of misfits can make me fall here today." Muria no longer held back and released his strongest combat form. Six winding dragon horns extended from his forehead, diamond-shaped feathered dragon wings spread wide, and a long dragon tail lashed about. Lightning crackled, dragon flames roared, and a whirlwind howled around him.

"What's going on?" The Legends who had come to kill Muria were stunned by his transformation.

"Hybrid?" Serpharin, a hybrid born of a powerful bird and a mermaid, was the first to react, looking at Muria with a complex expression. He felt a kinship with Muria at that moment.

"I'm not like you." Muria noticed the hybrid fish's gaze. With a metal faceplate concealing his expression, he continued, "You were abandoned, but I was not."

Serpharin was momentarily stunned by Muria's words. Then, his gaze lowered, and a bone-chilling killing intent spread, reflecting his attitude towards Muria and his hidden jealousy.

As Muria said, Serpharin had been abandoned by his mother at birth. As for his father, who knew what kind of creature he was. Serpharin's growth was extremely difficult, and if it hadn't been for a follower of the ocean goddess Ambori who took him in and raised him for some purpose, he might not have survived.

"Die, Titan's descendant." Serpharin silently cursed and charged at Muria with murderous intent. Following his lead, the other Legends also attacked, knowing Muria's combat prowess.

"Fight!" Golden blood surged like a pillar reaching the heavens, symbolizing Muria's indomitable spirit. Despite the increasing number of Legends, Muria showed no fear. Clad in the Saint Radiance, surrounded by seven exclusive weapons, he met the battle head-on.

"This time, we're doomed." Seeing the increasing number of Legends, the abyssal devil Miles, also under siege, laughed bitterly. He had fantasized about reaching the peak alongside Muria but had never considered the possibility of dying mid-battle.

"I haven't even become a renowned overlord of the underworld, and I'm already dying. How frustrating!" Miles thought miserably, bloodied and injured after just a few exchanges. He foresaw his own demise.

But as he turned his head, he saw Duanjiao, whose heart had been pierced, and laughed, "At least I'm not the first to die. This fool will die before me."

"Master, I can't hold on. You must survive and fight your way out!" A voice echoed in Muria's mind as he was struck into the ground by a legendary octopus's claw.

Muria, in great pain, suddenly raised his head from the rubble and saw a foolish grin. A Balor demon with only one arm left was smiling at him, holding the ancient red dragon, still impaled by two exclusive weapons.

Then,

"Boom!" A massive explosion erupted, scorching flames spreading outwards, forming a huge mushroom cloud. The Balor demon had used its self-destruct skill, Immolation Explosion!

"Roar!" Amidst the explosion, the ancient red dragon's anguished scream echoed. Under the gaze of numerous Legends, from the smoke and debris of the explosion emerged a tattered, barely dragon-shaped mass. It wobbled in the air; this was the ancient red dragon, having taken most of Duanjiao's self-destructive blast but still not dead. The vitality of ancient dragons was astonishing.

"Haha, I'm still alive! That worthless demon couldn't kill me even at the cost of its life!" The surviving ancient red dragon laughed wildly, venting its fear from having brushed with death.

"Who said it couldn't kill you?" A soft whisper echoed in the ancient red dragon's mind, followed by a familiar sense of impending doom.

Following his instincts, the near-dead ancient red dragon saw the spear and sword still embedded in his body, now glowing with divine light. His remaining eye widened in fear.

"Splurt!" The Demon Slayer Sword and the Sun-Chasing Spear, carrying a portion of Muria's power, turned into a sword rainbow and a lightning bolt, slicing the ancient red dragon into four parts. Scalding dragon blood gushed out, reaching nearly a hundred meters high.

"Humm!" Muria caught the blood-soaked Sun-Chasing Spear and Demon Slayer Sword, clashing again with the approaching Legends. He had no time to mourn or lament; all he could do now was fight.

Bloody battle! Muria's body, wrapped in the Saint Radiance, was soaked in blood, some his own, but mostly from the Legends attacking him. Every time Muria swung his weapon, a Legend bled.

He grew stronger with each fight. As the battle continued, the barrier to legendhood weakened, bit by bit. This change made Muria frenzied, knowing that breaking through to become a Legend would significantly enhance his power.

Fighting to madness, in this seemingly endless battle, Muria's Soul Intent rings appeared one after another. One hundred and twenty-eight Soul Intent rings manifested, shocking the Legends and intensifying their killing intent. They all had similar thoughts: "Such a terrifying existence must not be allowed to live."

Fortunately for Muria, although more and more Legends entered the battlefield, some were chaotic and indiscriminate, attacking everyone they saw. Others, whose gods were mortal enemies, set Muria aside and fought each other.

This was an unprecedented chaotic battle in the history of the Synapse subcontinent. Almost all Legends participated, dragging their clans and dependents into the fray.

Corpses rained from the sky, and the blood-soaked ground was repeatedly plowed by the waves of battle. The terrain constantly changed—mountains flattened, turned into hills, then basins, and then rose again.

The vast chaotic war drew the attention of countless gods. Besides the evil gods, even some powerful benevolent gods cast their gaze here. The commotion was too significant to ignore.

Any god watching the battlefield would be drawn to the special presence under the heaviest attack, especially by the unusually large number of Soul Intent rings behind him, showing signs of merging.

"One hundred and twenty-eight Soul Intent rings, surpassing the bloodline limits of Titans." In the depths of the Weave, the Spider Queen whispered, a hint of greed in her eyes. "This hybrid Titan must have something very special."

"Roar!" Under increasing pressure, Muria roared, using a desperate technique from Titan heritage, burning his own blood to amplify his state.

Roaring, Muria activated the Dragon King's blood he had fused with in his youth. The Dragon King's power manifested, a sacred and majestic eight-horned golden Dragon King's shadow appearing behind him.

"Kill him at all costs. Even if you all die, ensure his death and offer him to me." At this moment, not only the Spider Queen, but many gods seeing Muria's phenomenon issued similar orders.

"Source power, it must be source power. I can sense it. One hundred and twenty-eight Soul Intent rings, only source power can create such a monster." In the realm of the Heart of Chaos, a beast-like god roared in excitement.

"I will descend personally. With the source power in this Titan, I will become stronger if I offer him to the world."

Driven by greed, the god of the hunt cut a part of his godhood and sent it to the battlefield, embedding it in one of his legendary barbarian followers.

...

"Master, a god has descended."

"Mm!"

In a wild plain radiating primordial energy, a Titan in armor, wielding a battle axe, slowly opened his eyes. Behind him stretched an endless army of ferocious beasts, and overhead, ancient dragons circled, their presence causing the space to tremble.

The Lord of the Wilderness, Archimonde, awakened all his subordinates, seemingly long prepared.