The Rise of the Titan

In the chaotic battlefield, a barbarian wielding a stone axe was fighting a legendary sea beast. Suddenly, his body stiffened slightly as a light, invisible to most creatures on the battlefield, merged into him.

The legendary sea beast, having no idea why it was fighting the barbarian, seized the opportunity to launch a heavy attack on the seemingly crazed barbarian.

"Trash!" Divine light shone in the eyes of the barbarian, who had completely lost his self-awareness. To the sea beast's horror, the barbarian not only easily blocked its attack but also appeared in front of it in an incomprehensible manner. He then grabbed the sea beast's jaws with his bare hands.

Rip! The sound of tearing flesh echoed as the shark-like legendary sea beast's jaw was forcefully torn apart. The barbarian, whose aura was rapidly rising and whose appearance was changing, devoured the torn flesh.

Realizing it was completely powerless to resist, the legendary sea beast tried to flee, understanding what the barbarian had become. Such occurrences were not uncommon among Legends, and those who encountered it were usually doomed.

"Trying to escape?" The barbarian, now undergoing a transformation, grinned menacingly as his body swelled and hunched, gray-black hair sprouting all over him. He, or rather, Marla, was undergoing a metamorphosis.

"I am a follower of the Storm Lord!" The sea beast, caught and unable to move, cried out in panic, hoping its deity's name would intimidate this god.

"Talos." Marla paused momentarily, although he no longer intended to serve the Storm Lord, who was always scheming against them. Out of respect, he decided to give some face to his nominal leader.

"Let me eat a bit more, and I'll let you go!" Imagining the consequences of offending the Storm Lord, Marla abandoned the idea of killing the sea beast. He couldn't give the Storm Lord any reason or excuse to target him.

"Thank you, your highness! Please, take your time!" Relieved that his life was spared, the sea beast relaxed. Losing some flesh was trivial; it would regrow eventually.

Under the horrified gaze of many Legends, the transforming barbarian tore at the shark's flesh, seemingly unaffected by its pain.

"Hah, once I finish transforming this body..." Marla, using divine power and the legendary creature's flesh, continuously altered the humanoid form into a beast-like shape, closer to his true form, allowing him to better utilize his power.

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"Die!" Muria, using the desperate technique of the Titans, emanated a golden aura that surged skyward, grander than before, as if he had already broken through to Legend.

The nine exclusive weapons he wielded began to glow with ancient divine inscriptions, their true power awakening. His exclusive weapons finally began to display their true might.

To fully utilize his weapons' power, being a Legend was the minimum requirement. Until now, Muria had only been using the weapons' inherent durability.

As Muria fought desperately, triggering the hidden power left by his grandfather, Dragon King Timoros, his strength reached the threshold needed to activate his exclusive weapons.

"Swish!" The Nebula Chains extended infinitely, enveloping the area around Muria. Under the weapon's unique sealing power, no one could attack Muria across space.

"Slash!" Muria, wielding the Demon Slayer Sword and the Seven Sins Blade, fought fiercely against any Legend daring to face him. With strength comparable to a legendary Titan and his fully awakened weapons, he was invincible.

A single sword strike severed three of Rolina's fair arms and part of her tail, while the six scimitars she used to block Muria's attack were all broken.

A single slash bisected the chaotic, indiscriminate attacking octopus monster. Despite its legendary vitality, its two halves floated midair, unable to heal as Muria's power, augmented by divine inscriptions and Dragon King energy, eroded its life force.

The octopus's eight thrashing tentacles eventually went limp, and its bisected body fell, creating a blood lake on the ground.

Touching Muria now meant injury or death. With Dragon King energy amplifying his power, Muria seemed to have gained a higher-level strength. All Legends wounded by him found their wounds unhealable, their life force extinguished.

"Grandfather!" Muria hurled the Sun-Chasing Spear, annihilating a terrified drow archer. Compared to the hundred-meter-long spear, the drow's body was minuscule.

"So, this is the power of the Dragon King!" Muria felt a strange emotion seeing himself easily killing another Legend, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew this wasn't his own power.

Muria's increased combat strength stemmed not from his blood but from the Dragon King source blood gifted by his grandfather Timoros. More precisely, it was a power Timoros had left within the source blood.

It seemed his grandfather had foreseen Muria being besieged by a group of Legends and had left a power within the source blood, unbeknownst to Muria.

When Muria was forced to burn his blood to fight, this power emerged, replacing his blood as the source of his increased strength.

In other words, after this explosive battle, Muria's foundation would remain intact. Instead, the experience of battling and killing Legends would bring him benefits. This was the advantage of having a powerful backer—his elders would bear the cost even when he fought desperately.

"Tremble under the Dragon King's power, you scum!" Feeling the support from his elder, Muria controlled his nine exclusive weapons, fighting the Legends who, under divine orders, fought him with gritted teeth.