Chapter 576: Any Requests You Have, Feel Free to Mention
"Everything your descendant is enduring now is self-inflicted. He was the one who first insulted that half-blood young Titan."
In the void, Emperor Osvaldo of the Uranos Empire sternly rebuked the seraph on the other side. Standing beside him was a senior figure from the Titan race, and he had the moral high ground in this matter, so he was particularly confident.
"But he's already been severely injured. One of his pairs of seraph wings has been torn off. Do you think that's not enough? This has already significantly impacted his future; he may never become an epic again."
"Even if all his seraph wings were torn off, he would deserve it. If he doesn't have the strength and can't control his mouth, he deserves to end up like this. Besides, don't talk to me about foundational damage. Your Seraphim race has vast resources; it's just a matter of consuming some resources. What can't be restored? If it really doesn't work, you, as his elder, can expend some source power to heal him. After all, his behavior stems from your poor upbringing. As his elder, you should bear part of the responsibility and blame."
"That half-blood bastard!" Samuel, a pure-blood supremacist, secretly cursed. He prided himself on the pure Seraphim blood in his veins and looked down on all other creatures, especially despising mixed blood. He knew that Emperor Osvaldo's birth was an accident, an existence that shouldn't have been, a mixed-blood Titan, even more coincidental than Muria's birth. He detested such an existence, even if he had become no different from a Titan through source power.
"He must be obstructing because he holds a grudge against what Elashu said. Elashu is an idiot; some things should just be thought in the heart, why say them out loud?"
"Lord Ruler," the helpless Seraph Samuel looked at the Ruler of Ten, Shaynod. "I am willing to let Elashu apologize for his verbal misconduct and offer some compensation to make up for the spiritual damage to that half-blood young Titan. What do you think? After all, he hasn't suffered any substantial harm."
"That depends on the attitude of the young fellow himself." The Ruler of Ten's expression was unreadable. He didn't want the situation to escalate, but he also didn't want his clan to suffer. Even if this descendant's bloodline was impure, only half Titan, he was still a Titan, a fact that couldn't be denied. So his stance was naturally inclined towards Muria... or rather, he was always on the side of the Titans. His appearance was merely to protect Titan interests.
"If he agrees to accept compensation, this matter will be settled."
"What if he disagrees?" Samuel became anxious. This was his most promising descendant in tens of thousands of years.
"I guarantee your descendant won't die!" replied the Ruler of Ten. Injuring or crippling a seraph descendant was completely different from killing one. However, often, living could be more terrifying than death. For instance, tens of thousands of years ago, he had roamed the void, defeating powerful evil gods and forcibly enslaving them, making them serve him. This was more valuable than killing them, truly squeezing out every bit of their value. He had used them up as consumables countless times. He was a ruthless figure with a fearsome reputation in the void.
"Guarantee he won't die?" Samuel was dumbfounded. What kind of condition was this? What did he mean, having that half-blood bastard enslave a noble seraph descendant like you did? Why? Seraph descendants and Titans were equals.
"Lord Ruler, our Seraphim race and the Titan race are allies. Isn't this inappropriate?"
"Hmph, where do you get so many demands? If you weren't a seraph, I'd have cut off your hand already," Osvaldo scolded.
"Alright, stop arguing. Let's ask that young fellow's opinion first. After all, this matter started because of him." The Ruler of Ten considered himself fair. At least he didn't harm the seraph, which was very magnanimous...
Muria, who had just stomped Elashu's head into the ground and torn off one of his wings, looked up at the sky and saw three pairs of infinitely majestic eyes. One pair of eyes showed undisguised admiration, seemingly very satisfied with Muria's current state.
"Elashu!" a voice filled with shock and anger sounded. Samuel looked incredulously at his descendant, who was so miserable, utterly disgracing the Seraphim race.
A divine light descended, attempting to lift Muria and Elashu, but it was shattered by a golden lightning bolt.
"Osvaldo!" The seraph's fury erupted.
"This is my domain. Without permission, no one except Titans can act here."
"I just want to heal my descendant. Is that not allowed?" Samuel asked coldly.
"What do you think?" Osvaldo tossed the question to Muria.
"Do as you wish," Muria said nonchalantly, though he was internally disappointed. He had intended to rip off all of Elashu's wings and then chop off his head. But just as he was about to do so, they appeared. His ancestor was watching from above; he couldn't act further. It seemed they had already reached an agreement.
"Elashu." Samuel picked up his descendant from the demi-plane, holding him in his hand. Seeing his twisted body and only two remaining pairs of wings, he was infuriated. Divine light poured from his hand, repairing his injuries.
Muria watched Elashu being taken away, surprised to find himself also being lifted into the sky. He didn't resist and eventually found himself standing on a broad hand. Looking up, he saw a face full of admiration. He recognized this aura; it was unmistakable.
"Emperor Osvaldo!" Muria slightly bowed, then looked at the Ruler of Ten beside him, a bit puzzled. He hadn't seen this epic Titan before, but it didn't prevent him from paying his respects.
"Muria, any requests you have, feel free to mention. Don't worry about these guys being unable to afford it..." Soon, Muria learned from Osvaldo why he was here.
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