Chapter 577: Mikaela
Roar! Just as Muria was pondering his request, a dragon's roar, seemingly emanating from the depths of his soul, resounded, prompting Muria to turn and look towards the void.
To Muria's surprise, the three figures around him also turned their heads to the same location. The sound he heard was not imaginary.
"That's a dragon's roar!" Hearing this distant sound, Osvaldo raised an eyebrow and glanced at Muria standing in his palm.
At that moment, a look of schadenfreude appeared on his face. At his level, he rarely experienced emotional fluctuations, but when he did, he didn't bother hiding them. Joy, anger, and sarcasm were all expressed freely. After all, he had fought so hard to reach this point; why should he consider others' feelings when expressing his own?
"A Dragon King!" The Ruler of Ten, Shaynod, also recognized the roar and glanced deeply at Muria, silently contemplating.
"The Boundless Heaven Realm!" The expression on the seraph Samuel's face changed. Hearing the dragon's roar and seeing Muria, then looking at his almost half-crippled descendant in his hand, he understood something and looked at Osvaldo with extreme hostility. "Did you inform the Dragon King to cause trouble in my domain?"
"I wish I had, but unfortunately, I didn't." Osvaldo sneered, already sensing the battle waves coming from the Boundless Heaven Realm. "If there's a chance, I'd like to meet these Dragon Kings."
"Let's go and see what's happening," the Ruler of Ten suggested, looking helplessly at the somewhat confused Muria. He had a rough idea of what was going on and felt he had to intervene. After all, this issue ultimately involved his descendant, and the Titan race couldn't be disconnected from it.
At that moment, Muria experienced the speed of flying like light. The epic emperor carried him, crossing a vast distance in an instant, arriving in the sacred atmosphere of the Boundless Heaven Realm, where the soul-stirring roar had come from.
"What are you doing here?" As soon as they arrived, Muria heard an annoyed voice from a seraph with six pairs of light wings. Muria instinctively disliked him as he was Elashu's elder.
"To watch the excitement!" Osvaldo replied cheerfully. He had the support of the Titans and his own formidable strength, so he wasn't intimidated by the seraph before him. Offending him was no big deal since he couldn't represent the entire Seraphim race.
"You..." Samuel felt extremely uncomfortable with such a gleeful response. Looking at the Ruler of Ten, the seraph had to swallow his words. Against an epic Titan, it was obvious whose side the Ruler would take.
"What? Don't want me here? Want to drive me away? Do you have the ability?" Osvaldo's mood improved further seeing Samuel's grim expression. His pleasure was derived from the enemy's pain, making him feel satisfied.
"Osvaldo, quiet down." The Ruler of Ten reminded the emperor who had let himself go, urging some decorum as the Titan race and Seraphim race were allies.
Finally, Muria had the opportunity to look around. This was a world radiating holy light, with countless cities floating in the sky—exclusive to the Seraphim, the cloud cities. Below was a vast, boundless land, rich with vegetation and resources, a true paradise where billions of sentient beings lived without conflict or war.
However, three grand beings were disrupting this peace, engaging in fierce combat with the seraphs guarding the area. Thousands of angels formed battle formations on the sidelines, awaiting orders from the seraphs, but the three seraphs fighting the Dragon Kings had no intention of using them.
"What happened here?" Samuel asked, his face grim, seeing ten seraphs awakened from slumber by the battle but not joining in, instead watching the fight. The three seraphs clashing with the Dragon Kings were from Samuel's lineage, the Raphael line.
"Why aren't you helping?" Samuel asked the onlooking seraphs and ready angels, dissatisfied.
"You should ask yourself that, Samuel. What did your Raphael lineage do to anger the dragons so much that three Dragon Kings came demanding answers?" A seraph stepped forward, questioning Samuel, then noticed Elashu recovering in Samuel's hand. "An eight-winged seraph descendant, with four wings torn off. Who did this?"
"I did," Muria stepped forward and answered calmly. He was standing in the palm of an epic Titan, with another Titan elder beside him. He had nothing to fear.
"What did Elashu do to you to deserve this?" the questioning seraph asked Muria kindly, making Samuel feel even more aggrieved.
"When I was fighting in the Erathia world, my opponent accidentally summoned him. When he saw me, he called me a bastard!" Muria briefly explained, as he noticed the watching seraphs' attention had turned to him.
In fact, these seraphs were curious about why three Dragon Kings suddenly appeared, specifically targeting the Raphael lineage. After a few words, they started fighting.
Given the Dragon Kings' unusual actions, the other six seraph branches didn't want to get involved before understanding the situation. No one wanted to escalate the matter; it would benefit no one, and the Dragon Kings were not to be trifled with.
"I see." The seraph examining Muria focused on his crown-like dragon horns, understanding the situation. "Do you know these Dragon Kings?"
"Uh," Muria scratched his head, embarrassed. "I only know the Starshine Dragon King, but I don't know if he recognizes me."
"He does!" On the battlefield, the Starshine Dragon King had transformed into a dazzling starry sky, suppressing the three seraphs and enhancing his allies. Despite this, he noticed Muria in the palm of the epic Titan as soon as they arrived. Upon hearing Muria's words, he sent a ray of starlight to Muria, forming a star dragon.
"I remember you, Deimos' descendant. We met once on the Ionia subcontinent when I was battling the Ghost Lord. You were below."
"You actually noticed me!" Muria was surprised. He had been very weak then, amidst a battlefield of legends and ancient dragons.
"Such a strong aura, like a bonfire in the dark, who wouldn't notice?" The Starshine Dragon King's avatar examined Muria. "Deimos has invested heavily in you! Even using source power. Besides me, another Dragon King noticed you then, but you were too weak, so we didn't approach you."
"I see." Muria recalled how invoking the Platinum Dragon God's name had brought down his will. This god must have been watching him, just waiting for a chance to appear.
"Starshine, why are you here?" the Ruler of Ten asked, though he already suspected the reason.
"I heard a seraph descendant insulted a Dragon King descendant and tried to use his strength to bully him, but got beaten up instead. His elder then tried to intervene," the star dragon said, eyeing Samuel and Elashu. "Do you seraphs think dragons are easy to bully? Ignoring the existence of Dragon Kings?"
"We never thought Dragon Kings were easy to bully. This matter is for your Raphael line to handle, not my concern." The questioning seraph, understanding the situation, left. Mistakes were to be dealt with individually, not dragging the entire race into it. This involved the Titans and dragons, too hot to handle.
"Lack of strength and brains, truly embarrassing," another seraph commented on Elashu before leaving. He had no interest in taking the blame for such a ridiculous matter.
With the Ruler of Ten's intervention, the three Dragon Kings and seraphs ceased fighting to discuss how to resolve the issue. At that moment, a curious and surprised voice called out, "Muria?"
Muria looked over to see a platinum-haired girl riding a pure white-feathered giant bird flying towards him, five pairs of flaming wings spread behind her, unaffected by the auras of the legendary Titans and Dragon Kings.
"Mikaela." Muria's eyes filled with joy.
"You've broken through to the legendary level? How so quickly?" The combative seraph girl was always focused on such peculiar points.
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