DND Realms: The Rise of the Titan-Dragon Prodigy

"We came out too early; we should have waited another year or two."

Hearing the sudden voice beside him, Ans'or showed a look of agreement and nodded, "Indeed, it's too early. Although legendary demons have appeared, their strength is too weak."

"There's also a Titan!" Having lost faith in demonic strength, the Barlow Flame Demon, whose horn was broken in half, tilted its head to see the second Titan slowly emerging from mid-air, its aura seemingly even more oppressive than that of Ans'or, who had thoroughly beaten it.

"After all, this isn't the Abyss, so such strength is normal." The Titan glanced at the Barlow Flame Demon under Ans'or's foot. "As for waiting another year? I'm afraid you, Ans'or, can't wait that long!"

"As far as I know, your son Muria is traveling the world, currently in this sub-continent, ruling a human nation—an impressive achievement. When I was young and disguised as a human, I never attained such authority in the realm of humans." A third Titan emerged from a collapsing space, speaking with an appreciative tone.

"That kid is merely leveraging the grace of his elders, just happened to be there; it's different from your case." Ans'or, hearing the other Titans praise his offspring, slightly curved his lips in a small smile, feeling pleased as a father.

"In such circumstances, to be able to rule a nation without error is quite remarkable. My son doesn't have such ability; he knows only fighting and killing."

As the fourth Titan appeared, the gaze of the Barlow Flame Demon, trampled under Ans'or's foot, had become dull and almost lifeless.

"Hmm, learning how to command subordinates is also a very important lesson for us Titans. Having learned it now, he won't need to waste time going to the Uranos Empire's Plane Conquest Academy later."

"Alas, Ans'or, your son is fortunate indeed, to get the opportunity to rule a nation so young."

"Luck is also a factor in becoming a strong entity."

"Heh, stop discussing it. Ans'or can hardly wait to meet his son." One Titan remarked in a teasing tone as he observed Ans'or's expression.

"Ans'or, why aren't you killing this Barlow Flame Demon? What are you keeping it for?" A Titan, looking at the half-crippled, blood-soaked demon that seemed about to die any moment, asked in confusion.

"Atreus told me that Muria has gained some opportunities and has now advanced to the pinnacle of soul essence."

"So soon?"

"Yes, and because he advanced so quickly, I worry he might not control his power well. So, I thought a weaker legendary creature would be a good sparring partner for him. This Barlow Flame Demon, with its not-so-strong power, fits my criteria perfectly."

"Isn't a third-tier legendary Barlow Flame Demon too strong for Muria? Find a weaker one, otherwise, it might be too harsh on Muria."

"No need for such trouble; I'll be there to supervise. Nothing will go wrong. Besides, Muria has merged with a drop of prime blood; he's not like other Titans his age. This level of Barlow Flame Demon is just right."

"Prime blood!" The other three Titans unconsciously showed a hint of envy. Possessing a drop of prime blood was like having one foot in the epic realm. Starting from nothing is the hardest step, but for Muria, that step no longer existed.

"Don't be envious! Come on, let's go with Ans'or to meet his talented son."

"Wait, Ans'or is giving a Barlow Flame Demon to his son as a meeting gift. We, as elders, should also bring something when meeting a junior. We can't go empty-handed."

"There's no need." Ans'or shook his head, "When the time comes, just offer some guidance on Muria's martial cultivation. That's better than any gift."

"Offering guidance to a junior is right, but a meeting gift cannot be neglected," Titan Aelric laughed heartily, his sharp gaze piercing into the distance, golden divine light bursting forth as if to pierce through space.

"What did you see?" Another Titan asked curiously.

"A meeting gift." Titan Aelric smiled, "Just wait a moment for me; I'll be right back."

As the three Titans watched Aelric with puzzled looks, the legendary Titan tore through space and stepped in.

"Aelric must have seen something; he has practiced an eye technique, which makes his vision the best among us."

"Yes, from the expression he just showed, it's probably not a friend, perhaps an old enemy."

...

"Roar!" "Roar!" Above the vast wasteland, a cavalry troop emitting an aura of solemn killing moved through the air. Wherever they passed,

 birds scattered, and beasts fled.

Every knight in the troop was an elite, fully clad in armor, with not a bit of skin exposed, looking fierce and mighty, daunting to behold.

Among this elite cavalry, which was notable even in the world of Erathia, was a chariot pulled by nine ferocious beasts. The chariot was grand and majestic, engraved with complex and mysterious runes, radiantly brilliant and dazzling to the eyes.

Such a display could only hint at the identity and power of those within the chariot.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out from the fast-moving group in the sky, and the knights almost simultaneously reined in their mounts, hovering motionless in the air.

The once formidable troop stopped in mid-air, silent as if turned into motionless statues.

"Your Highness, I don't know what brings you here; is there something you require my help with?" After a moment, a voice, unusually gentle and humble, emerged from the chariot.

"Indeed, there is something I need your help with." Space shattered above the distinguished group, and a Titan, wrapped in thunderbolts as thick as golden pythons, appeared, looking down from above.

"Please speak." Even with the legendary Titan appearing, the occupant of the chariot remained composed, unflustered by his broad experience; Titans were not something to be surprised about.

"I am about to meet a junior, and I think your chariot would make an excellent meeting gift. It suits very well." Aelric revealed a cold smile as he looked down at the chariot, waiting for the response.

"..." There was no immediate reply from the chariot, only silence, and just as Aelric was preparing to make a move, a voice finally emerged,

"Titan Sir, if you fancy my chariot, then I am honored. Since you wish it, take it!"

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