"Eight-winged Seraphim!" Muria squinted slightly at the seraphim who had half-emerged from the Heavenly Gate. In the Seraphim race, the number of wings signifies the purity of their bloodline, with six wings already considered genius-level. All the young Seraphim who visited the Titan territory for exchanges had six wings or more.
In fact, there are Seraphim with two or four wings, who make up the majority of their race. However, they never had the opportunity to visit the Titan territory because, in the same-level combat, they couldn't compete with Titans and would just be looking for trouble.
"Just like Mikaela's brother Sylvester. I remember he was also at the eight-wing level." Muria recalled the Seraphim who had blocked a legendary demon's attack for him during his childhood. He was the strongest Seraphim Muria had ever known. Although Mikaela's bloodline level surpassed her brother's, her strength was far inferior due to her youth.
"I think I understand this guy's hostility now." Seeing the eight wings on the Seraphim, Muria immediately linked many things together.
Most likely, this guy was a rival in love. Among the younger generation of the Seraphim, Mikaela's bloodline was the purest and unmatched. She was unique. Below her level were those like her brother Sylvester, whose eight wings were extremely rare, probably no more than five in total. This guy was one of them.
According to the customs of bloodline-inheriting races like the Seraphim, the strongest female bloodline would pair with the strongest male bloodline to produce the most potent offspring. With Mikaela's bloodline level, her partner could only be chosen from among the eight-winged Seraphim. Hence, this guy was likely one of Mikaela's suitors, essentially a backup. Given his attitude, he could also be labeled a sycophant.
Considering the current situation, it wasn't hard to deduce that this guy was a sycophant. Referencing some warlock families who also relied on bloodline inheritance, they always married within the family to ensure bloodline purity, not marrying outside.
However, the situation of the Seraphim was more complex. For instance, Mikaela's status and her powerful grandfather meant that no one could force her to do anything against her will. Arranging a marriage for her was out of the question.
So, her suitors could only pursue her. The problem was that among the Seraphim of her generation, no one could defeat Mikaela, and she looked down on all her male peers. Instead, she was enamored with a mixed-blood Titan far away in Erathia, because he was the only one of her age who could fight her to a draw.
"It must be like this." In a moment, Muria concluded his guess about the eight-winged Seraphim, which perfectly explained his irrational hostility.
"Why don't you come and help me now?" The Seraphim, whose legs were still stuck in the Heavenly Gate, sneered. "You mixed-blood mongrel!"
"What gives you the audacity to despise my bloodline?" Thunder flashed in Muria's eyes, and golden dragon flames burned. Behind him, a pale golden eight-horned dragon king's shadow appeared. A wisp of the dragon king's majesty emerged, extinguishing clouds and shaking the skies.
"A mix of dragon king and Titan blood," the Seraphim still sneered. "Your existence taints two pure bloodlines. You are a mistake. You have no right to pursue Mikaela."
"A pure-blood supremacist." Muria exhaled lightly. In Erathia, there were many who believed in pure blood superiority. But Muria had never encountered such people because of his high status, which meant most supremacists never got the chance to speak to him.
"Existence justifies itself." Muria's gaze was cold. "Let me show you the power of a mixed-blood!"
"Arrogant mongrel! You've just advanced to legendary status. What makes you think you can fight me?" The Seraphim finally freed himself from the Heavenly Gate and stood before Muria, clad in a splendid cyan armor radiating holy brilliance.
Behind him, the Heavenly Gate shattered and dissipated, and the dragons who had summoned it all lay on the ground, twitching. Their power had been completely drained. Some weaker dragons were even slightly shriveled, having lost some of their life essence.
"Hah!" Muria sneered, his gaze falling on the Seraphim's fully regrown hair, the meaning clear. Meanwhile, behind him, the eight-horned dragon king's shadow gradually solidified, merging with Muria and turning into a six-horned golden dragon.
"Indeed, a unique dragon. My mother didn't lie to me." Dragon Princess Felicia's eyes sparkled as she watched Muria. When the dragon shadow merged with him, six crown-like dragon horns appeared on Muria's forehead, a pair of diamond-shaped feathered dragon wings spread, and a long dragon tail swayed.
Seeing this, Felicia became even more excited, her face flushing. On the other hand, Princess Gladys, who was also watching, had a complex expression, her face uncertain. "A Titan and dragon hybrid!"
"You seek death!" The Seraphim's face turned livid as Muria's gaze fell on his head. A long spear appeared in his hand, emanating a terrifying aura.
"Today, I will slay you!" Muria reached out, and the double-moon blade Halberd of Repression appeared, surrounded by a murderous aura. Simultaneously, the components of the Saintly Glorious Abyss appeared one by one. Responding to Muria's emotions, the ancient divine inscriptions on it shone, emitting an immortal divine light. A profound ancient aura spread, as if an ancient god had arrived.
"A legendary armor and a dedicated weapon!" Seeing Muria's equipment, the Seraphim's eyelids twitched. His armor was only partially made of legendary metal mixed with high-grade supernatural metal, yet he still felt proud. Only Mikaela received the treatment of having armor fully made of legendary metal.
"With insufficient strength, even the best equipment is useless, only to benefit me." The Seraphim sneered, holding his spear, and his eight wings fluttered as he thrust it towards Muria.
"Boom!" Muria said nothing, swinging the Halberd of Repression towards the Seraphim. Spear and halberd clashed, and the collision of their powers sent terrifying shockwaves rippling outwards...
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