Dracotitán

"Father, who are you preparing to fight against?" As Muria cradled the void egg contentedly, Ansol looked towards the monster legions continuously marching in one direction and asked softly.

"Who else can I fight in this world group, if not those Demon Lords?" Akhmond responded with a chuckle.

"Has another material world been invaded by the Abyss?"

"Yes! I heard that the demons have already built four Abyssal Gates there, and that world is nearly half-conquered." Akhmond seemed a bit helpless. "I received a distress signal not long ago. I had just awoken from my slumber and began to gather my kin to rescue that world."

"I came to visit because I had just heard that father had awakened from his slumber," Ansol nodded, understanding his father's plan as soon as he saw the assembling monster legions upon being transported to this half-plane imbued with a wild aura.

"Hmm, I see!"

"I was also planning to take Muria to visit a few other epic elders in our clan."

"Other elders?" Akhmond slightly closed his eyes to sense their presence, then looked at Ansol. "Like me, those guys are all in slumber, only two are awake."

"Yes, Mech Emperor Osiris and Abyss Lord Ulysses are not asleep," Ansol stated plainly. "I originally planned to take Muria to visit these two elders."

"Good, then you should take Muria to them now!" Akhmond nodded. "I'm about to lead my kin into battle, so I won't have time to host you."

After he finished speaking, under the stunned gaze of Muria, the epic Titan Akhmond, who had been sitting atop the mountain, stood up. His massive and imposing form seemed to pierce the sky.

He then began to move, and the ground trembled with his steps. The hundreds of Thunderwolf Dragons at his feet stood up and followed him.

"Boom! Boom…" As Muria watched in awe, the mountain range where his grandfather had been seated exploded, and streams of dark golden light burst forth.

These were components of a dark gold armor that flew out from the shattered mountain, as if alive, automatically attaching themselves to every inch of Akhmond's body.

"This is... exclusive weaponry!" Muria muttered to himself as he watched his grandfather don a formidable and majestic armor in an impressive manner. Such sentient armor could only remind him of the exclusive weapons of the Titans.

But then, Muria saw his grandfather reach out, and the only mountain that hadn't crumbled exploded. A blood-stained double-bladed battle axe, buzzing with an endless aura of slaughter, soared into the sky. As it appeared, countless thunderbolts filled the sky, roaring, and then countless silver-white lightning serpents descended, wrapping themselves around the battle axe.

"Buzz!" The axe hummed, its blade stained with diverse, fresh-looking blood marks, each representing a powerful being fallen under this deadly weapon.

However, this formidable axe merely circled in the air before obediently landing in the armored hand of Muria's grandfather.

"The second one!" As soon as the battle axe appeared, an overwhelming aura swept the surroundings. Muria felt as if thorns were pressing against his back, but he paid it no mind. No matter how fierce the battle axe was, it was his grandfather's weapon and would not harm him.

Instead, Muria focused on the fact that his grandfather possessed two exclusive weapons.

"Isn't there supposed to be only one exclusive weapon?"

"Who told you that?" Ansol looked at Muria, frowning slightly. "There has never been a limit on the number of exclusive weapons a Titan can have."

"Does that mean I can forge as many exclusive weapons as I want?" Muria asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Yes," Ansol glanced at Muria nonchalantly. "But you need enough legendary metal to do so."

Muria stiffened. Considering the amount of legendary metal required to forge a single exclusive weapon suitable for a Titan... crafting several seemed like an impossible dream.

As they spoke, one after another powerful creature, not recorded in Muria's draconic heritage, flew in from all directions, their presences just slightly less imposing than his grandfather's but still formidable.

"What are these creatures? Mutated black and red dragons?" Muria asked, astonished by the eight terrifying beasts circling his grandfather.

"Dragons, from other worlds," Ansol explained to the bewildered Muria. "Not only Erathia has dragons; other worlds also nurture beings similar to dragons."

"Are dragons from other worlds so terrifying?" Muria observed a dragon cloaked in black scales with magma-like red patterns between its scales, surrounded by cyan lightning, and shedding tiny ice shards with each breath.

"That's the Darkfire Dragon, known as a super-dangerous species in its world, one of the most powerful beings there."

"One of the most powerful." Muria grimaced, noting that the size of this creature wasn't much smaller than that of his maternal grandfather, Demos. Are other worlds so terrifying?

"What about that dragon?" Muria pointed towards a few dragons with sturdy limbs and elegant wings, resembling red dragons.

"Those are Flame King and Flame Queen Dragons, somewhat similar to our world's red dragons but with significant differences."

"And that one..."

"The Skywise Dragon!" Ansol named another dragon Muria was about to inquire about, offering a brief description.

"Grandfather, so powerful." After Ansol introduced the dragons surrounding them, Muria couldn't help but be moved.

These dragons from other worlds, each one exuding a powerful aura, were all formidable, with even the weakest among them carrying the aura of legends, stronger than the pressure from his own father.

But of all the dragons, what shocked Muria the most was the black Darkfire Dragon, because he felt towards it the same way he did towards his maternal grandfather Demos.

Of course, it was only close in terms of power. The aura of the Darkfire Dragon gave Muria a feeling of brutal ferocity, lacking the dignified, gentle, and grand demeanor of a Dragon King.

"Hmm, I'll escort you part of the way!" The fully armed epic Titan Akhmond, holding the lightning-wrapped battle axe, looked towards Ansol and Muria, then swung his axe downward.

As Akhmond made his move, space shattered, and a narrow spatial rift appeared before Muria. Through this rift, Muria could see a silvery metallic surface...

"Let's go!" Holding the void egg, Muria looked to his father. Ansol nodded and stepped first into the spatial rift created by Akhmond's axe swing.

Muria, facing what seemed to be a world constructed of metal, suppressed his curiosity, turned back to his grandfather Akhmond, curious about how his grandfather would transport such a staggering number of monster legions to another world.

The armored epic Titan, after swinging his axe, didn't look back towards Muria again but began using his authority as the creator of this half-plane to gather its power. The entire half-plane roared into action, the world thundering.

"Come quickly, you'll have other chances to see this." As Muria was mesmerized by the scene, Ansol's voice came through.

"Ah!" Muria looked up to see the spatial rift slowly closing.

 Realizing this, Muria hurriedly ran towards the metallic, silvery-gray world, still marveling at the unbelievable sights awaiting him.

"Where is this place?" Muria asked in a hoarse voice after surveying his surroundings for a long while, overwhelmed by everything around him.

"This is the Sky Mech City of Osiris, the Mech Emperor of our clan."

"A city?" Muria looked across the vast expanse of the metallic land, which stretched far beyond the limits of his vision, dotted with all sorts of metallic structures. "It's practically a metallic continent."