Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 882 488: Supreme Dragon King vs. Pseudo-Epic Titan (Part 2)

"Again with that tone, it really makes me sick! This is your first time seeing me, so why act like you're close with me? Do you think you're worthy?"
Although the tone and subconscious actions of the Titan Demon God before him perfectly matched those of his foster father from the past, Noah could easily tell the difference.
This Titan Demon God was in the exact state as Tidel, who was manipulated by the will in the past.
After falling into Hell and receiving Hell's favor, Casius, who was unwilling to submit to Hell's will, birthed a second will completely supported by Hell's power.
With Hell's backing, this second will seized the body and suppressed the original consciousness to a nearly immobilized state, ultimately creating the terrifying being in front of Noah now.
"You've grown up and even forgotten the kindness of your childhood? Did you come to Hell intending to challenge or kill me?"
"Naturally, to correct and eliminate what shouldn't exist."
Noah no longer had any interest in indulging in pointless chatter with this Hell puppet before him.
Rather than saying this Titan Demon God receives Hell's favor, it's better to say this Titan Body is merely a vessel for Hell's will.
The deviously aggressive and invasive nature of Hell's will favored Casius, who had drifted into Hell, to cultivate a powerful enough Titan to lead all the Hell Lords, planning to inhabit it afterward.
Of course, this was not a given. Had Casius yielded to Hell's will initially, accepting all its benefits and arrangements, his current state would have been entirely different.
Unfortunately, Casius rejected the "goodwill" of Hell's will, unwilling to become a puppet and enforcer of Hell, eventually losing even his own body.
Noah believed that if his foster father had more time and experience, he could have resisted Hell's will with his self-determination.
Sadly, Casius fell into Hell too early, before he could fully escape the Material Realm, and in such an environment, no amount of talent or wisdom could offer any development or space, as Hell's influence reached him too soon.
As merely a mortal with Titan Bloodline, how could Casius possibly defend against such forces? It was simply unrealistic.
"Noah, can I play with it?"
Just as the Holy Dragon descended, about to engage the Titan Demon God suspected to be the foremost power of Hell, an enormous head appeared from beyond the gray-black sky, its eyes like abyssal snake pits, scanning the remaining Hell Lords with interest.
A shiver of fear ran through them.
Compared to the glorious, domineering Sun, the Sacrificial Snake brought a completely different feeling to the Hell Lords: infinite, dark, deathly silent, chilling... It was the polar opposite of Noah, as his arrival once again shrouded the Shattered land in long-forgotten darkness.
But such darkness could not give any Lord present peace of mind and instead made the surviving devils tremble. At this moment, every surviving devil on the Shattered ground was a one-in-a-million lucky survivor.
In the ruins of a Bronze Fortress, two closely bonded long-horned devils clung to each other, shivering.
They didn't even know how they had survived till now. Every attack from the sky managed to miss them precisely, crushing the devils beside them one by one instead.
In the now-ruinous fortress, only they remained alive, their end uncertain, enduring mental torment through this lingering agony.
"Play? What do you want to play? This Titan is what I intend to take out of Hell!"
Noah looked toward the Sacrificial Snake, who had been watching, suddenly stepping into the scene, with a newfound wariness in his eyes.
The special nature of the Titan Bloodline was renowned even in epics. If this creature had an interest in the Titan Bloodline and wanted to do something, it was understandable, at least logically.
"No, no, I have no interest in Titans. They are among the most troublesome races in the Void. I don't want any entanglement with them.
I meant the others here; I'm interested in them. If you're not interested, how about letting me have some fun with them?"
The Sacrificial Snake denied any ulterior motive concerning the Titan Bloodline. Instead, it cast its gaze upon the Hell Lords, whom Hell's will had ignored and whose presence had been significantly diminished.
Seeing the Sacrificial Snake's attention on these entities he found not particularly noteworthy, Noah said amidst the disastrous expressions of the Lords,
"Have fun!"
Then, amidst Noah's sincere and pleasant parting words, the Sacrificial Snake opened its immense jaws, capable of swallowing an entire plane, over the Hell Lords—a true abyssal maw that could claim even an Abyssal plane.
The ordinary Hell Lord stood no chance. Even with Hell's support, they could not resist the Sacrificial Snake's whim.
While the Sacrificial Snake toyed with this group of minor Lords, consuming them like snacks, Noah clashed with the solemn-faced Titan Demon God.
Boom——
Like two celestial bodies colliding in the Star Realm, devastating waves spread outward. The fragments of the Continent, already defying gravity and drifting skywards, were pulverized in an instant, unable even to maintain form.
The fortunate ones hiding among them, who had survived until now, also turned to dust in the debris crash, dying swiftly without even a groan.
"Noah, everything you know, I taught you, so whatever you master, I'm aware of."
With the unrelenting support of Hell's will, the Titan Demon God's true body exceeded a thousand meters, continuing to grow further under Hell's reckless infusion,
"You've never beaten me since childhood, why would this time be any different?"
"Die!"
Noah scorned to respond, only increasing the intensity of his strikes, recklessly uncaring of the consequences—there was no need to consider consequences; this wasn't his Mother Realm, but Hell.
Even if he shattered one layer of it, at worst, he could tear through all six layers. It was an opportunity to also rescue his foster father.
Facing the silent, death-minded Epic Dragon King, the Titan Demon God was troubled internally, as he had merely taken over the body midway.
While Hell's will had provided endless support, making this body a hundred times more powerful than at its birth, that kind of prowess was only enough for bullying Hell Lords or Demigods in the Material Realm. But against an Epic, the shortcomings were fatally significant, lacking the qualifications for resistance.
"How do you, with such inadequacy, have the audacity to occupy such a powerful body?"
Like the ancient legends of battles between the Supreme Dragon King and Epic Titan, in this recreated battle in Hell, the Dragon King held the absolute advantage. The seemingly fearsome Hell Titan struggled to gain the upper hand at every encounter and in merely ten exchanges was struck down by the Dragon King's tail, his body torn apart.