Dracotitán

All of Titan's exclusive weapons possess nearly infinite potential for growth. Their power is not fixed at the moment of their creation but can increase as the owner's strength grows.

Moreover, Titan's exclusive weapons can enhance their attributes and gain special abilities by absorbing other weapons, legendary metals, or special treasures.

However, at the moment of their creation, Titan's exclusive weapons are legendary weapons. Ordinary weapons, treasures, and metals are considered worthless junk to them.

But clearly, the staff granted by the Platinum Dragon God does not fall into the category of worthless junk. The mere fact that it can release divine might proves this point.

Although the function of the Dragon's Command is somewhat underwhelming, it indeed is a very precious treasure. However, since it lacks direct offensive capabilities, it is classified as a unique artifact.

Looking at the Endgame staff that was continuously absorbing the other staff, Muria's expression showed his dilemma.

The function of the Dragon's Command to communicate with ancient dragons and call for help, as much as he didn't want to admit it, was something he needed at this stage. In critical moments, it could potentially save his life.

On the other hand, his exclusive weapon was interested in the Dragon's Command and wanted to absorb it to enhance its power. Under normal circumstances, Muria shouldn't stop it, but he needed the Dragon's Command's ability to call for help.

However, there was a high probability that the Endgame staff would inherit all its functions and attributes after absorbing the Dragon's Command. This made him hesitant.

It wasn't a guarantee but a probability, and there was a chance of failure. If the Endgame staff didn't acquire this function, it would be a significant loss... After hesitating for a while, Muria let go, stepped back, and chose to let the Endgame staff continue absorbing.

After a while, the divine chains made of ancient god texts extending from the Endgame staff dispersed and re-integrated into the staff. The staff chimed softly, and its nine-colored aura surged, revealing a lifelike, infinitely majestic white-gold dragon shadow on the staff.

"Clang!" On the other side, a two-meter-long bar of pitted scrap metal fell to the ground with a crisp sound. This was the Dragon's Command, now completely absorbed by the Endgame staff, reduced to worthless scrap metal. The sculpture of the white gold dragon on the staff's head had vanished.

"Uh!" Muria grabbed the Endgame staff that fell into his hand, eager to see how many of the Dragon's Command's functions it had inherited, when suddenly he felt a familiar oppressive force weighing down on him.

Divine might, identical to what was emanating from the Dragon's Command but even more profound.

At that moment, Muria realized that this was a reward from the Dragon God, and the staff might have been crafted by Bahamut himself.

And now, after just obtaining it, he allowed his exclusive weapon to absorb and destroy it, which was quite excessive. Naturally, Muria successfully attracted the attention of this progenitor deity of the dragon race.

"Lord!" Feeling the sudden divine might, the golden dragon lady Atreus bowed, as did the three-bodied spirit, very respectfully, while Troy beside Muria immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

"Lord Bahamut!" Feeling the profound, yet not oppressive, divine might, Muria's body also reacted, and a majestic figure with wings appeared behind him.

Muria felt an urge to dispel his transformation spell and return to his true form, but he resisted, as the divine might disappeared in an instant.

The Platinum Dragon God was indeed attracted to him, but it seemed to just glance at him before moving on, not paying too much attention.

Muria was overthinking; for a special existence like him, even the Platinum Dragon God wouldn't just look away after a glance. His golden dragon bloodline might fool Karsalana into thinking Muria was a dragon, but it couldn't fool a dragon god.

"Descendant of Dimos, to be both a Titan and a dragon's offspring, life is truly peculiar." A voice with a hint of surprise rang in Muria's ears, carrying the vicissitudes of endless ages and the authority nurtured by ruling countless dragons.

"For countless ages, it's the first time I've seen a little one born with both Titan and Dragon King bloodlines," the Platinum Dragon God exclaimed.

Muria responded with an awkward smile and a slight bow, not knowing which direction to face since the Platinum Dragon God had only communicated with him through consciousness.

"Little one, do not waste your inherited bloodlines. I look forward to the day, thousands of years from now, when you stand beside me," the Platinum Dragon God said, leaving behind a blessing before his consciousness departed.

Muria bowed slightly for a while, making sure the dragon god had truly left before straightening up. After all, this was the ancestor of all metal dragons, deserving of utmost respect.

"Jeez, Muria, you really can attract trouble! Even the Platinum Dragon God's gaze was drawn to you," Troy teased as he stood up after seeing Muria straighten up.

"Stay out of it!" Muria huffed. Although the Platinum Dragon God was a benevolent and kind deity, Muria did not wish to attract His attention, at least not at this stage.

The Platinum Dragon God's power was proportional to His age, and Muria did not want to interact too much with such a being now, feeling constrained by the vast difference in strength and generation.

"Apart from divine might, my staff seems to have inherited all the abilities of the Dragon's Command," Muria responded to the big cat, seriously sensing the situation of the Endgame staff, his face showing a surprised smile.

Divine might was inconsequential to him, but the ability to contact ancient dragons was crucial.

"Congratulations!" Karsalana, with a complex expression, forced a smile upon hearing Muria. She hadn't heard a word the dragon god said to Muria, but she had seen the majestic figure with six horns and dragon wings that had appeared behind him.

...Ten days later, when the scales and skin stripped from the six rebel dragons hung on the six mage towers had all regrown, they, to the astonishment of Bologna's residents, removed the bronze pillars from their bodies and flew into the castle.

"The time has come to part ways. Thank you for your help and care these days, Sister Karsalana. I will always remember it!" Thus, Muria bid farewell to Karsalana, accompanied by thirty-four dragons, "If you need, you can contact me anytime."

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