The Epic Dragon Titan

"Everything I have, I obtained through my own abilities, not by that damn fate." Barbossa thought irritably. He remembered that when he had just become a lich, he often encountered a special group calling themselves planar merchants. They used to call him the favored one of fate, but ever since he encountered the gold dragon, he never saw those planar merchants again. He didn't know why.

"I don't believe in fate." Barbossa clenched his bony hand, feeling the vast ocean-like power within him, solidifying his belief.

He was now nominated as the next council president because his strength and foundation had reached the pinnacle of the world. In the main world, unless an epic appeared, he was invincible. No one could defeat him, the master of the invincible ghost fleet.

"Damn those two gold dragons." Thinking about the only two major losses he suffered after becoming a lich, both caused by gold dragons, and they were father and daughter, made Barbossa even more annoyed.

He hadn't provoked them in either case. Even now, he couldn't figure out why that old gold dragon robbed him. Was it just because he was rich at the time? Why? Was it wrong to be rich?

Over such a long period, Barbossa had also investigated the origins of the father-daughter gold dragon duo, which made him even more frustrated. One of them had already become a dragon king eight hundred years ago, a realm he had always dreamed of, a level where just one claw could pin him to the ground.

Since the father had become a dragon king, naturally, he wouldn't dare touch his daughter. Barbossa knew the habits of gold dragons. If that gold dragon named Deimos found out he touched his daughter, he would definitely strike back, disregarding the Necromancer Council behind Barbossa.

Thinking of this, a surge of motivation rose in Barbossa's heart. Unlike other liches, ever since Deimos robbed him, Barbossa had been brooding over it, thinking of various ways to improve his combat power daily, planning revenge.

Of course, Barbossa would never admit that his current achievements were due to those two gold dragons. They were his lifelong enemies, and he would eventually retaliate. As a lich, he had enough patience.

"Wait, when I become epic, I'll make you two pay." Barbossa looked at the endless ghost fleet he had built and stationed around the seabed, feeling a sense of satisfaction akin to a farmer witnessing a bountiful harvest. This was the foundation of his future dominance over the void.

"Hmm?" In the midst of reminiscing, Barbossa was startled. He took out a phalanx, a dried bone that appeared to be picked from the ground, which was now cracking, emanating a powerful psychic wave.

"Lord Barbossa, save me!" A voice filled with terror pleaded in his ear.

"Hold on, I'm coming." Barbossa replied calmly. He certainly sensed something wrong. At his level, and being part of such a vast organization, infighting for resource allocation was inevitable.

He estimated that someone was trying to set him up, but he had enough confidence in his strength. Even if a True God descended, he would not fear. As for epic beings, besides that damned ancestor gold dragon, he hadn't offended any epic being. Moreover, with the Necromancer Council backing him, no epic being would attack him without sufficient reason.

"I'd like to see who dares to touch my ally. Hmph!" The ink-black seawater surged, and with Barbossa's thought, a fully formed ghost fleet slowly rose from the seabed.

There was no friendship among liches, only pure interests. The so-called ally was just a pleasant-sounding term. The lich who called for help was a council member who had fully sided with Barbossa, unconditionally supporting him to become the council president. How could he not save such a loyal subordinate? If he didn't save him, what would the other council members think? If he couldn't even protect his own subordinates, who would follow him in the future?

...

"Did you feel that? The massive rising death energy!" In a dark room in Blackstone Harbor, Muria, dressed in bone armor to conceal his aura and restrain his blood energy, looked at Mikaela and Ilvester.

"Indeed, as expected of a legendary peak lich." Ilvester, who was honestly hiding his aura, showed a solemn expression. He could tell he couldn't win just from the pure power of that energy.

That lich could crush him by sheer quantity alone. All techniques were meaningless in the face of absolute power.

"We'll probably need a few hundred years to be able to fight him." Mikaela also showed a hint of dread, but her words would make Barbossa vomit blood (if he had any). After thousands of years of accumulation, a living being claimed they could defeat him in a few hundred years. How could that not infuriate him?

"That old lich Barbossa has indeed left. That Grim Reaper sure has his ways." Sensing the immense death energy rising and then disappearing, Muria smiled.

"Son of Titan and Dragon, it's time for you to act." Suddenly, a bone badge floated out from Muria's body. The skull imprint on it moved its jaw, making a harsh, unpleasant sound.

"How long can you hold him?" Muria bluntly asked, showing no courtesy. He knew the Grim Reaper couldn't do much against a legendary peak ancient lich in the main world.

"About two hours. You need to hurry."

"Good. We'll retreat an hour and a half from now." Ignoring the Grim Reaper Narlok beside him, Muria instructed his subordinates directly. "Start looting now! Take as much as you can! Focus on the ocean, the ten major ports are mine."

"..." The five legendary liches were speechless. Besides the ten major ports, what else was there in the Sea of the Dead? What was there to loot?

"Mika, start now! No need to hide your power."

"Understood!"

In the dark ghost sea, at the largest Blackstone Harbor, a crimson beam of light suddenly shot up from a building. Any undead within a kilometer of this beam were vaporized instantly, without even a chance to scream. Seeing this beam, all undead not immediately purified retreated like avoiding plague, not daring to get close.

"Who dares to act wild on Lord Barbossa's turf!" As the beam appeared, a wave of icy death energy emanated from the Black Soul Tavern. A ghost battleship, five kilometers long, began to tremble. One terrifying cannon after another appeared.

Simultaneously, a giant skeletal figure with thick ice skin emerged. The ice served as its dreadful "flesh," but it didn't hinder its movements. Jagged ice chunks were embedded in each finger, acting like claws. Its skull was bare of ice, with a dark flame circling like a corona.

"Winter Ghost!" Muria, seeing the frost-ridden Winter Ghost appear, showed no surprise. He knew that the most prosperous three of the ten major ports in the Sea of the Dead each had a legendary undead guarding them. Blackstone Harbor was guarded by a fourth-tier legendary Winter Ghost, which he had thoroughly investigated.

"Take down that Winter Ghost quickly, dead or alive." Muria nonchalantly ordered a legendary lich. The Winter Ghost had no chance of winning against a lich who knew all about it and had prepared thoroughly.

"Begin the separation!" Muria said to Mikaela. To him, the Sea of the Dead had eleven prime areas: the ten major ports and an unknown shipyard beneath the sea, the most precious but undiscovered location.

In the light beam bringing light to the Sea of the Dead, a graceful figure appeared. She wore white armor inlaid with gold, held a scarlet sword, and had sacred flames in her eyes. Under the fearful gazes of numerous undead, five pairs of scarlet flaming wings unfolded.

Boom——

Endless dark lightning descended from the sky, striking Mikaela, who was as dazzling as the sun. This was the plane's partial rejection of Mikaela. However, the death-filled lightning was purified by the divine light naturally emanating from her, making Muria stunned at the weak counterattack, much less than he had expected. Both he and Ilvester were ready to act.

With a swing of Mikaela's sword, boom! The space collapsed and shattered. Visible space cracks appeared over Blackstone Harbor, shaking the entire port. Lower-level undead frantically fled in all directions, panicking at the sight of the powerful angelic figure.

But fortunately, Muria had planned everything. Large pirate groups and liches under his control began suppressing the chaos everywhere.

"Now it's my turn!" Seeing Mikaela's slash perfectly cut Blackstone Harbor from the Sea of the Dead, Muria removed his bone armor, revealing his Titan form. His immense blood energy soared skyward as he displayed his power without restraint.

Then, a vibrant demi-plane shadow appeared behind him, spreading a huge pulling force. This force landed on the fragments of Blackstone Harbor below, slowly devouring them...

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