"So, grandfather, you think that the Insect Race still has stronger queens that have reached Epic Level!"
"Isn't it obvious? This layer of matter is clearly not naturally formed," Dimos spread his claws, "so, the insects we encountered are very likely to come from an Epic Race."
"This luck..." Hearing this, Muria couldn't help shaking her head and sighing. What kind of luck was this? She had only snuck into the great world to gain some advantages, but in such a short time, she had encountered an Epic Race.
"Actually, even if it is an Epic Race, it doesn't necessarily mean we have to go to war with them. We can still coexist peacefully," Dimos lifted his large claw, gently stroking the dragon's whiskers hanging from his chin, looking very dignified as befitting the Dragon King, "It all depends on their choice."
