"Indeed, my mother told me to report back to the clan!" Muria, who had already sent out a distress signal to the Titan Tribe, sat aboard the Void battleship, lost in thought.
"I've already asked the Titan Tribe for help, but what about the Dragon Race? Should I notify them too?" After only three seconds of thought, Muria made up his mind, "I'll let them know. Whether the Dragon Kings come or not is their decision, but I should still inform them."
Of course, Muria's decision to inform the Dragon Race was because he believed that when dealing with Evil Gods, nightmares of the Void, the more the merrier; after all, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned gang-up to get the job done.
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Within the Temple of All Gods, the Platinum Dragon God, who had been standing as still as a statue on his Divine Throne, suddenly opened his eyes, confusion at first flickering across them, followed by a heartfelt expression of anger.
