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DND Realms: The Rise of the Titan-Dragon Prodigy

Titans, near-divine creatures born alongside the most ancient gods.The dragon, a mighty predator at the top of the food chain of countless worlds.Muria, who inherits the bloodline of the Titans and Golden Dragons, sits on a throne.Red dragons, blue dragons, green dragons ...... bronze dragons, red copper dragons, brass dragons ...... amethyst dragons, crystal dragons, emerald dragons, and many more dragons bow under the throne. Cloud giants, mist giants, stone giants, frost giants ...... storm giants, mountain giants, tide giants ...... countless giants bowed before the throne. A king's power is not just to kill and conquer! ----------------------- It's 1 chapter per day at 1 p.m. (Arizona) in every novel I upload. 3 daily chapters in each novel on patreon! p@treon.com/INNIT ----------------------- DISCLAIMER The story belongs entirely to the original author.

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Chapter 239: Betrayal

"Crack!" Just as Muria had this thought, a shattering sound suddenly came from above him. The space above him fractured like a mirror struck by a fierce blow, then burst apart, revealing a dark, irregular spatial portal.

"We've found it!" A giant dragon, its eyes like molten gold, emerged from the portal, looking down and scanning the area before its gaze finally rested on Caslana, filled with tenderness and relief.

"A legendary ancient gold dragon!" The undead first mate exclaimed as Alves appeared. He then proudly boasted, "Lucky for me, I was smart. Seeing the gold dragon, I knew there must be an older one. I didn't attack fatally."

Being a legendary undead associated with Barbossa, he was also a member of the Council of the Undead, but he only took orders from Barbossa, ignoring the rest of the council members.

He was aware of some famous individuals in the Council of the Undead and the major events related to them.

For example, Bertrayn, who wanted to create stronger bone and ghost dragons and provoked the metal and gem dragons, resulting in a horde of ancient dragons hunting him down.

As a member of the Council of the Undead, the council initially intervened to rescue Bertrayn, but their efforts were all thwarted.

Moreover, the ones who issued the warrant for the death dragon riders were a platinum dragon deity favored by the gods of good and three Dragon Kings who could fully exert their power in the prime material plane.

For various reasons, Bertrayn was driven to self-destruct by the ancient dragons and chose to resurrect through a phylactery left in the council, escaping the dragon's pursuit.

"A bunch of undead scum daring to harm my granddaughter," Alves's massive form, over 150 meters long, emerged from the portal.

After ensuring his granddaughter was unharmed, his angry gaze, already spewing flames, fell on the seven-masted ironclad ghost ship below - of all the ships, this one was the largest. Who else to target?

"Ancient gold dragon, I had no intention of harming your granddaughter, only to capture her."

If it came to a one-on-one fight, the undead first mate knew he'd be at the mercy of this legendary ancient gold dragon. But with so many ghost ships at his command, he wasn't intimidated by this old dragon.

"Capture her? Ha!" Upon hearing this, Alves's rage erupted like a volcano ready to burst, engulfing half the sky in flames - a sea of fire appeared in the sky.

"I've already shown mercy, not harming your granddaughter. Shall we cease hostilities?" The undead first mate didn't want to provoke the metal dragons; they were too much trouble.

"Cease hostilities? Sure, if you meet one condition."

"Meet your condition? You're just an ancient dragon; you think I'm scared of you?" Alves's words instantly infuriated the undead first mate, who felt he'd given enough face to this ancient dragon, especially since it was his granddaughter who attacked first, capturing one of their fleet's ships.

"Magical cannons, prepare! Aim at this big dragon." At the first mate's command, the seemingly ragtag fleet of ghost ships, none matching in style, turned to face Alves, ancient-looking magical cannons rolled out on deck.

"These magical cannons should be in a museum, not attacking an ancient dragon," Muria commented, looking at the cannons he'd seen in books, "Can these things even fire properly?"

"Those cannons, integrated with the ghost ships, are semi-spiritual. They should be able to fire, though their attack methods might differ from regular magical cannons."

Even as her grandfather faced a barrage from dozens of ghost ships, the golden dragoness calmly discussed the ships' structure and attack methods with Muria, who remained equally composed.

Alves had appeared, meaning the other ancient dragons should be close by.

"Fi..." Just as the undead first mate was about to order the firing, he watched in shock as several powerful ancient dragons tore through the sky, surrounding the undead fleet, their legendary draconic might spreading.

"Begin... Begin the welcoming salvo! Greet these noble, majestic, and mighty ancient dragons." Seeing nineteen ancient dragons appear and surround his fleet, the undead first mate quickly changed his tone, adopting a flattering voice.

His undead subordinates, keen to survive, turned their cannons and fired a volley of death energy shells into empty space, creating thunderous blasts.

"This legendary undead is quite a character!" Muria exclaimed in astonishment.

"Heh!" A sapphire dragon of ancient dragon stature, upon arrival, heard the soulful sounds of the undead and the undead cannons firing into the void, scoffed in disdain.

"How did such a creature ascend to legend?"

"I know this guy; his name is Anlo, born into human poverty. Unable to fill his belly, he turned to piracy. He was one of the first pirates Barbossa transformed into undead.

After nearly ten thousand years, even a pig would become a legend in that time…"

"Is there anything we can help you with, ancient dragon lords?" Despite the condescending and scornful comments from the dragons above, Anlo, having endured to become a legendary undead, still maintained a subservient posture.

Face? He'd lost all sense of shame in life. Thus, he became a millennia-old undead, while most of his pirate peers transformed by Barbossa had long perished.

"Tell us Bertrayn's location?"

"That's difficult, I'm just a lowly first mate. How would I know such information?"

"Don't know? Then what use are you?"

"Wait!" As the ancient dragons seemed ready to attack, a skeleton in tattered armor, wielding a bone sword, appeared above the ironclad ghost ship.

"I may not know Bertrayn's location, but my captain, Barbossa, surely does. I can take you to him."

"Selling out his own captain?" Muria watched in astonishment as the crystalline, translucent undead spoke.

In the Pirates of the Caribbean, there were two humorous pirates and two in the British Royal Navy who later became pirates.

However, I've realized these four clowns seem nameless (at least I couldn't find their names).

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