The Epic Dragon Titan

"It won't take long for you to repay? Such returns, have you gained control over a world?" Ilvest's tone was affirmative, though it sounded like a question.

Upon hearing the words of this Seraphim descendant, the Silver Dragon Queen, Elf Shashilon, looked at Muria with her dragon eyes shining. The resources he controlled were beyond imagination—a complete world!

"More or less." Muria touched his nose, unwilling to reveal to his brother-in-law, who held no good will towards him, the actual extent of his resources. Not to mention the group of silver dragons nearby, whose eyes had already started to gleam.

"Your Highness, how should we deal with the surrendering Frost Giants?" As Muria chatted with the Seraphim siblings and the dragons, the Frost Giant leader, Frost Fang, approached Muria under immense pressure. He bowed respectfully, one hand on his shoulder, and asked humbly.

"Handle the prisoners as usual."

"But..."

"That's it. I'm not here for slaughter," Muria waved his hand. Killing was merely a means to an end; he disliked killing for the sake of killing.

Against formidable enemies, Muria's preferred method was to defeat them, strip them of their combat abilities, and then seal them as living energy sources. This way, their value was fully extracted, providing energy for the enemy until death—a dual blow to both spirit and body.

"Understood!"

"You are indeed merciful! But they're just some Frost Giants. Killing them all would be fine," Ilvest said coldly. In this world, there was no such thing as equality for all beings.

Muria guessed that his brother-in-law viewed Frost Giants as humans viewed kobolds and goblins—expendable and unworthy of concern.

"Pointless slaughter." Muria shook his head. "I'd rather spend some time and trivial resources to tame them and have them serve me. Moreover, I'll make their descendants willingly fight for me."

"You are indeed..." Ilvest shook his head. "I take back my words. You are more ruthless than I imagined. Your seemingly gentle methods actually exploit them completely."

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"See this? Do you know what I'm wearing?" An armored Frost Giant boasted in front of a group of kneeling, surrendered wild Frost Giants, patting his heavy armor with a clank.

"Metal armor," the kneeling Frost Giants eyed their similarly sized kin with defiance. In their eyes, this fellow was no different from them, but with armor, he could easily defeat five of them alone.

Without this fine equipment, they would have won the war. Ten thousand against three thousand, no formation could change the outcome. They had a decisive advantage in high-level warriors.

"Why do you still resist?" Seeing the defiant gaze, the armored giant kicked him hard. Because of these rebels, several of his friends had died in the war, and others were left disabled.

The kick sent the kneeling Frost Giant sprawling. As he was about to retaliate, a floating battleship silently pointed its cannon at him.

"What? Still want to resist?"

"You want to exterminate our tribe under that Titan's leadership, of course we'll resist." A wild Frost Giant growled with humiliation and anger.

"Exterminate? Who told you that? That's nonsense. His Highness is too merciful to do such a thing."

"Our chieftain and priests told us. Isn't it true?" A Frost Giant sensed something was wrong.

"Those guys deserve to die," a few armored Frost Giants roared angrily.

Indeed, Muria's side had won a glorious victory, but the Frost Giant army paid a heavy price: over three thousand dead, nearly ten thousand severely injured, with countless minor injuries.

"We never intended to annihilate you. His Highness only wants to conquer you and make you obey his orders," a taller blue-skinned giant explained, pointing to his armor. "Look at us. We used to be just like you—wild, crude, and clueless. But now, by following His Highness, we live better, never hungry, and our children receive better education and surpass us..."

With some guidance, the armored Frost Giants described their previous lives and their current better conditions to the surrendered ones.

Hearing these descriptions, the wild Frost Giants exchanged glances, realizing they had been deceived by their leaders, priests, and gods.

Frost Giant tribes were not isolated; they traded and sometimes allied against humans. Many knew each other.

As they said, the armored Frost Giants' previous lives were well-known, and now, following the Titan, they lived well. If true, who would resist?

No one rejects a better life, sturdier armor, sharper weapons, and more capable offspring.

"Can we really live like you?" A tempted Frost Giant asked. "Even after killing so many of you?"

"His Highness has ordered; you won't be in danger." A sixty-meter-tall Frost Giant walked over, surrounded by visible cold air. Such height represented absolute strength, making even elite Frost Giants bow. This was a legendary Frost Giant, deserving utmost respect.

"But wanting to live like us now is impossible. You must pay for your crimes."

"What price?" A curious Frost Giant asked. As long as they could live, anything was fine. Giants living in the wilderness had such awareness.

"Those who participated in this war will face labor penalties according to their crimes. But your wives and children are innocent; they can live like us."

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