Titan Dawn

The Northern Expedition War was in full swing, and the Night Empire was no less restless at home.

For no other reason than that His Majesty the Eternal Night God-Emperor was finally about to break out of his shell!

Warmly celebrate His Majesty Sarodar God-Emperor officially advancing from a fetus to a newborn baby! Toss flowers! Applaud!

Alright, more accurately, he had skipped straight from fetus to adult brother in one go.

In short, His Majesty the God-Emperor could no longer shamelessly go around claiming he was still a little baby, and the Night Elves could finally say with confidence that their supreme ruler was an adult.

"Shut up! Stop making noise! Go do whatever you need to do! I don't live off faith power, so even if all of you pray together, it'll be completely useless. I can break out of my shell and hatch because of my own tireless efforts, alright?!"

Having returned to his Titan's true form and prepared to begin the grand undertaking of breaking out of his shell, His Majesty the God-Emperor issued his latest decree to the elves.

The various elf brothers froze for a moment, then shrugged and obediently went back to whatever they had been doing.

Alright, if there was no need for prayers or some grand ceremony, then they could just disperse.

As for whether His Majesty the God-Emperor could successfully break out of his shell and hatch... well, not a single person in the Empire had ever worried about that.

A seasoned old rogue who had roamed the world for countless years, who would pluck feathers off a passing goose and snatch meat buns from a dog's mouth, who would even lick shit just to get a taste and take advantage of it—could someone like Boss Hu possibly screw up