Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Thunderwood Forest, Half-Moon Island

Seven days had passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the wooden hut, Violet slid off Orion's cock, her thighs trembling and her body drenched in sweat. Her slick, wet folds dripped with thick semen, which trickled down her legs.

Exhausted from her climax, Violet collapsed onto the animal hide beneath her, too drained to even wipe herself clean, and quickly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Orion turned his attention to the survivor's chest dropped by Beast Raxt. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he opened it.

[Flame of Will]

- Type: Weapon (Trident)

- Quality: Legendary

- Attack: 588–1699

- Special Effect 1: Ignite – Enemies struck by this weapon have a 50% chance of being set ablaze.

- Special Effect 2: Shatter Ice – Grants the wielder an ice armor layer that can be shattered at will, unleashing an omnidirectional attack with the fragments.

- Weapon Description: A weapon ignited by sheer willpower. It is truly unique.

This was Orion's first time encountering a Legendary-level weapon. Even on the Survivor's Platform, such items were exceedingly rare. It was an incredible find.

"The enemies I face are getting stronger. It's time to upgrade my weapons. The Bloodthirsty Trident and Bone War Trident just can't keep up anymore."

Orion carefully stored the [Flame of Will], his mind deep in thought.

It was clear that Beast Raxt wouldn't have dropped a Legendary-level weapon on its own. The only explanation was that the golden light from the will projection had played a role.

The mystery of Legendary-level power filled Orion with longing once again.

"Legendary-level… I'll reach it one day!"

---

The next morning, Orion stepped out of the wooden hut and found Delilah waiting for him outside. She had been there for quite some time.

Delilah's aura had grown significantly stronger, comparable to Prophet Onyx before he advanced to Alpha-level.

In other words, Delilah had failed her advancement attempt.

Even so, the failed attempt had brought her some benefits. Her strength had risen to a unique level, though her face was marked with obvious disappointment, her mood heavy with dejection.

Orion walked over, scooped Delilah into his arms, and carried her back into the hut.

Usually, it was Delilah who seduced Orion. But this time, to comfort her, Orion took the initiative. He stripped off her panties and thrust his thick cock into her wet vagina without hesitation.

Three hours later, Orion held Delilah close and whispered, "Trust me. If it didn't work this time, there will be a next time."

For once, Delilah didn't try to seduce him. Instead, she buried her face in his chest and let out a soft, gentle hum of acknowledgment.

The failure to advance despite using precious Alpha-level resources had left her not just disappointed but questioning her own talent.

However, Orion's promise to provide her with more Alpha-level resources in the future gave her some comfort, easing her anxiety.

Beneath the animal hide, Garland Tribe's saintess Violet pretended to sleep, having witnessed the entire act between Orion and Delilah. Her heart ached.

"I knew it! They're definitely having an affair!"

"That bitch from the succubus tribe dared to seduce my man!"

Though Violet was technically a slave, she had already come to see Orion as her personal property.

---

Half a day later, everyone gathered in the temporary command center—a wooden hut.

"Slagor, I'm almost ready. I plan to head south tomorrow. Is everything on your end in order?"

Slagor nodded. His captured slaves had been dealt with days ago.

"Then it's settled."

"Alright. I'll issue the orders now. We march south tomorrow."

Moments later, the orders were passed down. Both Orion's and Slagor's forces began packing their belongings and preparing for the journey.

"Slagor, now's the time to tell us about Stormrage City," Rendall said eagerly. From the rumors he'd gathered, Stormrage City was a fortress of unparalleled strength.

Slagor fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"In all the myriad races invasion battles I've experienced, Stormrage City is the most savage and powerful stronghold I've ever seen."

"The city is home to the Thunderstorm Bearmen tribe, with a population of at least 100,000."

Slagor's eyes grew distant, as if lost in memory.

"Stormrage City's strength comes from two key factors."

"First, every Thunderstorm Bearman, except for the children, is a bloodline warrior. When war breaks out, they all take up arms."

"Second, the tribe has produced three Alpha-level powerhouses: Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock."

"These three are triplet brothers. Their coordination is flawless, and they excel at group combat and ambush tactics."

As he spoke, a flicker of fear and unease crossed Slagor's face.

Orion, Onyx, and Rendall exchanged glances, each seeing the same doubt and apprehension in the others' eyes.

"I've seen Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock in battle. They're not just strong and durable—they're terrifyingly resilient."

"They… they can even transform into massive Thundering Violent Bears, wreaking havoc across the battlefield."

Slagor let out a long breath, as if recounting these details had drained him.

"Slagor, are you afraid?" Rendall asked, his tone sharp. "We have four Alpha-level powerhouses and an Abyssal dragon. With a lineup like that, what's there to fear?"

Rendall despised cowardice, and his disdain was evident.

Prophet Onyx remained silent. He had seen Thundering Violent Bears before—towering creatures standing 25 feet tall, brimming with raw power and violence.

Orion studied Slagor, surprised to see the usually cunning chieftain showing such fear.

"Stormrage City's Thundering Violent Bears, huh?" Orion said coldly. "Let's see just how violent they are."

"Are they more violent than us?"

His tone was icy, his gaze sharp, and his words carried a chilling edge.

Slagor glanced at Orion, then thought of the Abyssal dragon under his command. Slowly, the fear in his heart began to fade.

Feeling embarrassed, Slagor realized how shameful it was for a chieftain to show fear before a battle.

---

The next day, Orion and Slagor led their cannon fodder troops southward.

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Thunderwood Forest, Thunderpeak Mountain

The plain stretched out beneath the mountain, empty of soldiers. Both armies were still far apart, separated by a vast distance.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave rippled through the air, spreading far and wide.

Lord Gareth and Lord Ariel clashed in a single, devastating blow, neither gaining the upper hand.

"Gareth, turn back. I won't let you pass!"

Ariel hovered in midair, her wings slowly flapping as she stared at Gareth, who stood atop the Abyssal dragon's back. Her tone was firm, her intent clear—she wanted Gareth to retreat.

Lord Gareth, however, was determined to push southward to seize resources. The shortest route required passing through Ariel's territory.

But Ariel, as a fellow lord, had designated the southern part of her territory as her personal hunting grounds.

There was no way she would allow Gareth to encroach on it.

"Ariel, clear a path south, and we'll leave each other alone," Gareth said, her voice deep and commanding, almost masculine in tone.

"Gareth, give it up. That's never going to happen!"

Ariel chuckled softly, once again rejecting Gareth's demand.

Gareth raised her head, her gaze cold and indifferent as she stared at Ariel. Her voice was calm but carried a sharp edge.

"In that case, let's settle this with a fight."

In the next moment, Gareth's aura surged, her entire body enveloped in a shroud of black Abyssal energy. The same energy also engulfed the Abyssal dragon beneath her feet.

In the blink of an eye, the Abyssal energy dissipated, and the Abyssal dragon vanished. In its place, a pair of fleshy wings unfurled from Gareth's back.

"Did you really think I had no way to deal with you?"

With a powerful flap of her wings, Gareth took to the skies.

Ariel watched as Gareth approached, her brows furrowing slightly, as though deep in thought. Yet, her expression betrayed little concern.

Boom!

Ariel transformed into a streak of lightning, cutting across the sky as she charged toward Gareth with devastating force.

Meanwhile, Gareth's body radiated Abyssal energy, and behind her, the faint silhouette of a massive dragon loomed, blotting out the sun.

In an instant, the sky was filled with crackling thunder and oppressive Abyssal energy. The clouds roared with deafening booms, and faint runes flickered within the mist. A dragon's roar echoed amidst the lightning.

It was a prolonged battle, with no clear victor.

Three days later, the thunder dissipated, the Abyssal energy receded, and Thunderpeak Mountain remained unchanged.

Lord Gareth had retreated.

Once again, the Myriad Races Invasion ended with Lord Gareth's defeat.

---

Meanwhile, Orion and Slagor had driven their cannon fodder troops to completely surround Stormrage City.

"Thunderwing, did you withhold information about the enemy?"

Greenstorm, the chieftain of the Thunderstorm Bearmen, glared at the tens of thousands of bloodline warriors encircling Stormrage City. His expression was as dark as a storm cloud.

"This… this… Greenstorm, I didn't know they had so many bloodline warriors!"

Thunderwing's face was also grim, but as a harpy, she could fly. No matter how many ground troops there were, they couldn't touch her.

However, the way Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock—the three Thunderstorm Bearmen brothers—were looking at her made her feel deeply uncomfortable.

To be fair, Orion's decision to bring Slagor along to attack Stormrage City was a brilliant move.

Orion's cannon fodder troops had started with just over 10,000 gnolls. After conquering Thunderhawk City, their numbers swelled to 30,000, bolstered by satyrs and minotaurs from the city.

Later, after assisting Slagor in taking Half-Moon Island, nearly 40,000 geckos were added to the ranks.

In total, Orion's cannon fodder troops had grown to nearly 100,000. Combined with Slagor's forces, they now had close to 150,000 bloodline warriors surrounding Stormrage City.

This was one of the reasons for Greenstorm's foul mood.

Of course, Orion's cannon fodder troops weren't as terrifying as they seemed.

The army included the old, the weak, and the sick, as well as many poorly equipped bloodline warriors.

Such troops couldn't afford to lose morale or suffer a defeat—if they did, the entire army would collapse like a house of cards.

---

"They have four Alpha-level powerhouses!"

Standing before the battle lines, Orion gazed at Stormrage City, sensing the presence of four Alpha-level auras.

"One of them is a harpy, also an Alpha-level powerhouse!"

As Slagor, Prophet Onyx, Rendall, and the others exchanged confused looks, wondering where this additional Alpha-level fighter had come from, Orion explained.

"Don't look at me like that. This harpy's aura feels similar to Ariel's will projection."

Hearing this, the group finally understood.

"What do we do now?"

It was Slagor who asked, his tone betraying a hint of hesitation. He was clearly considering retreat.

The original plan had been to focus on Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock. But with the addition of a flying harpy, the situation had become far more complicated.

In this group, no one but Orion was willing to face the harpy.

Orion scanned the silent crowd, then spoke up, laying out a new plan.

"I'll handle the harpy. I'll keep her occupied."

"If she dares to join the battle, I'll kill her."

Orion's declaration visibly eased the tension in Slagor's posture.

Just moments ago, Slagor had been convinced that Orion would send him to face the harpy—a move that would have been a death sentence.

Slagor had thought Orion might be using him as a pawn, letting the harpy kill him while eliminating a potential rival.

But Orion's willingness to take on the harpy himself showed genuine trust and camaraderie.

"Slagor, this is a battlefield. We're allies," Orion said, his gaze cold and sharp.

"If I catch even a hint of cowardice from you, I'll abandon the harpy and kill you myself."

Slagor said nothing, nor did he argue.

Orion's decision not to use him as a sacrificial pawn was already a sign of goodwill.

"You three will face Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock. It won't be easy, so I'll send the Abyssal dragon to support you."

"Rendall, Slagor, your job is to hold off the other two Thunderstorm Bears."

"Hold them long enough for Prophet Onyx and the Abyssal dragon to take one of them down."

"If we can do that, we'll have won half the battle."

The group nodded, agreeing with Orion's plan.

With five Alpha-level powerhouses against four, they were confident in their chances.

"Then we attack at nightfall."

"When the time comes, the three of you will lead the charge, drawing Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock off the walls. That will give the cannon fodder troops a chance to storm the city."

Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor all nodded, accepting their roles.

Orion said nothing more, his gaze fixed on Stormrage City.

Once the others had left to prepare, Orion turned to Delilah.

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"If we take the city, you know what to do, right?"

Delilah gave a seductive smile, her voice dripping with allure as she looked toward Stormrage City.

"Don't worry, my dear chieftain. I'll turn Stormrage City inside out and take every last valuable they have."

Orion nodded. With the battle looming, he wouldn't have the time or energy to search for special resources himself.

"Your strength has improved, but be cautious," he added, his tone softening as he reminded her to prioritize her safety.