Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 563

Chapter 563: Mighty being
Radiant Continent, where the flames descend and the battle blazes on.

This is a sight of combat that Orion has never laid eyes upon before!

Those fire-element mages, corrupted and mutated, unleash searing flames among the cave spiders, tearing the battlefield apart until everything in view seems like a scorching inferno.

Fireballs streak through the air, flames surge in storms, and in this white-hot confrontation, death and screams resound as though the world is unleashing its final burst of passion.

Magnificent magic, colossal destructive power—this is the brilliance of the Radiant Continent mages!

Yet this splendor, under the overwhelming numbers of cave spiders, is like sparks in the darkness: flaring brightly for a moment before being snuffed out.

“I can imagine that when this continent was at its peak, this must have been a cradle of magic, a sacred land in your hearts.”

Standing on the back of a giant cave spider, Orion looks out at the continuous eruptions of fire on the front lines and shares these thoughts with Gandalf.

This is a world of magic, and also a world in decay.

If this place were in its prime, even sending a million cave spiders wouldn’t guarantee Orion’s safe return.

“But that glory is in the past!”

“When this world is finally destroyed, perhaps no one will remember this stretch of history anymore.”

Mage Gandalf feels a surge of conflicting emotions. He longs to bury this sinful, filthy world quickly, yet at the same time, he’s still deeply attached to it.

—

“Gavriel’s death—does it mean Elowen has realized the danger?” Orion is now invading Archmage Elowen’s territory.

However, when Orion and his forces reached the area, there was no sign or trace of Elowen.

Along the way, they encountered numerous low to mid-tier wicked mages who attacked them, allowing Orion to witness all sorts of bizarre magic and summons.

“She definitely fled!”

“These wicked mages will abandon everything if their lives are in peril. Unless they have no way out, they’re not going to face you in a decisive battle.”

Wicked mages may not fear death, but no one wants to die in vain.

Avoiding a stronger opponent is the choice most people would make.

If there truly is no escape, that’s when they fight for their lives.

“Have you ever tried to fight back?”

For some reason, Orion suddenly asks Gandalf this question.

“Fight back against these wicked mages?”

“Of course we have, but we just don’t have the strength.”

Orion shakes his head, realizing Gandalf misunderstood.

“I mean, way back in the beginning.”

“Did you ever resist that mighty being who invaded the Radiant Continent?”

By “mighty being,” he refers to the evil being that siphoned away most of the world essence.

Hearing this, Gandalf falls silent.

“Lord Orion, do you think weak existences like us even have the power to resist?”

“Long ago, the mages stronger and more capable than I either left or tried to. Those who remained have either fallen into corruption or been killed.”

“If not for…”

Gandalf’s voice grows quieter and trails off entirely.

He’s not being dramatic; some truths are just too heavy to speak aloud.

“Let’s head straight for the central region.”

“Our sweeping advance won’t go unnoticed, so they’ve surely gotten word by now.”

“Let’s get there and take them all out in one go!”

Hunting each enemy one by one is safer but would drag things out.

Forcing these Legendary level adversaries to gather might create a bit more trouble—though only a minor inconvenience.

In Orion’s eyes, Legendary level mages are no more than slightly larger ants.

Orion is powerful enough to challenge an arch lord, and he wants to deal with the Radiant Continent in the most time-efficient manner possible.

He’s not inclined to waste too much time on them.

He has plans to return to Stoneheart City and join Aldous in settling another war.

Time is running tight.

“Lord Orion, won’t it be too dangerous for us to do this?”

Gandalf knows Orion is strong, but there are four Legendary level mages left on the enemy side. Even if Gandalf manages to hold off one, Orion will still have to face three.

From Gandalf’s perspective, that’s a losing battle.

“No matter. The sooner we finish them off, the sooner you can all be ushered into a new world, right?”

Gandalf watches Orion’s figure as he strides forward, feeling for a moment that Orion is almost awe-inspiring.

“All right.”

—

In the central region, after wicked mage Gavriel fell in battle, Corvinus, Alaric, Thornas, and Elowen received the news not long afterward.

They’ve been on high alert, maintaining contact with each other all this time.

Everyone in Radiant Continent knows that it’s a hopeless realm, and every inhabitant dreams of escaping it.

This includes the five Legendary level mages—Corvinus, Alaric, Thornas, Elowen, and the late Gavriel.

After their minds were corrupted, the strongest among them, Corvinus, offered sacrifices to a certain evil being in exchange for the chance to leave the Radiant Continent.

Whether this entity is an arch lord or a demigod, even Corvinus doesn’t know.

But he does know the condition for leaving: helping that evil being siphon what remains of the world essence.

That is also why Corvinus and the others have been gnawing away at the World Tree.

In the central region of the Radiant Continent stands an unimaginably tall mountain.

It’s more accurate to call it a magic tower rather than a mountain.

After most of the world essence was drawn away by that mighty being, the pioneers of Radiant Continent set up a powerful magical barrier around the World Tree to slow the world’s collapse and grant the survivors more time to escape.

However, Corvinus, Alaric, Thornas, and Elowen accepted a deal with a certain evil being, agreeing to extract the remaining world essence so they could leave this realm sooner.

“They’re already surging toward the central region!”

Outside the barrier near the World Tree, the four mages stand facing different directions, continually corroding the barrier’s power.

One of them, a mage whose form is hidden beneath a cloak, speaks in a low voice about Orion and his legion of cave spiders.

“Corvinus, just how much longer are we going to waste time?”

“If we delay any further, the enemy will be right at our doorstep!”

The other two grow restless, trying to dissolve the barrier’s magic while directing anxious glances at Corvinus.

Unlike the others, Corvinus isn’t wearing a mage’s cloak. He’s naked from the waist up, skin stretched tight over his bones.

He’s gaunt, with hair and beard dyed an eerie shade of gray-green.