Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 564

Chapter 564: Snake Pits
“What are you afraid of?

Even if that Giant from another world is a peak Legendary-level foe, there’s no need for us to cower. One of you can keep that old fool Gandalf occupied, while the remaining three of us surround and kill that Giant. Victory isn’t out of the question.”

Corvinus’s voice is sharp, sending a chill down anyone’s spine at first sound.

“Once we shatter the barrier and siphon the remaining world essence, we’ll gain that being’s guidance.”

“We’re all already corrupt, our power source is the same as theirs, so when the time comes, we’ll usher in a new beginning.”

“A vibrant world—tell me you don’t crave that?”

Speaking of the future, Corvinus narrows his eyes, which glow with a wicked green light.

“Besides, isn’t the reason you all came here to lure that otherworldly powerhouse my way?”

“Relax. In the end, we’ll sacrifice those worthless stragglers that follow along, and summon that being’s avatar.”

“Then that Giant from another realm will undoubtedly die.”

“Kehehe…”

Corvinus’s voice grows louder and more maniacal, as though he can already see a future that pleases him immensely. The other three let out their own eerie chuckles in response.

…

Titanion Realm, Lysinthia City.

Battle erupts once more; this time, the attacking Merfolk come in even greater numbers. The Alpha-level warriors hidden among them have increased from three to seven.

However, Lysinthia City still has its arrow tower as a stronghold, plus defenders Lysinthia, Twilight Viper, Rockwell, Clawpincher, and thunderhawk. For now, the Sea Race’s relentless waves cannot break through.

“These Sea Race forces are endless. Their Merfolk warriors seem to multiply no matter how many we kill. Just how many armies do they have left?”

Rockwell stands beside Lysinthia. He’s been through countless bloody wars, yet the continual surge of enemies undermines even his confidence.

Each time the Sea Race returns, they bring more Merfolk warriors and additional Alpha-level fighters.

Once or twice is manageable, but every attack is like that. It’s impossible for Lysinthia City’s forces to hold out forever.

“Don’t panic—the prophet has sent reinforcements again. They’re already on their way.”

Lysinthia’s voice is cold as she gazes at Mist Bay with a furrowed brow.

Among those present, she knows the Sea Race best. The oceans belong to them; the northern seas are under the Tidefang Clan’s dominion. Put plainly, the Sea Race attacking Lysinthia City now may not even qualify as a true vanguard.

There’s a strong chance the Sea Race lord who rules this stretch of sea has no idea a war has broken out in Mist Bay.

It’s possible the conflict at Lysinthia City is nothing more than a personal campaign launched by the local Merfolk leader.

Lysinthia suspects this, and indeed, it reflects the reality.

“Reinforcements? Did the prophet send Lorelia and her little spiders?”

Rockwell, having guarded Blackstone City for so long, knows its military structure well. Ever since Stoneheart Horde expanded its territory, its armies have scattered to defend various regions. Blackstone City in the north is no longer well-stocked with troops, leaving only a few forces available to deploy.

“No, the troops are coming from the northern Snake Pits. They’re already on the move!”

Lysinthia glances north, anticipation visible in her eyes.

After all, controlling snakes is her specialty. Once the snake armies arrive, she won’t even need to take action herself; the Gorgon behind her can do plenty of damage.

“The northern Snake Pits? So it’s that same snake legion from back then?”

Rockwell’s faint surprise reveals he’s already guessed their origins. Blackstone City was invaded by a swarm of snakes once before, leaving him with a strong impression.

“There’s also an Alpha-level fighter named Gurnar coming along.” (For clarity: the serpentfolk assassin Orion killed before was Ridi, while this newcomer is fiend serpent Gurnar, noted for his cunning and discernment.)

As for how many reinforcements fiend serpent Gurnar will bring, even Lysinthia can’t say for certain.

“To be honest, I’ve never visited the Abyssal Chasm up north! And there’s also the northern ice plains—that’s part of our Horde territory too!”

Rockwell heaves a sigh, astonished at how vast the Stoneheart Horde has grown without his noticing. There are swaths of land he’s never even set foot in.

Though he speaks with wonder, his tone resonates with unmistakable pride. Both Lysinthia and Clawpincher can clearly hear it.

“Get ready—the Sea Race is going to launch another assault!”

At Lysinthia’s warning, she raises her sword in command. Rockwell tightens his grip on the stone axe in his hand, eyes sharpening in a flash.

“Come on, then. Let me cut down another Alpha-level Merfolk and rack up more merits.”

…

Radiant Continent, where beasts swell in waves.

Having seen so many dense fungal creatures in the past, Orion no longer feels any awe at the sight of a million cave spiders sweeping across the land.

Instead, Lorelia—hidden amidst the spider legion, orchestrating the battle—seems overjoyed.

In that unstoppable tide, she reaps lives like a Reaper.

It’s a thrill she’s never experienced until now.

“Hehehe… So this is how exhilarating it feels to lead my children on a campaign across the land! From now on, I’ve got to follow my master and invade every unruly foreign world we come across!”

Admittedly, she’s gotten carried away after this effortless first victory. Orion, however, welcomes it. From a certain angle, Lorelia is developing her own combat confidence and style.

Commanding the army in person and triumphing stirs pride in her. It sparks delight in battle and a craving for plunder.

That’s why at this very moment, she steps forward to present Orion with a Bagbird pouch, wearing a look as if to say, “Master, look at all these treasures—praise me, please!”

Orion can see the unprecedented joy on her face.

“Master, these are the spoils of war for you, from Lorelia!”

Truth be told, Lorelia understands she’s only reached this point because the Stoneheart Horde has constantly nurtured and supported her.

A huge portion of the Horde’s early resources was invested in her.

Now she’s discovered she can hunt on her own—she can give something back. That genuine sense of fulfillment is impossible to hide.

“Well done.”

Orion takes the Bagbird pouch, smiling slightly as he praises her.