Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1417 God-Devourer

"The Wormhole Realm..." Orion whispered, his eyelids lifting gradually. "This must be the invaders' creation."

Zerin's consciousness had been completely absorbed by him. The fragments of the beast's background now made sense to Orion.

As a God-Devourer, Zerin belonged to a fearsome branch of the Void Insectoids. This group served as the frontline warriors set to assault the Titanion Realm. Yet, all details about their origin planet had been erased from Zerin's thoughts—a protective measure embedded from the start.

"Wary fools," Orion grumbled. "Not even a hint left behind."

Buried in the depths of Zerin's mind, Orion discovered intricate soul-sealing barriers meant to dominate the monster. Luckily, his godly strength broke them apart with ease. Now, Zerin the God-Devourer acted as Orion's puppet.

Regrettably, Zerin ranked as a King-caste among insectoids, not a Broodmother. Thus, the puppet's journey would emphasize individual battle prowess and domination of rival hives, instead of endless breeding.

"Master! Have you cooked that tiny pest?"

A clattering noise interrupted Orion's reflections. Lorelia came back, followed by a cluster of freshly emerged spiderlings, each the size of a basketball.

"No scent of barbecue here," Lorelia remarked, dramatically inhaling the atmosphere. "You turned him into dust?"

Her gaze locked onto the red cocoon clutched in Orion's grip, revealing clear craving.

"Zerin's mind is destroyed. His form serves as my vessel now."

"God-Devourer?" Lorelia cocked her head to one side.

"Correct. A kind that, once fully grown, navigates the Void to prey on gods for food."

"Prey on gods?" Lorelia's eyes widened in shock. "Incredible... Master, are they truly so powerful?"

"On paper," Orion conceded. "I'm basing it on scraps from its recollections."

The idea of a God-Devourer devouring an actual deity seemed more like a drive than a certainty—perhaps just instinctual ambition. From Orion's insights, full growth for these beings meant hitting Archlord level. No Archlord could swallow a god whole.

Still, reaching maturity didn't cap their development. Further advancement awaited them.

Environmental factors imposed the real constraints. The foe-planted Wormhole Realm offered ample room and supplies to elevate a God-Devourer to Archlord status, but probably not beyond. It functioned as a breeding ground for churning out elite leaders, not divine slayers.

"Claim this domain as your own," Orion instructed. "Harness its riches. Grow the Cave Spider lineage."

Approaching the rim of the main nutrient pool, he carefully placed the scarlet cocoon into the viscous fluid.

"As for you, Lorelia? Rise to Archlord. Without delay."

The takeover had harmed the young body. Immersed in the nourishing liquids, it would mend the shell and speed up maturation.

"Master, is your vessel remaining to spend time with Lorelia?"

Lorelia proved quick-witted. She picked up on his plans right away, her features brightening with delight.

"Concentrate on transforming. That comes first."

Orion made a final sweep of the mini-realm, dismantling any remaining snares or dangerous seals that could endanger the Stoneheart Horde. Left behind stood a spotless stronghold—a vast stockpile of essentials handed over to Lorelia.

With a final look over his shoulder, he saw Lorelia directing her spiderlings in a wild frenzy across the bizarre, foreign terrain. Shaking his head, Orion passed through the space rift and disappeared.

Horde Hall, Master Bedroom.

Upon his arrival, Seraphina remained lost in sleep.

He slipped under the covers again, drawing her cozy, yielding body close. She moved slightly, her lashes trembling before her eyes parted slowly.

"I uncovered a discovery," Orion murmured softly, his tone serious. "Issue commands to your sea brethren for a thorough search of your domain. Focus on the deepest areas."

Alertness chased away the sleep from Seraphina's gaze in an instant. She adjusted herself, nestling securely against his torso.

"Let me venture a guess. Involves those bugs and the alternate realm?"

Orion gave a nod, his fingers gliding through her locks.

What a sensory wonder it was. Each hair shone transparent like glass, unseen alone. But bundled, they flowed like a torrent of rich blue cascades.

"Have the invaders struck?"

Seraphina savored the caress—her tresses felt keenly, a merfolk royal feature she seldom mentioned—but her thoughts sharpened rapidly. In the depths of her ocean-hued eyes, a chill blaze sparked to life.

"Indeed, they have."

The blaze in Seraphina's eyes faded, giving way to a sovereign's frosty assessment. She distinguished intimate chatter from strategic briefing.

Orion shared the full account: Lorelia's unearthing of the Wormhole Realm, Zerin's breach, and the essence of the God-Devouring Larva.

Seraphina absorbed it quietly, her forehead creasing more with each revelation.

"The foes grasp the guidelines," she said softly, viewing it on a grand scale. "They recognize the Titanion Realm's planar rules are evolving, just sufficiently for lowly creatures to climb. Local insects lack the means to claim top spots independently."

"Thus, they planted these Wormholes—secluded spaces built to rapidly boost their troops."

"Seeking to shatter our defense lines prior to the primary assault?"

As a Demigod, one mere larva held no weight for her. She eyed the strategy, beyond mere pawns.

"Or eager to arrive early?"

She raised the thought, then rejected it with a head shake. "Impossible for hasty entry. We Demigods sync with this realm's weave. Any forced entry now would send ripples we'd sense immediately."

"I concur," Orion replied. "This isn't the full assault. More like reshaping the terrain. They're establishing outpost bases."

"Plus, it serves as a test," he continued. "The Wormhole probes our responses and collects data."

Sending a pocket realm implied they possessed methods to relay information homeward.

"Orion," Seraphina uttered, rising upright. The bedding slipped off her, yet she paid no mind to her bare state, her look somber. "Should these Wormhole Realms match your description—utterly concealed, no aura escape, undetectable by routine methods..."

"We face a grave issue."

Her stare met his, a flash of real dread appearing.

"Should these lurk in the Abyssal Trenches... should the bugs multiply in those shadows, numbering in the millions... we stay blind until the onslaught."