Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1453 Forging the Future

Moments after, the rift burst open.

Swarms of Ocean Hunters, water-based Hydra creatures, and Sea-Drake riders poured out like a relentless wave of fangs and armored hides.

Orion's strategy was straightforward: release the swarm. He intended for this force to overrun the Westreach Trench, pursuing every Siren concealed in the nooks. Yet their real role was as sentinels in danger—expendable troops dispatched first to activate any deadly snares the Sirens had concealed in their domain.

At this point, Orion and his allies simply needed to await the outcome.

Taking advantage of the pause in battle, Orion allowed his mind to wander, delving into the ethereal realm of the Survivor's Platform to organize his troops.

Hulk: "The Rite of Fatebound Offering formations will trigger as planned in three days. Is everyone set?"

Orion relayed the query to his inner group.

Aerin: "Godfather, supplies and cannon fodder for the expedition are all stored and prepared. Wishing all a triumphant beginning!"

Aerin, the Wood Elf, wasn't participating in the assault team. The Forest of Nature had barely achieved stability, and the Elven numbers remained dangerously sparse. Moreover, Wood Elves were inherently peace-loving; their zeal for offensive warfare was nil. They were a people who would seek dialogue even as foes torched their entryways.

The Demonic Disaster had toughened them a bit, yet essence remained essence. Just a minor portion of the Elves had cultivated a craving for violence. Orion refrained from pressing the matter. Provided Aerin handled the provisions and maintained the resource pathways, she fulfilled her duty.

Tangere: "Everything's primed. Set to drop whenever needed."

Tangere replied right after Aerin. Ambition for conquest and land growth fueled him intensely; he'd been quietly gearing up for months.

Caesar: "Boss, Caesar's all set too!"

With Sword King City's growth, Caesar's assets and might had expanded greatly. Since reaching Lord status, his assurance had strengthened.

I must contribute more this round, Caesar mused inwardly. I have to carry my share.

He felt profound thanks for Orion's support, the help from Aerin and Tangere in the Silverwood Realm, and the life-swap items Scarecrow had bartered to him. He was in debt to them all.

Scarecrow: "Boss, I'm prepared to proceed."

Noting all had reported in, Orion pressed on.

Hulk: "You'll arrive in the heart of the Andor Diocese. Upon landing, the Crawler Legion and Undead Legion will have advanced beyond your entry area."

Hulk: "Unite your units. Tangere assumes primary control. Trail the pair of primary legions and aid in clearing the whole Andor Diocese."

Of Tangere, Caesar, and Scarecrow, Tangere possessed the power and disposition ideal for commanding. Orion included these underlings to build skills and harvest rewards, not for pointless loss. For them, protection came first.

Hulk: "The land of Santdagon yields a unique ore known as Sunstone. Extracting it offers potential discovery of a superior derivative: Void Sand."

Hulk: "Sunstones can be crafted into gear offering protection and cleansing against malevolence—valuable for your soldiers. Void Sand, though, is something I seek myself. Should you uncover any, deliver it to me. I'll compensate you."

Void Sand served as an essential element in crafting Relic Sets. Orion had gathered it over time. At his present stage, standard Relics held no appeal, particularly following his acquisition of the Mirror of Theras fragment.

His overarching scheme involved assembling the required components for a complete Relic Set, then evolving it into a unique Semi-Divine Artifact. The endeavor would devour vast quantities of scarce resources, but as a Demigod, Orion enjoyed endless opportunity to amass them.

Caesar: "No concerns! I'll secure that Void Sand for you!"

Tangere: "I'll watch for any leads on it."

Scarecrow: "Boss, I'll give it my all."

With affairs resolved among his followers, Orion dispatched a confidential note to Isabella.

Hulk: "Prepared for the drop?"

Isabella's response arrived swiftly, her words edged with bite.

Isabella: "Your Eminence, Lord Hulk. This lowly Isabella has purified herself and stands ready to grace your bed instantly. Do you desire my attendance presently?"

Was this pretense?

Clearly not.

Orion's prior quip about her as "his woman" still stung, and the sly vixen taunted him through mock deference. Both held exalted positions—a Queen and a Demigod. There lay a twisted excitement in casting such authority into chains of subjugation and shame.

Hulk: "Don't suppose I have leisure now. Else, I'd fill you with eight or ten offspring and confine you to bed for the coming ten years."

Maybe due to their closeness, or a abrupt rush of dark wit, Orion sank his decorum to unprecedented lows.

Isabella: "Shameless! Coarse! Ancient pervert! Siring beast!"

Isabella at last broke, unleashing a barrage of rebukes.

Eight or ten offspring? Immobile in bed for ten years?

What sort of horrifying vision was that?

Oh... dreadful...

Oddly, Isabella couldn't help picturing Orion's warning. She envisioned her form bloated with child, encircled by a tumultuous ring of wailing, tearful, mucus-smeared, waste-dirtying babies.

The very idea of a chamber stinking of milk and waste sparked a savage impulse to shred an opponent.

Isabella: "Curse you, Hulk!"

Isabella: "You loathsome titan!"

Isabella: "Witless Demigod, ruled by your loins... I'll never carry your spawn!"

Between her oaths, they confirmed the timing and location for her descent.

As Orion prepared to leave the Survivor's Platform, a note from Demon Makareth appeared.

Makareth: "Orion, count me in."

Makareth: "Hand me all the foes. Under Demigod tier, none can touch me!"

From the phrasing alone, Orion discerned Makareth had ascended to Archlord rank. And, like countless who gain abrupt might, his self-importance had swelled. It was the typical "fresh power swagger."

In time, Makareth would clash with a battle-hardened Archlord and suffer a thorough thrashing, curbing that pride. But currently...

Hulk: "Head to the Emerald Dream Realm. A portal awaits there. Pass through alongside the Undead Legion."

Orion kept it brief. If Makareth brimmed with ferocity, he suited the frontline perfectly.

A Demon plunging to spearhead the assault, enshrouding Santdagon in utter gloom?

Orion envisioned Makareth at the invasion's helm. Indeed, he mused. That strikes the perfect tone.