Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1475 Spoils of War

The battle played out in the magic mirror under Maelric's watchful gaze. Undoubtedly strong, the foes had deployed merely three Archlords—a force the Holy Order could easily overwhelm.

"I suggest launching a joint crusade," Maelric declared, his words resounding through the chamber. "Stellaris, Twilight Vale, Sena, Silvermoon, Gulaba, and Agaman. Every one of the six dioceses needs to rally. We will sweep across the terrain."

His eyes turned icy as he inclined toward them.

"Wolves lurk in our fields. We show no mercy to wolves."

As the war council heated up in the Agaman Central Diocese and the clash at Dolame Square raged fiercely, silence had descended upon the profound depths of the Westreach Sea Trench.

The carnage had concluded.

Deep within the trench's hidden core, inside a palace sculpted from pristine glacial crystals, Orion, Leonidas, and Kraken lounged on thrones encircled by a collection of captured Sirens. They reveled in drinks, bursts of laughter, and the triumphs of victory.

At times, a brutal massacre proves the sharpest tool of negotiation.

Once the Ocean Hunters and aquatic dragon creatures had dyed the seas crimson with slaughter, the surviving Sirens—shattered by fear and defeat—had betrayed their commanders and yielded completely.

Orion alongside his siblings had no intention of squandering this boon. Beautiful without question, the Sirens offered perfect diversions for primal urges. Yet their true value lay in utility as workers. Replenishing the Westreach Sea Trench with Ocean Hunters and oceanic kin posed a massive organizational challenge. These Sirens would function as the breeders to raise the forthcoming horde of beasts.

"That move was the Eight-Point Dismemberment, right? Makareth truly stole the spotlight," Leonidas remarked lazily.

Orion reclined lazily across a throne forged from dragon bones, with a captivating Siren tucked beneath each arm. From one, he took a skinned grape, his touch dawdling on her hand while he bestowed a dashing, sly smile that caused the frightened being to flush.

"He absorbed damage right at the start," Kraken growled, his lips busy with a jug of wine. "His ego got dented, leading him to ignite a banned scroll purely to unleash frustration."

Similar to Leonidas, Kraken was attended by a Siren at either flank—one presenting wine, the other bearing meats. While he uttered his thoughts, the facial tendrils squirmed, seizing bites and sips with precision that startled the Sirens.

"Bro," Leonidas commented, eyeing the hologram suspended mid-room. "Your underling... his presence seems altered. He's casting off the drake traits."

With two Sirens at his sides as well, Orion inclined his head. The vibe inside the crystal hall resembled not a strategy den but rather an elite lounge in a shady upscale venue, where three freshly wealthy conquerors savored premium indulgences.

"Keen sight, my younger kin," Orion laughed. "After reaching Demigod rank, my domain transformed into a genuine haven. My essence affects my dragon kin. Kaedros is advancing."

Leonidas found the logic sound. Now he perceived it—Kaedros's draconic shape was stretching longer, his motions growing smoother, more arcane.

Even amid the festivities, their focus stayed locked on the Andor Diocese display. This formed the primary war zone. The trio of siblings occupied their physical forms in the trench, yet their ethereal forms drifted above the conflict, affording them prime viewing.

"Isabella's skills have advanced," Kraken observed, observing the armored valkyrie in a deadlock with the Templar. "Against a lesser Archlord, she struggles to keep up, yet she's managing."

"She's no pushover," Leonidas replied calmly, rotating his wine cup. "Arrogant. Easily provoked. Still, in crucial moments, she holds firm. She possesses true mettle."

Leonidas relied on Alexander's wisdom, much like he did Arthas's. Should Alexander decide to guide her, worth hid beneath the surface flaws.

"She's the sort who'd make marriage a disaster—a fierce wildcat," Leonidas expounded, taking on the demeanor of an expert in romance. "Yet she's also one with biting words and a tender core. For protecting your heritage during your realm-spanning conquests, she'd be ideal."

He elbowed Orion playfully. "On that note, Orion... when will you settle down with her properly?"

Pfft!

Wine erupted from Orion's mouth onto the surface, as he hacked and gaped at Kraken and Leonidas.

"When have I claimed I'd wed her?" Orion cleaned his lips. "She's the overbearing ruler sort. My home's already crowded. Our stars clash. We'd end up destroying one another."

Kraken merely grinned, his tendrils quivering with mirth. Silent he stayed, though his gaze conveyed clear skepticism.

The Champions Alliance all recognized the spark. The friction linking Orion and Isabella hung heavy, sliceable like dense fog. Hence Kraken and Makareth delighted in prodding publicly. Isabella feigned revulsion—as if death beat union with the colossus—but her true sentiments remained a mystery.

Orion held no illusions. He understood Alexander's ploy in assigning Isabella to his care amounted to pairing them.

Yet Orion feigned ignorance. Wives filled his life. Duties weighed heavy. Moreover, he and Isabella both bore the "Awakened" mark. Akin to rival tigers atop one peak, they bonded yet repelled territorially. Alliance suited them best, orbiting warily apart.

"Time for strategy," Orion stated, halting the romantic tangent.

"Six stone golems at Archlord tier in a single diocese," Orion pondered, his face hardening. "Should other dioceses mirror that arsenal... Bro, Kraken, our elite ranks fall short."

By elites at Archlord power, he referred. No mere game where adversaries lingered in spots awaiting challengers. The Holy Order would not remain passive. After assessing the alliance's might, they'd unleash a grand retaliation.

Dolame Square's fight served Orion's test of the Holy Order, mirroring Maelric's probe of them. Fools they were not.

"Plan shift," Orion resolved. "Squiddy, maintain control here. Continue amassing our troops in the trench."

His gaze shifted to Leonidas.

"To the surface you and I head. We must dominate the land with superior might before fretting over oceanic advances."

The initial scheme envisioned parallel assaults by land and sea. However, the Holy Order's reserves exceeded expectations. Mass-crafted Archlord golems implied several Demigods concealed in reserve.

"Should things worsen," Orion continued, a fierce spark in his stare, "I'll summon the trio of Scourge Wardens from the Abyssal World."