Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1506 Roots of Divinity

"Relax. I'm always packed."

Kraken acted without delay. He unfurled a teleportation scroll in a snap, vanishing amid a burst of mystical radiance as he warped back to the Westreach Trench in an instant.

It was only once Kraken had departed that Orion stood from the throne. Leonidas, aware his moment had come, swiftly occupied the seat, lowering his colossal build onto the stone.

"Alright, spill it," Leonidas grunted while reclining. "What's the plan, brother? How do we tackle a dimension teeming with monsters without waiting here forever?"

Genuine curiosity filled him. The Void represented a turbulent storm of untamed power; subduing it appeared utterly impossible.

"I'm going to nourish the World Tree," Orion declared calmly. "I will stretch its roots across the breach and suck the realm dry. I'll sap its Source completely."

Silence. Utter, oppressive silence.

Three full minutes ticked by before Leonidas erupted.

"Are you out of your damn mind?!"

He bolted upright, clutching the armrests tightly. "The Universal Laws will lash back! You're courting a reaction that might rip the World Tree's roots apart. That won't merely wound you; it cripples your whole Divine Kingdom."

The World Tree formed the backbone of any Divine Kingdom. Harming it amounted to self-destruction. Leonidas would never attempt it—mainly since he lacked the ability. He hadn't gained complete control over his World Dragon's inner realm yet. Orion stood apart, though. As the Creator, he embodied the Tree, forged from primal chaos.

"I wouldn't hazard it without protection," Orion responded, gesturing at the throne under Leonidas. "That seat serves as a spatial anchor. It secures the link. By threading the roots via that point, it conceals the trace. The Laws ignore what they cannot detect."

A massive gamble. Enormous danger, sky-high payoff. Success would propel his Divine Kingdom beyond mere expansion into rapid, horrifying evolution.

Yet a price loomed. The Void shadowed the World of Eldoria. Draining that shadow would weaken the real world. Eldoria's growth could halt. Over millennia, it might decay fully, becoming a desolate, mana-depleted Godforsaken Land.

"Can you really make that happen?" Leonidas muttered, slumping into contemplation.

Jealousy didn't stir him. Calculations did. Orion's triumph would validate the idea. After mastering his World Dragon, Leonidas could exploit like spatial points to feast his inner realm on other dimensions. Inherited memories supplied coordinates to matching realms.

"Brother... you better pull this off!" Leonidas leaped to his feet, his face cracking into a broad, savage grin as he enveloped Orion in a crushing bear hug. "Hah! You truly are my lucky charm!"

"Don't celebrate too soon," Orion replied, slapping his brother's vast back. "I'll pass on the method after I endure it. But first, time for cleanup. Those three Sea Demigods must be eliminated."

Titanion Realm, Northguard.

Since the Giant King Orion's statue rose in the central plaza, Northguard had undergone a total overhaul. The teleportation circle arrived first, followed by the trade highway linking straight to Stoneheart Horde lands.

That highway build was colossal, drawing on the Horde's standing legions and exhausting hordes of mercenaries. Nowadays, Northguard's top-paying gigs were escort jobs.

Northguard's minor nobles read the signs clearly. Hitching with escaping human realms wasn't viable, and with Theodore submitting to the Stoneheart Horde, adaptation was key. The wise ones realized safety lay not locally, but in Stoneheart City or Blackstone City, nestled safe in the Horde's grip.

"If you ask me, we ought to be escorting wealthy humans along the highway," Redfang muttered, raising his torch to illuminate the moist cave passage. "Safe cash. Simple cash. Plenty to soak in ale at the Silent Goblet."

A massive Giant named Redfang took point. His fresh mercenary crew scoured a bug hive beyond city bounds. The military had purged the primary swarm, leaving scraps for independents to finish.

"Escort work bores me, big fella," Bastien remarked from behind, the human. "Where's the excitement?"

Zhenlo, a Pandaren fighter, guarded Bastien's side. Those pair had charmed Redfang into Northguard, and honestly, profits soared. The team sported premium leather gear and blades with real bite.

"A bug remains a bug," Bastien shrugged. "Location doesn't change the kill."

"It does matter," a raspy tone called from behind. "Highway gets Horde patrols clearing paths every day. Risk's basically nil. This pit? It reeks of trouble."

Ludo, the Gnoll newcomer, spoke up. Redfang picked him up in Stoneheart City. His snout could sniff phantoms in gales, his instinct for peril nearly prophetic.

"Redfang, stay close formation," Ludo cautioned, ears flicking. "Hackles rising. Insectoids could lurk below. Smart ones."

"Easy, Ludo!" Redfang's guffaw echoed through the cave, easing the Gnoll a touch. "Any Insectoid pops up ugly, I'll break it clean over my knee!"

Redfang held Alpha Rank as a warrior. With the army's prior sweep, Legend Rank foes were impossible. Lesser threats fell to a Giant like a mobile battering ram.

"Zhenlo, Bastien, cover the sides," Ludo pressed, clenching his spear. "Keep the giant from encirclement."

The squad without a name pressed onward, array relaxed yet orderly, slashing mindless drones emerging from shadows.

Yet far within the cave's depths, along an overlooked branch path, a lone egg throbbed in darkness. The army's frantic clearance had overlooked it, leaving it forsaken.

Within the husk, awareness stirred.

Damn it... what went wrong?

Confusion and rage churned the mind in its enclosing liquid.

Why the delay in hatching? And this form... it's off.

Why aren't I an Insect King? Why in hell am I a fresh Broodmother?