Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1509 Breeding and Barbarians

Coraline flashed a subtle, scornful smile, pretending to remain detached.

Shameless... completely depraved...

Inside, though, fury boiled within her, as she inwardly damned Orion with all her might.

"Be my woman," Orion declared, his voice sinking into a deep growl. "Accept, and I'll claim this whole sea domain as a domain for our children."

Orion's casual smirk disappeared, giving way to a serious resolve. Earlier, his remarks were just playful jabs meant to irk her, not driven by real desire. Yet now, the idea had truly sparked to life.

Should clever talk lure a Demigod into his embrace to produce heirs, Orion would willingly hand over the lands stretching out ahead.

Regrettably, Coraline pierced his intentions and delivered a harsh dismissal.

"The Giant King possesses a fine wit," she responded icily. "The world stretches endlessly. Why confine ourselves? The feeble serve as fodder for the mighty, and rebirth from ruins forms life's eternal wheel. Past these seas lie endless new realms to seize."

Orion's lighthearted mask shattered entirely. His gaze fixed on Coraline. Her profound insight and keen perception ignited a fierce, murderous urge deep inside him.

The impulse to slay.

Allowing a cunning foe to slip away and scheme from the dark didn't suit Orion's ways. For a split second, ending her life crossed his mind. Yet it proved unfeasible.

"Lady Coraline, I'm dead serious," Orion stated evenly. "Your sharp mind makes you a treasure worth pursuing."

Unable to eliminate her, he'd seek to draw her into his sphere, tying her to his cause. No affection or passion colored the proposal—just pragmatic, icy ambition.

"Giant King, I appreciate your offer, but I must think it over."

This marked a gentle, courteous refusal.

Orion wasn't some besotted idiot. Noting the rejection, he let the topic die right away. He remained quiet, observing as Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor oversaw their people recovering vital fighters and supplies.

Did the Dreadfins erode his mind?

That notion passed through the mental bond linking the other two Demigods.

Exiling Coraline first, then proposing to her? What's brewing in that head of his?

His brazen nerve knew no bounds.

Revulsion filled Corren. Had he any hope of victory, he'd have unsheathed his blade the instant Orion insulted Coraline. He and Vaelor had devoted ten thousand years to winning her favor, only achieving mere companionship. Yet this savage aimed to leap to siring heirs in one exchange.

No honor guides him, Vaelor sent back, aligning fully with Corren's view.

Quiet, both of you, Coraline snapped via the link. A power like this surely commands techniques to spy on soul transmissions. Stay wary. Avoid stirring needless conflict.

Her eyes flicked skyward. The dread, undetectable Magic Mirror loomed overhead like an executioner's blade. Provoking Orion here meant not only forfeiting their Demigod forms but endangering the families they raced to save.

Suppressing their egos and departing in silence offered the sole wise choice.

Thus, beneath Orion's piercing stare, Coraline, Corren, and Vaelor guided their kin from the World of Eldoria, forsaking it entirely.

No Demigod battle erupted as Orion had foreseen. Mutual caution prevailed, with Coraline as the key to preserving the truce.

Titanion Realm, Blackstone City.

In the depths of a cave amid the eastern mountains, a sluggish, drawling voice resounded through the gloom.

"The unbeatable, stunning Lorelia has slumbered so long... I can't recall the year anymore."

"Hmm... known aromas. Master's scent... and Mistress's faint remnant. Has Master headed south?"

With the voice fading into the air, a boot-shod foot in scarlet leather emerged from the dark. A maiden with crimson eyes and tresses stepped from the tomb, ascending the steps toward the battlements.

It was Lorelia.

She bore no resemblance to her past form. Where the prior Lorelia resembled a budding teen, now she stood as a near-adult beauty. The spider-like features that once scarred her skin had fully faded in her transformation. She appeared wholly human at first sight.

"Hum hum... little girl craves meat... swinging naked toes... strolling woods and meadows... spies her cherished kid goat..."

"Sero-ro-ro... Sero-ro-ro... So ravenous... so delicious..."

Orion had taught her this lullaby of a child foraging mushrooms in the woods. Lorelia's version warped it into a savage hunt. While crooning of the goat, her lengthy tongue unfurled, slathering her lips with a slick, serpentine slurp.

She ascended the lighthouse—her cherished childhood snooze perch—granting sweeping sights over Blackstone City.

"Hmm, countless odd smells abound. Blackstone buzzes with activity," she pondered. "Yet my pals' fragrances linger. Everyone seems unchanged."

Lorelia breathed in deeply, relishing the city's fumes and vitality. Home's aroma, forever carved in her soul.

"Impressive work. You've excelled this round."

Orion appeared at her side, extending a hand to tousle her locks.

He messed her silky hair into a tangled nest, yet Lorelia welcomed it. She nuzzled his hand, pressing her head against it like a giant, loving feline, reveling in the touch. From her earliest days, Orion's hand had been her ultimate haven of warmth.

"Master, Lorelia's an Archlord at last. Reward time?"

A Broodmother of Archlord tier was far from ordinary.

Orion never anticipated her outpacing Soraya, wielder of Desert Authority, to claim Archlord status first. Such a Broodmother shifted from mere warrior to pivotal war machine.

"Greedy little eater, begging right after stirring."

Orion stroked her head once more, fixing the chaos. His hand then settled on her shoulder.

Upon Orion's skin, intricate, compact dragon scales shimmered forth. This famed safeguard of his, suited for Archlord elites, now shielded the prime Broodmother target.

"Dragonscale Leather Armor."

"Wow... Master, truly granting this to Lorelia?"

Dragonscale armor clung to Orion like a second hide; he'd rarely removed it since bonding.