Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1516 The World’s Scream

Tangere's instincts cut like a razor's edge.

Catastrophes ravaging the World of Eldoria acted as the planet's frantic cry for aid. Unconsciously, the world rallied its defenses, harnessing elemental forces in a wild bid to eradicate the invading alien at its heart.

Out at sea, the turmoil intensified dramatically.

Tempests formed across the vast ocean, fusing gales and downpours into a relentless mallet smashing the earth. In their wake, colossal waves surged as endless barriers of water devouring the skyline. Underneath, continental slabs clashed with savage force, driving even abyssal behemoths into retreat.

The ancient colossal Kraken surfaced, rising amid the shattered seas.

"Chief, what in the hell is Orion doing? Is he trying to crack the world in half?"

Fixated on the vanishing storm, the Kraken's vast mind struggled to grasp how Orion had plunged the whole planetary balance into chaos.

"Hah! And if he destroys it, so what?"

Leonidas lounged close by, completely unconcerned. Unlike the Kraken, he floated supine, arms cradled behind his neck, ankles crossed. He savored the doomsday surges like a private hot tub.

"Squiddy, this is the good life. Just let the storm wash over you."

"Chief, whatever Orion is cooking up... is there a cut of the profits for me?"

The Kraken inched nearer to Leonidas, stretching out two enormous tentacles to massage the titan's shoulders. Such flattery flowed so smoothly, so instinctively, it seemed fitting even for a creature of his enormity.

"Relax. When the time comes, you'll get yours."

Though his words dismissed casually, Leonidas sensed pity for the monster. Regrettably, the Kraken had missed their division of the World Dragon egg. Had he joined, he might now fathom the intricacies of Orion's Void incursion.

"Chief... did I miss something big?"

The Kraken understood Leonidas deeply—they shared a bond like master and disciple, nearly siblings. He sensed when the veteran held back.

"Chief... did I miss something big?"

The Kraken understood Leonidas deeply—they shared a bond like master and disciple, nearly siblings. He sensed when the veteran held back.

Leonidas paused silently, observing bolts streak the heavens. At last, he shared a snippet of insight.

"You see this form of mine? This World Dragon avatar?" Leonidas thumped his torso. "If you ever get the chance, get yourself one. Or at least, get a vessel capable of gestating an internal world."

Comprehension dawned on the Kraken immediately. Orion's ongoing calamity centered on an Internal World—a domain of might typically for Demigods.

"Understood."

The Divine Kingdom, Abyssal World.

Unlike the cataclysmic spasms shaking the World of Eldoria, Orion's realm underwent a contrasting metamorphosis.

The earth quivered here, yet it pulsed with expansion, not ruin.

Lumi, Warden of Winter, perched on a frost-shrouded summit in the north. She beheld the dense fog at the world's brink retreating, unveiling immense new expanses of terrain.

Orion's Divine Kingdom swelled right before her gaze.

"The laws of the world are strengthening. The elemental density is rising," she murmured, sensing the atmospheric change. "The Source Power of the Kingdom is surging."

What had transpired? Had Orion elevated once more?

As Warden of Winter, Lumi fused inherently with this realm. With the territory's growth, her role's weight pressed harder upon her. Her Staff of Authority throbbed with added heft—fresh might.

"This new land needs to slumber beneath the frost. It must store energy now so that life may bloom come spring."

She lifted her staff. "Wind, rise. Snow, fall."

Lumi merged into the winds, incarnating as a fierce blizzard. As the fog withdrew, her gale pursued, shrouding untouched lands in deep, pure snow, preserving vital nutrients and arcane essences for future rebirths.

World of Eldoria, Temple of Terminus.

Orion sat enthroned, enveloped in celestial glow.

His Abyssal Dreadfin avatar reaped the greatest gains from this stellar plunder. As the channel for the World Tree's root, it guzzled first from the torrent of Source Power drained from the host realm.

A surge of excitement gripped Orion. At this pace, merely occupying the throne and sustaining the link could propel this avatar to Demigod status.

Time would be required—a steady buildup of might—but Orion commanded plentiful reserves of it.

Moreover, this vantage let him bolster the seal, track The Void's state, and surveil the Zeythan Dreadfin kin.

"To think I'd find it here, after searching for so long."

He exhaled in contentment. His alternate avatars were occupied—the Death-Soul form wandered lost in the Death-Soul Race's taboo domains, outcome uncertain. He'd languished on the Abyssal Dreadfin route, yet now Demigod ascension yawned invitingly open.

Projecting a Demigod illusion paled vastly beside embodying a true Demigod avatar. The raw force, the aura crushing foes—worlds apart. Crucially, upon ascension, Orion could leverage its resilience for bolder gambles.

"And now... a new objective."

If the World Tree pierced realms via The Void's spatial junctions, Orion eyed far beyond a single conquest.

Scouting planes akin to World of Eldoria promised the swiftest surge to supremacy.

"I never thought I'd walk the path of the World-Eater," he reflected, voice laced with grim mirth. "The path of the Evil God."

During his Godforsaken Land raid alongside Arthas and Leonidas, he'd scorned such beings. Prior to parasitizing World of Eldoria, he'd favored subjugating and governing worlds over bleeding them barren.

But circumstances shifted.

This approach—blunt, brutal, swift power harvest—outstripped eons of nurturing domains in efficiency.

Power reigned supreme. Absolute might alone forged an enduring Divine Kingdom. At last, he grasped the drive behind the stellar abominations he'd once battled.

"It seems I need to make a trip to the Abyss."

Eldoria's triumph redirected his mind to his strength's bedrock. His Divine Kingdom rested on the Heart of the Abyss. If the World Tree devoured Eldoria, odds favored it consuming the genuine Abyss too.

Once mere hypothesis, now Orion held the assurance to forge it true.