Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1530 A Way to Survive

Yet, the moment the liquid infused with shards of his phantom will seeped into his body and merged with his flesh, Orion uncovered a shocking truth. The upper limit of his avatar's body had abruptly surged upward.

Does blending my phantom will with the avatar boost its bodily boundaries?

This epiphany was nothing short of divine intervention—a ray of salvation. In truth, up until now, Orion had resembled a man gasping for air while plunging into an endless dark sea. But suddenly, as he tumbled deeper into the void, he glimpsed the radiant glow of a sunken metropolis. If he could endure and paddle toward that shimmer, salvation awaited.

Without hesitation, Orion tried to deliberately break down his Demigod phantom into the arcane liquid, aiming to forcibly stretch his body's limits.

He utterly failed.

His phantom will and the mystical liquid refused to combine through mere intent. The merging had only happened precisely when the massive hammer crashed down, brutally imprinting a fragment of his will into the golden essence. Put differently, for Orion to fully merge his phantom will and endure this trial, he needed to eagerly embrace the hammer's strikes.

Come at me! Strike even fiercer! His phantom will threw its head upward, staring boldly at the falling hammer. This time, terror had vanished from Orion's gaze, supplanted by a fierce, ravenous craving.

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The World of Eldoria. The Agaman Diocese.

This land belonged to Orion, serving as the pulsing core of the World of Eldoria. The vital controls of the planar boundary array were rooted firmly in this diocese.

On that day, fierce waves of void energy erupted across the vast plaza of the central temple. The guards on duty had clearly been warned beforehand; they remained unmoved and held their positions.

Once the spatial chaos calmed, the Storm Avatar of the Deputy Commander emerged onto the sun-warmed pavement, eyeing his new environment with interest. Seconds later, Leonidas materialized next to him, offering the elder a bootlicking, eager smile.

"Old man, follow me this way. We'll get you comfortable and clean off the travel grime," Leonidas suggested, pointing toward the temple's sacred depths.

"Hm," the Deputy Commander muttered. He skipped formalities, letting Leonidas guide him as his keen gaze thoroughly probed the unfamiliar realm.

"The elemental forces here brim with abundance and variety, but a stiff, unyielding holy magic clings to the Laws of this plane," the Deputy Commander noted, his perception razor-sharp. He drew hidden realities straight from the ether. "Though the holy presence dominates, it's severed from its origin. Hulk's handiwork?"

"Old man, our young brother packs a punch, but not at that level," Leonidas answered. "Plus, he's no reckless Demon slaughtering mortal hordes without thought. The Goddess Agaman orchestrated this. In her escape, she savagely reaped every last believer."

The memory of the Goddess's brutal tactics that day still chilled Leonidas to the bone.

"Deputy Commander, I'm dead serious. A supreme being with a Demigod Artifact holds unimaginable terror," Leonidas whispered gravely. "One lazy flick of her wrist brought annihilation and stripped away all faith completely."

Leonidas's tone carried utter gravity, and the Deputy Commander absorbed it with matching seriousness. The topic's immensity cast a profound hush over them.

"Halt right here," the Deputy Commander ordered soon after, entering the majestic hall of the ex-Holy Order's main temple.

"Old man, the secret chamber isn't in this spot," Leonidas remarked. "Or are you weary? Need a break?"

The Deputy Commander fixed the talkative dragon with a quelling stare. Positioned squarely in the hall's heart, he gazed at the freshly mended arched ceiling above.

"A foundational boundary array lies embedded here. Without fixing and grasping this setup first, delving further proves pointless," the elder stated bluntly. "Recount the full events here once more, down to every detail. I must confirm certain aspects."

Leonidas wasn't dim-witted. Witnessing the Deputy Commander dive straight into business filled him with delight.

"Incidentally, Elara remains in her domain now, correct?" the Deputy Commander inquired. "Summon her. Inform her I demand her presence."

Elara had risen to become a genuine Arch Lord-tier mage. Though she couldn't erect a planar boundary array single-handedly, acting as the Deputy Commander's aide was squarely in her capabilities. Besides, revamping a full world's boundary array demanded colossal effort. Summoning Elara made it plain: the Deputy Commander sought to instruct his disciple with rare, direct involvement. It served perfectly too, as a chance to measure her development.

"You got it. Just wait right here, I'll go fetch the little lady for you," Leonidas grinned.

The Gulaba Diocese stretched across the continent's eastern frontier.

Eldoria's World consisted of seven separate dioceses altogether. Orion allocated the Stellaris and Twilight Vale Dioceses to the followers he'd brought with him, letting Makareth, Isabella, and Tangere claim the grandest prizes. Leonidas had boldly seized the Sena and Silvermoon Dioceses, reshaping that enormous expanse into a sheer paradise for dragon beasts.

Orion technically owned the other three—Andor, Gulaba, and Agaman. Still, he presented the Andor Diocese to Aina, folded the Agaman Diocese into the Stoneheart Horde's heartland, and bestowed the Gulaba Diocese upon Elara, achieving the Horde's firstborn daughter's dream of queenship.

Two enormous military legions now held positions inside the Gulaba Diocese.

The First Legion answered straight to the Stoneheart Horde. It commanded a massive force of one million troops, with Elara as its provisional leader.

The Tirisfal Legion came next—a private force Elara had raised in her domain. Orion had vowed her the authority to build it ages ago. Its ranks stayed modest for now, limited to her personal guards and most devoted allies. Tirisfal named Elara's destroyed homeworld; forming this legion honored her history as a lasting tribute.

The diocese's central grand palace had started as a cathedral, but Elara had boldly remade it into a staunchly defended citadel. Its design closely mirrored the Stoneheart Horde Hall. Elara had clearly patterned her fortress after it on purpose, drawn to that brutalist style's natural siege resistance.

From the keep's loftiest balcony, Elara surveyed her expansive diocese.

The Gnoll Anubis stood right behind her.

Anubis now stood worlds apart from his earlier form; he claimed the distinction as Elara's first subordinate to claim Lord rank. Channeling his sire Dirtclaw's wild, untamed ferocity, Anubis rampaged across battlefields like a ravenous demon. His nonstop killing sprees amassed vast military honors, swapped for elite cultivation resources.

Moreover, as Elara claimed her territory and looted the diocese's treasuries, she amassed huge wealth. Her prime enforcer and top fighter, Anubis, received generous spoils. Blessed with outstanding talent and a torrent of resources, Anubis retreated into isolation and smashed through to the Lord realm.(Legendary level）

This day signaled his inaugural moment as a real Lord.