Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1531 A Mentor’s Summons

"Your Highness, we need a larger population, specifically races with an aptitude for combat and administration."

Closeness fosters likeness, as the saying goes. Trailing Elara from her youth, Anubis's vision and skills had soared well past their early bounds. He embodied precisely what Dirtclaw envisioned by dispatching them—a force mighty and overflowing with sagacity.

"We can only allow the kin provided by the Horde to multiply and develop naturally," he continued. "We have no right to enslave them."

This world's inhabitants had been stripped utterly bare; fully ninety-nine percent of sentient beings lay extinct. Elara's lofty dreams—or merely a basic need for workers—stood blocked by total absence of hands. Lacking slaves or toilers to bear the harsh labors of a fledgling land's startup, launching the realm proved a sheer fantasy.

"The comprehensive survey and exploration of this land are still underway. Though we have existing settlements, resource gathering and management have yet to officially begin."

"The regional defensive fortifications remain completely intact. The First Legion is garrisoned there for the time being, so there shouldn't be any unrest."

"The next step is drafting a blueprint for our future expansion. Every move from here on out must be carefully considered and steadily executed."

Elara offered no straight reply. Gazing across her domain below, she whispered inwardly, pondering how to infuse vitality into this land and from whence to start. Having beheld a whole world's birth and demise firsthand, her broad knowledge meant naught but abstract notions absent folk to enact her commands. Only now did she grasp leadership's brutal toll. Amid her personal domain, she at last comprehended why her mother Lilith drowned in ceaseless governance, seldom venturing from her quarters.

A thunderous dragon's bellow ripped her musings apart, booming from the skyline. A ghostly outline of a massive wyrm flickered afar.

Ere Elara or Anubis stirred, Leonidas ripped across the skies, suspending mere feet ahead.

"Niece! Your mentor has arrived!" he thundered. "The old man is over at the Agaman Diocese repairing the realm-warding arrays."

He grinned. "He sent word that he wants to personally test your progress. Wants you to go see him immediately."

Leonidas spared Elara no moment to respond. His image shattered into luminous trails, vanishing utterly. He appeared solely to relay the summons, with zero patience for banter. By his lofty rank, errands like this were beneath him; countless methods existed for sending notes. Yet, honoring the profound bond linking Elara to the Deputy Commander, he came in person out of deference.

"Mentor is here too?" Upon the balcony, Elara's gaze ignited. In that instant, her territory's hopeless impasse fractured, admitting a glimmer of sunrise. Orion and the Stoneheart Horde had bestowed plenty already, leaving her reluctant to demand further. Yet from her cherished teacher? Elara was certain she could squeeze some extra boons.

"Anubis, come!" she commanded. "We ride for the Agaman Diocese to welcome my mentor!"The Titanion Realm, City of Blessings.

Inside the Blood Elves' royal palace depths, broodmother Laito unveiled astonishing cunning after devouring heaps of treasures voraciously. Nurtured with utmost care by Elven King Rommath, it had cast off its prior shell, achieving a transformation that ballooned its form enormously.

Measuring about three feet in length now, broodmother Laito orbited Rommath without cease, acting the part of a clingy companion beast. While darting about, it abruptly tunneled underground, now and then surfacing its head nearby to fix Rommath with unwavering, hopeful stares.

Such odd antics weren't novel for it.

Rommath advanced and knelt, scrutinizing the creature into which he'd invested his lifeblood and toil. Hesitation briefly shadowed his gaze.

"Hope, do you want to go play outside?"

Broodmother Laito dipped its head in affirmation, then wagged it in denial.

Truly, via their contract's link, telepathic exchange with Rommath came effortlessly to it. Yet Laito grasped perfectly that his role was a fresh-hatched broodmother. He dared not seem overly sage or hint at self-will. Theatrical gestures were his tool, luring Rommath gradually into the snare, one step at a time.

Upon witnessing this, the bewilderment in Rommath's gaze grew even more profound. In a flash, Laito burrowed back into the soil, bursting forth once more with a lump of raw arcanite ore—the stone destined for the palace's base—gripped firmly in its maw. Docilely, it laid the ore in Rommath's hand. Next, it wheeled around and put on a display by slinking toward the palace entrance.

The message was crystal clear. Laito showcased its born gift for locating treasures; it yearned to drag Rommath out for a "treasure hunt."

"Plain arcanite ore?" Rommath muttered. "I remember this stuff formed the palace's groundwork. It ought to lie buried at tremendous depths."

Amazement filled him as he peered downward. "Little fellow, how in the world did you unearth this? Don't tell me... you have a heaven-sent knack for digging up riches?"

At Rommath's insight, the broodmother Laito bobbed its head eagerly. Its meaty tail jabbed straight at the palace doors, while it blinked pleadingly up at the Elven King with a woeful look.

"You wish to venture out? Detected more treasures?" Yet deep in the broodmother's innermost, shadowed mind-sea, a frenzied bellow resounded.

Filthy elf... worthless vermin... Elven King, ha! You're just a spineless, incompetent fool!

To manipulate you like this, you moron, the mighty Insect King Laito debased his own intellect and pride, groveling in the muck like a true worm!

Three days... Entirely three days! I dropped the most blatant clues possible, and only now do you catch on! Curse you, you hopeless blockhead! Thick-skulled as an ox!

In its heart, the broodmother Laito lambasted Rommath's thick-headedness a myriad times. In truth, the Elven King's cluelessness arose because he'd never raised a swarm before; he lacked any prior know-how. If it were Lilith, a genuine beast-taming expert, no camouflage could have fooled her keen eye for even a moment.

I've already flaunted my extraordinary treasure-seeking prowess. Now, during our 'hunt,' I'll simply unearth some worthless junk to satisfy this wretched elf, giving me the ideal cover to hunt for the anchor bases!

Upon invading this world, the Swarm set up three secret outpost bases. I must determine if any lurk on this continent.

Once I breach an outpost and disrupt the realms' merger by force, I'll demolish the fragile equilibrium. As the worlds crash together in fury, endless turmoil will erupt!

Amid the carnage where every faction and titan clashes in slaughter, that's when I'll thrive in the chaos, grasp the chance to ascend, and shred the foes who plotted against me!

Hahaha... Cross the glorious Laito, whether alien scum or Swarm betrayers, and perish!

Hahaha...

Laito overflowed with unshakeable certainty. This boldness came from his triumphant rebirth and claiming the primordial heritage within the Awakening Void. Sheltering beneath Rommath's wing offered a perfect, ironclad alias, letting him build power freely without a hint of doubt.

Convinced he lurked in utter obscurity, he firmly believed victory would be his amid the realms' apocalyptic fusion.

The Dreamlands, the Second Stratum.

Precisely as Orion anticipated, each swing of the colossal hammer turned fiercer and deadlier.

Amid the world-ending barrage, Orion's spectral will was hammered relentlessly into his physical form, bit by bit.

The ordeal was excruciatingly savage. Blazing agony ripped across every nerve, but amid the suffering surged an unmatched thrill. Torment assailed his body and spirit alike, while thunderous hammer-clangs reverberated endlessly in Orion's mind.

"Divine crystal as the forge, soul resolve as the flame!" a voice boomed.

"Who'd imagine a demigod-tier mighty one shielded by a phantom will!"

Braving agony no mortal could fathom, Orion clenched his jaws and survived the two-thousandth impact.

Just like prior times, the titan raised the reality-shrouding warhammer aloft, greedily absorbing nearby laws to charge the fatal strike.

Throughout, the titan stared intently at the Death-Soul body beneath. Its immense, star-filled eyes blazed with undisguised awe and manic delight.