Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1549 The Dragonbane Helix

"What kind of power was that? I should be the one asking you that question," Orion retorted. "A golden horn? The Dragon of the Void?"

Honestly, this was the first time Orion had ever encountered such an obscure technique. However, it was quite possible that this was an innate racial ability, unique to Tegon Calthor's specific bloodline of dragons.

"Your Excellency," Tegon said, his tone placating yet strained. "A mere High Lord is not worth the two of us tearing each other apart in a war of attrition."

A single exchange was all it took for Tegon to realize Orion was lethally dangerous. He had no desire for this fight.

"What you consider a trivial matter is a blood feud to my brothers," Orion replied coldly. "No one orchestrates a hit on our own and walks away."

Since the old dragon had employed a mystic art to evade the gravitational crush of his Divine Kingdom once, he could likely do it again. Orion wasn't going to rely on passive domain powers any longer; sometimes, taking shortcuts proved to be a fatal mistake.

"Dragon of the Void, was it?" Orion's eyes darkened. "Let's see how much punishment you can take."

Orion's physique began to rapidly expand, his muscles tearing and reforming as he transformed into the monstrous Stoneheart Titan—a towering, tyrannical behemoth characterized by four faces and eight arms. A tempest of dark, apocalyptic energy erupted from him, radiating an aura of absolute, crushing dominion.

"Abyssal energy... You are of the Demon lineage!" Tegon gasped, immediately recognizing the dark taint within Orion's aura. Giants originating from the Abyss were indeed categorized under the Demon branch of species, although Orion was fundamentally distinct from true demonic entities like Makareth.

"Congratulations. Spot on," Orion sneered.

The superfluous three heads and six arms dissolved into mist, channeling all of their condensed divine power directly into his primary arms. The energy coalesced into a blazing trident—his favored weapon, the Flame of Will.

"If you want to play peacekeeper, you'd better have the strength to back it up!"

Orion lifted the trident. Maelstroms of conflicting elemental energies converged at the tip, spiraling into a chaotic, high-speed drill. The forces clashed and fused, generating a terrifying resonance that made Tegon Calthor's scalp prickle and his dragon soul tremble.

"Die!" Orion vanished into a streak of light, lunging forward with a devastating thrust.

This was his specialized martial technique: the Dragonbane Helix.

Since ascending to godhood, Orion generally subdued his opponents through the sheer force of his Divine Kingdom or engaged in a battle of wills with raw divine power. Now, unleashing his visceral, physical combat arts, he was revealing his true, most lethal form. The Dragonbane Helix was specifically engineered to suppress draconic bloodlines, significantly amplifying damage against them. If it landed a killing blow, it would completely annihilate the victim's dragon soul; even a glancing strike would severely cripple their demigod phantom.

Locked on and sensing the shadow of death, Tegon Calthor found himself with nowhere to run.

"Forbidden Art: Void-Wyrm's Domain!"

A defiant roar echoed as Tegon's form blurred. A split second before the trident struck, he simply vanished.

He didn't merely turn invisible or teleport. To Orion's perception, Tegon had nullified his physical presence, substituting the space he previously occupied with an absolute vacuum shaped like a horned dragon—a dead zone entirely devoid of any physical or magical laws. It was a brilliant counter: if Orion was locked onto him, Tegon simply eliminated the target. Without a target, the terrifying Dragonbane Helix possessed nothing to destroy.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Orion's eyes, but he did not retract his strike. He drove the spiraling trident directly into the dragon-shaped vacuum, attempting to violently shred the void itself.

He succeeded, and he failed.

He succeeded because the vortex tore the vacuum zone to pieces before it could fully materialize. He failed because once the void collapsed, Tegon Calthor reappeared at a safe distance, physically unharmed. The only discernible effect was that the old dragon's demigod phantom appeared significantly fainter and far more translucent.

"You possess a wealth of combat experience, and the right tricks to survive," Orion remarked with genuine commendation.

He had not foreseen anyone countering his technique in such a manner. Back when he was a High Lord, he had considered this anti-dragon art to be utterly unblockable. It proved that this old dragon was a seasoned veteran, easily among the most formidable Second-Stage Demigods Orion had ever encountered.

"Let us conclude this here, Your Excellency!" Tegon urged, breathing heavily. "I will overrule Kuray and compel him to cede this entire ocean territory to your companion."

Fwoosh. With Tegon's words, a brilliant cluster of ethereal flames erupted spontaneously from within his chest. This was the Divine Fire, the unmistakable and absolute emblem of a Second-Stage Demigod.

This display was not merely a boast of his cultivation base, but a chilling, veiled threat. He was subtly reminding Orion that as long as his Divine Fire continued to burn, he was, in essence, immortal. Even if Orion were to obliterate his physical form today, Tegon would inevitably return. Kraken was indigenous to this realm. Orion and Leonidas might safeguard the leviathan for the present, but could they guarantee its protection eternally? Should they falter even once, Tegon possessed a thousand methods to ensure Kraken's demise, a death filled with screams in the suffocating darkness.

"An inextinguishable Divine Fire signifies that you cannot truly perish... Is that intended as a threat?" Orion's voice descended, carrying an icy frigidity. He had grasped the underlying message with absolute clarity.

He lifted his trident. The chaotic energies of the Dragonbane Helix converged once more at its tip, focusing intently upon the ancient dragon.

Observing that Orion remained utterly impervious to both negotiation and intimidation, Tegon's complexion visibly paled. Witnessing the gathering of that lethal energy again, the old dragon seriously contemplated a swift retreat.

"Your Excellency, there is truly no necessity for this!" Tegon implored, shaking his head and frantically attempting to concoct a more compelling offer. "If there is anything specific you desir—"

Tegon's voice faltered as he froze mid-sentence.

Orion had vanished. However, the intended target of his devastating strike was not Tegon Calthor at all. He had instead teleported directly into the tumultuous clash raging above, his trajectory aimed squarely at Kuray, the colossal black serpent currently locked in a deadly struggle with Leonidas.

One minute prior.

The intense conflict between dragon and serpent was escalating to a fever pitch.

The confrontation between Kuray and Leonidas presented a breathtaking and terrifying spectacle—a brutal contest of sheer physical prowess and unwavering divine will. Their battleground had originated in the crushing abyss below and violently ascended to the surface, carrying their titanic forms high into the stratosphere. They pierced through the clouds, their immense bodies entwining and flashing through the tempestuous storm in a dizzying display of fangs and scales.

Leonidas, manifesting in his magnificent Purple-Gold Divine Dragon form, was the very embodiment of tyrannical dominance. His scales emanated a blinding, regal luminescence, a flawless masterpiece of divine creation.

In stark opposition, the giant black serpent was a creature born of the deep—its profound darkness exuding an aura that was inherently twisted, sinister, and utterly suffocating.