Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1559 A Planet-Sized Broodmother

"Where could they be?"

This question burned in Seraphina's mind. Countless insectoid invaders were descending, yet not a single Demigod's aura could be detected. This unsettling silence left her both bewildered and greatly worried.

"They are up there," Orion stated, his voice eerily calm and devoid of any discernible emotion. He lifted a finger, pointing directly towards the heavens, providing her with the answer she sought.

Seraphina tilted her head back, her beautiful face creased with a frown. She could not sense anything; her vision was met only by the vast expanse of utter darkness.

Screech!

Abruptly, a strange, piercing cry reverberated throughout the entire world. It was a sound akin to a carrion bird's caw blended with the incessant chittering of an insect. Though it carried no oppressive force or coercive physical might, it resonated clearly in the ears of every living being.

In the immediate aftermath, a cascading symphony of insectoid shrieks erupted, echoing endlessly between the heavens and the earth.

Upon hearing this, Orion's expression shifted dramatically.

Roar!

Without a moment's hesitation, Orion unleashed a furious, ground-shaking roar. The deep, resonant sound surged from the castle like the peal of an immense brass bell, sweeping across the entirety of Stoneheart City.

Concurrently, in all the other cities across the continent under the Stoneheart Horde's dominion, Orion's roar emanated from his statues, powerfully suppressing the apocalyptic chorus of insectoid cries.

Thanks to Orion's incredibly swift reaction, the citizens of the Stoneheart Horde remained unharmed.

However, on the other side of the globe, on a different continent, a horrific tragedy was already unfolding.

The Human Kingdom, Dawnbreak.

Dawnbreak was a recently established royal capital. Royal capitals were the exclusive domain of nations governed by sovereign rule. This particular capital was newly founded because it had been established by outsiders—King Harold's human kingdom had migrated from another landmass to find footing on this new continent.

Yet, those fragile, nascent roots were instantly torn asunder by the world-shattering insectoid shrieks.

"Quickly! Issue the command! Activate the defensive wards!" Harold cried out in panic. The chittering sound in his ears felt like a vile, invasive curse.

The shrieks were incapable of affecting beings at the Legendary level and above. However, those at the Alpha level were instantly driven into a state of bloodthirsty madness, losing all semblance of control and slaughtering anyone within their reach.

As for those below the Alpha level—whether they were nobles or commoners—they were undergoing a terrifying insectoid transformation.

It was a visceral and horrifying metamorphosis. The more robust individuals sprouted antennae from their skulls, their teeth elongating into sharp mandibles. The weaker ones experienced a grotesque regression of their torsos and limbs. Some mutated into bloated, writhing grubs, while others developed monstrous arthropod legs and tentacles. The most severely affected individuals transformed entirely into savage insectoids, unleashing waves of bloody pandemonium throughout the city.

"Divine Decree: Tranquility!"

At that precise moment, the voice of the human Demigod, Evander, finally resonated from Mount Demigod, forcefully subduing the insectoid shrieks.

Nevertheless, even this decree—imbued with the overwhelming will of a Demigod—could not halt the mutations in the vast majority of the populace.

"The integration of the two worlds is complete. The enemy has arrived. Prepare for war."

Evander could not afford to concern himself with the plight of the commoners at this critical juncture. His sole recourse was to fortify his position at Mount Demigod, systematically deploying his forces and formulating battle strategies, all while fending off the immediate chaos unleashed by the insectoid vanguard.

"Where is the enemy?"

From his mountain peak, Evander gazed skyward. Just like Seraphina, he could not perceive the enemy's physical presence. However, Evander was astute. Since the enemy had not materialized on the horizon nor erupted from the ground, he inferred they were likely positioned high in the exosphere or perhaps concealed within a fractured pocket dimension.

"The gods, let us simply pray they are not overwhelmingly powerful."

The Titan Continent, Stoneheart City.

Orion had perceived the enemy and indicated their location to Seraphina, yet both individuals continued to stare into a void of impenetrable blackness.

"I am going to investigate," Orion declared abruptly. Without another word, he launched himself from the balcony, soaring into the sky like a reversed meteor.

"I'm coming with you—" Seraphina instinctively moved to follow, but quickly reined in her impulse. With Orion gone, someone needed to maintain the stability of the Stoneheart Horde and the Mermaid Race. She could not abandon her duty.

"You had better return," she murmured, her gaze fixed upon the unending darkness.

In the vast expanse above, only abyssal darkness prevailed. Yet, this gloom did not impair Orion's senses, nor did it impede his path. He surged upward, guided by pure intuition, piercing through countless layers of clouds and shadows.

Abruptly, Orion slammed to a halt.

An overwhelming sense of impending doom washed over him. It felt as though he was being observed by an entity of unimaginable power, or perhaps myriad such beings simultaneously. A psychic onslaught of utter annihilation, brutal slaughter, and insatiable hunger crashed into his mind.

A sharp, avian shriek reverberated within his consciousness. It was the psychic manifestation of the Divine Art: Mental Metamorphosis - Roar of the Roc.

The instant the Roc's cry erupted, the insidious thoughts of destruction and bloodshed that besieged his mind completely disintegrated. The psychic roar unleashed a tempest of Orion's fierce, unyielding willpower, striking terror into the encroaching chaos and repelling the mental assault.

Orion's vision momentarily blurred, but absolute clarity swiftly returned.

"Cowards lurking in the shadows. Reveal yourselves!"

Fixing his gaze forward, Orion's form began to rapidly enlarge, assuming his true semblance as a Stoneheart Titan. Majestic and towering, the Titan brandished a trident in one hand and a formidable shield in the other, emanating an aura of supreme authority.

Without a trace of hesitation, Orion funneled a torrent of divine power into the trident, concentrating an immense destructive potential.

"Hurl! Show me your true forms!"

CRACK!

The sheer impact of the trident strike was catastrophic—power condensed to its zenith. With the fusion of the two realms, the cosmic principles governing the nascent world were significantly more potent, and the very fabric of space possessed enhanced resilience. Nevertheless, the trident Orion propelled effortlessly fractured the void, leaving a lengthy, jagged spatial scar in its wake as it streaked toward the concealed adversary.

Then, a sound transcended mortal description. It was akin to the gentle rustle of water from a sprinkler, or the faint, crackling static accompanying the dawn's first light breaking over the horizon.

Orion's launched trident blazed like a celestial streak across the darkness... before silently dissolving into the void ahead, extinguished like a fading ember.

This particular trident was a memento Orion had taken from the Holy Order's Saint, exquisitely crafted from a Demigod-tier Divine Templar. Essentially, it was a single-use artifact—a potent trump card possessing immense destructive capability. Yet, even supercharged with Orion's unrestrained divine might, the weapon had been utterly annihilated before it could even make contact with the foe.

A fleeting disappointment crossed Orion's features, swiftly supplanted by a glint of savage exhilaration.

The trident failed to reach its destination, but as it imploded, it detonated into a colossal inferno, briefly illuminating the oppressive darkness before it.

What it unveiled left even Orion profoundly stunned.

An colossal celestial body was hurtling directly toward him.

Nay, not merely a celestial body—a Broodmother.

A Broodmother, vast as a planetary mass, trailing an immense, writhing mass of tentacles, was descending upon this newly formed world.

Emanating from this cosmic-scale monstrosity, Orion detected over a dozen distinct Demigod presences, coupled with the suffocating, all-encompassing miasma of an infinite insectoid horde.

This was the formidable legion of the Insectoid Realm. They had made their grand arrival.