Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1561 Insect Queen

The mention of their own homes being in peril caused the color to drain from Evander and Kairon's faces. Without hesitation or a word spoken, they turned and fled from the City of Stoneheart.

"Were you merely attempting to frighten them?" Seraphina inquired, her gaze turning skeptical and piercing once the two Demigods had disappeared.

Orion let out a low chuckle. He extended an arm, encircling Seraphina's delicate waist, and spoke in a placid tone. "Bluffing about such a matter is not my idea of amusement."

"The reason you could not sense the auras of those Demigods is partly their deliberate concealment of their presence, but predominantly due to the oppressive cosmic laws of this newly formed world," Orion elucidated. "It will not be long before you understand that our world has become a grand stage for dancing fiends and warring deities."

Orion tilted his head back, his eyes fixed upon the approaching Broodmother asteroid.

If the opportunity had allowed, Orion would have relished testing the absolute limits of the insectoid swarm's might in a single, decisive engagement, compelling them to reveal their ultimate strategies. However, upon recognizing the overwhelming power emanating from the Broodmother asteroid and detecting the presence of unknown Demigods, he had firmly resolved to withdraw.

Moreover, in the wake of his tactical retreat, the bombardments descending from the Broodmother asteroid had dispersed, impacting every region of the planet. These bombardments were, in fact, instilled with teleportation markers. From the moment Orion rejoined the Stoneheart Horde, a multitude of insectoids had utilized these markers to descend upon the nascent world, transforming it into a writhing expanse of chitin and claws.

In essence, the swarm had initiated an indiscriminate campaign against all non-insectoid lifeforms.

"They have ceased their advance!"

Seraphina's soft exclamation drew Orion from his somber contemplation. Regaining his focus, Orion observed the Broodmother asteroid, which had now halted its descent, suspended menacingly above the world's center. His expression grew even more grave.

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The South, City of Blessings.

As the populace gazed skyward, filled with awe at the meteor-like Broodmother, the reborn Laito was descending into a state of frantic realization.

That is the Insect Queen! That is Moriphara, the pinnacle of ultimate vitality, the progenitor of a million swarms!

You pathetic insects. You possess no true understanding. Now that the two worlds have unified, this precise juncture represents your absolute best, and indeed, your only, opportunity to vanquish the great Insect Queen Moriphara!

Once Her Majesty's cosmic dominion permeates every corner of this realm, escape will be impossible.

As a former supreme entity of the Insectoid Race, Laito possessed intimate knowledge of the swarm's most profound secrets. The God-Devouring Insectoid Race wielded terrifying power for a singular, critical reason: Insect Queen Moriphara was a supreme anomaly who had manifested a Divine Kingdom while still in the mere Third-Stage Demigod realm.

The very world she inhabited constituted her Divine Kingdom. Prior to the convergence, the entirety of the Insectoid Realm served as Moriphara's Divine Kingdom. Now that the two planes had been forcefully merged, her Divine Kingdom had become fractured, riddled with imperfections and vulnerabilities. This presented the perfect moment to strike her down.

The longer this situation persisted, the further Moriphara's divine influence would extend into this new world, and the more invincible she would become.

What a regrettable outcome. These Demigods of the Titanion Realm are short-sighted fools. Instead of launching a decisive preemptive strike against the Insect Queen, they have scattered like cornered rodents.

In all honesty, Laito fully comprehended Orion's strategic decision. Any individual confronted with the simultaneous presence of a dozen Demigod auras would instinctively opt for a tactical withdrawal. This was precisely the psychological deterrent the insectoid Demigods had intentionally projected. It served to safeguard Insect Queen Moriphara while concurrently granting the swarm invaluable time to consolidate their forces.

As is invariably the case. The moment hostilities commence, the swarm achieves absolute supremacy.

The insectoid Demigods will refrain from initiating any direct assaults in the immediate future. They will simply unleash their progeny to commence an unending, relentless invasion, gradually eroding the enemy's strength with each passing moment. I question whether these insignificant native species will ever comprehend that wars of attrition represent the swarm's most devastating weapon.

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City of Stoneheart, The Castle.

The encroaching darkness had been repelled. The colossal Broodmother remained suspended at the world's nexus like a quiescent celestial body, a spectacle of both miracle and terror forever imprinted upon the consciousness of every inhabitant.

"The world has undergone a transformation."

Within the opulent grand hall, Orion had convened Dirtclaw, Gustalon, Lorelia, and Kaelen, preparing to issue revised operational directives.

"The original Titanion Realm was partitioned into three continents, arranged in an inverted triangle formation. Our Titan Continent was one of these three."

As Orion uttered these words, an aura of pure divine power emanated from his being, suffusing the entirety of the grand hall. This potent divine energy coalesced, filling the space like an infinite, celestial ocean. Within this divine visualization, a detailed map of the ancient Titanion Realm unfolded, showcasing three distinct continents and a multitude of scattered islands with breathtaking clarity.

Dirtclaw, Gustalon, Lorelia, and Kaelen remained in stunned silence, captivated by Orion's divine projection. They were granted a godlike, omniscient perspective, observing their ancestral world as if from the heavens themselves.

"With the merging of the Insectoid Realm and the Titanion Realm, our world has undergone a complete restructuring."

Upon Orion's declaration, the projected world vanished, dissolving back into a formless, expansive ocean. Then, anew, landmasses began to rise from the waters, revealing a reshaped world comprised of nine colossal supercontinents. A single, immense landmass occupied the absolute center, surrounded on all sides by the other eight continents.

"And here lies our Titan Continent!"

Within the ethereal sea of divine power, the easternmost continent suddenly began to emit a deep, dark red luminescence. A Stoneheart Titan sigil pulsed erratically upon its surface. Guided by Orion's intent, the commanders turned their focus to this newly delineated Titan Continent—the very heart of their Horde.

It was a stark contrast to the Titan Continent they remembered. Currently, only the southernmost sliver of this landmass bore any resemblance to its former topography. A formidable and sharply defined mountain range now bisected the continent from end to end, creating an unyielding barrier that cleaved the land into two halves.

"As you observe, the territory situated to the north of our Titan Continent has seen its size increase by over threefold," Orion announced. "This dramatic expansion is the direct consequence of a continent from the Insectoid Realm violently colliding with the Titan Continent during the realm integration process."

All eyes invariably shifted towards the northern expanse. The adage of 'a mountain cannot house two tigers' came to mind. This was the sacred domain of the Stoneheart Horde; they would never tolerate the presence of any foreign race within it.

"All praise to the King!" Dirtclaw was the first to break free from the spellbinding effect of the three-dimensional divine projection. "This is a divine boon bestowed upon our Stoneheart Horde! I, Dirtclaw, pledge myself to lead the Fourth Legion and claim this new frontier in Your Majesty's hallowed name! His Majesty's radiance will undoubtedly illuminate this entire continent!"

For a Horde Legion Commander such as himself, the explosive territorial growth of the Titan Continent presented an opportunity beyond compare. To extend the Horde's dominion, to etch their names into the annals of history, to be immortalized in legends for eons to come—this was their ultimate aspiration. This was their supreme glory.

"Father, I too am willing to march north! I shall see the Horde's glory spread across every dominion under the heavens!"

Echoing Dirtclaw, Kaelen's voice resounded through the majestic hall—a clear, powerful tone, ablaze with unyielding conviction.