Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1568 Evander’s End, Abaddon’s Fall

"I heartily welcome Her Great Majesty, the Insect Queen, to descend upon the Divine Kingdom!"

"This formidable human shall serve as Horath's offering to You!"

Horath extended his arms, encompassing the void and the sky adorned with writhing insectoid runes. He was initiating the descent of Insect Queen Moriphara's Divine Kingdom, intending to present Evander's potent Demigod phantom as a living sacrifice.

"Do not push me too far!" Evander roared, his voice resonating with desperate fury. "Perhaps some negotiation is still possible."

Evander, a Demigod powerhouse, was remarkably pragmatic. Possessing keen intelligence and little concern for pointless pride, he keenly observed Horath's scheme, which ignited his absolute rage. Yet, even facing impending death, he forcefully suppressed his anger, attempting to bargain for his survival.

Regrettably, Horath showed no mercy. He was resolute in his decision to sacrifice the human.

"Horath! Your name will be etched in my memory!" Evander bellowed. "As long as my true body endures, your race shall find no peace!"

It was a venomous threat, befitting a truly ruthless individual.

Realizing negotiation was futile, Evander's Demigod phantom began a rapid compression. He concentrated his entire essence to its ultimate limit, transforming his phantom into something resembling a miniature black hole.

Then followed the detonation—an apocalyptic explosion that ripped through the void and fractured the continent.

The self-annihilation of a Demigod phantom instantly obliterated the newly formed landmass. Evander's logic was starkly simple: If I cannot possess this land, then no one else shall.

An immeasurable span of time elapsed before the cataclysmic aftermath finally subsided, leaving the world in an absolute, profound silence. Apart from the insectoid Demigod Horath suspended high in the heavens, not a single living entity remained on the continent—not even the swarm.

Yet, despite enduring such devastating losses, Horath's countenance betrayed no hint of sorrow or regret. He merely gazed downward, observing the shattered continent now reduced to a collection of fragmented islands.

"What a shallow, ignorant fool," Horath scoffed. "He clearly failed to comprehend that during the nascent stages of realm integration, newly formed continents possess inherent self-healing capabilities. Governed by the world's cosmic laws, this fractured landmass will naturally reintegrate itself in due course."

"What a regrettable pity. Such a substantial Demigod phantom... the sacrifice was so agonizingly close to fruition."

The Titan Continent. The Northern Frontier.

BOOM!

Even from within his sealed confines, Orion perceived the terrifying, world-shattering shockwave that resonated through the cosmic laws.

Who could it be? Was it the Human, Evander? The Sea Race, Kairon? Or perhaps one of the Dragon Demigods chose self-destruction? Could it be an insectoid Demigod?

Orion swiftly dismissed the final possibility. The swarm boasted an abundance of Demigod powerhouses; they could easily afford to delay for reinforcements. With their overwhelming numerical superiority and sheer might, there was absolutely no incentive for them to resort to self-annihilation.

Naturally, it wasn't Seraphina either. A profound connection bound him to her, and he continuously monitored her status.

"Did you hear that?" Abaddon's voice echoed from three divergent directions. Confronting an apex predator like Orion, his initial twelve avatars had dwindled to a mere three. "A magnificent symphony of destruction! Care to venture a guess as to its origin? Could it be that Merfolk Demigod you seem so exceptionally fond of?"

The demise of Abaddon's avatars had significantly intensified the crimson mist suffusing the sealed void. Abaddon remained entirely unfazed; this was all an integral part of the grand strategy.

The energy, will, and faith liberated by the passing of his avatars served only to further empower the Second-Stage Demigod, Moniq, who was actively engaged in sealing Orion from the exterior.

Because Orion had audaciously undertaken to intercept the swarm's descent single-handedly, his sheer prowess had undeniably captured the attention of Insect Queen Moriphara. To guarantee the impeccable subjugation of this nascent world, the swarm had elected to temporarily immobilize Orion, with the objective of severing him from his territorial foundations and weakening him through starvation. Deprived of his faith energy supply, Orion would become infinitely more manageable. When the opportune moment arose, they could effortlessly execute or sacrifice him.

Abaddon was strategically deployed to the Titan Continent, serving as bait for a trap that Orion was compelled to face. While Orion found himself occupied, Moniq descended, bringing Moriphara's Divine Kingdom's warding boundary, thereby ensnaring both Orion and Abaddon within an encompassing golden cage.

Essentially, this golden ward entrapping them was a direct manifestation of Insect Queen Moriphara's Divine Kingdom. This fact elucidated the suffocating resistance Orion had previously encountered when attempting to manifest his own Abyssal domain.

"Don't you grasp that by imprisoning me, you are also confining yourself?" Orion inquired, standing resolute atop his Abyssal phantom, his gaze fixed upon Abaddon's remaining avatars.

He harbored no immediate intention to annihilate his foe. In situations where the adversary presumes absolute dominance, extracting valuable intelligence becomes significantly more feasible.

"Naturally, I am aware! I willingly accepted this role. I am thrilled to be here!" Abaddon responded. He appeared somewhat dismayed by Orion's conspicuous lack of shock, but this disappointment rapidly gave way to a peculiar, unrestrained grin.

As a Demigod-tier Insect King, Abaddon possessed his own sentience and consciousness. Consequently, he harbored a fear of demise. However, being sealed alongside Orion, only to be ultimately consumed by the Insect Queen's Divine Kingdom, instilled no dread within him whatsoever.

The reason? His imminent rebirth within Insect Queen Moriphara's womb was assured. He could seamlessly regenerate his physical form within the swarm's Divine Kingdom. The faith and cosmic laws Abaddon had incinerated today would be fully restored by Moriphara tomorrow. It was an ultimate truth known only to a Demigod Insect King like him: Moriphara's womb was, in essence, her Divine Kingdom. Moreover, having integrated with the Insectoid Realm, the entirety of this realm operated as her domain.

"It appears your specific lineage of the swarm harbors intriguing secrets concerning resurrection," Orion posited, attempting to glean information.

Abaddon offered only an androgynous, chilling sneer in reply.

"Actually... possessing numerous avatars is not particularly remarkable."

Orion's placid, level tone sliced through Abaddon's cold laughter with such abruptness that it felt as though an unseen hand had clamped shut around the insectoid's throat, silencing him completely.

In the ensuing moment, a colossal Giant's hand, capable of obscuring the very sky, erupted from the Abyssal depths beneath Orion's feet. Before Abaddon could even process the unfolding horror, this immense hand seized all of his remaining avatars, violently haling them down into the Abyss. It even managed to tear away the overwhelming majority of the suffocating crimson mist that permeated the confined space.

The Divine Kingdom. The Asura Realm.

"Welcome to My Divine Kingdom."

Having successfully pulled Abaddon into his realm, the insectoid's fate now rested entirely in Orion's hands. The tables had decisively turned; the hunter had become the hunted. Orion's voice was glacial, emanating an absolute, unassailable supremacy. Such divine pronouncements were rare for him, but here, amplified by the full, crushing might of his Divine Kingdom, his presence was unbearably formidable.

ROAR... KILL!

ROAR... KILL!

The instant he was dragged into the Divine Kingdom, the incessant, bloodcurdling roars of Stoneheart Titans began to reverberate violently within Abaddon's ears, his heart, and the entirety of his consciousness. The sheer, concentrated malevolence of those bellows muddled his mind, violently destabilizing his psychic landscape to the point where his consciousness began to fragment.

An immeasurable duration elapsed before Abaddon's avatars and the final vestiges of the crimson mist completely disintegrated, utterly consumed and erased within the profound depths of the Divine Kingdom.