Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1569 Blackstone Will Not Fall

"Abaddon's presence is diminishing!"

"The adversary is formidable. Could it be that all of Abaddon's fragmented projections have been eliminated?"

"A minor inconsistency was noted during the seal's activation—a brief pause. Did something deviate from the plan?"

A voice, possessing a gentle, sacred, and profoundly maternal quality, permeated the celestial hive suspended in the void. This voice belonged to the Insect Queen, Moriphara.

Ever since Orion drew Abaddon into his Divine Kingdom, the protective barrier, meticulously constructed from Moriphara's very own Divine Kingdom, swiftly detected Abaddon's life force plummeting to its nadir. Compounded by the peculiar waver experienced when her domain initially expanded, the Insect Queen immediately discerned that a significant issue had arisen. She refused to entertain the notion of Orion escaping the seal; the spatial confinement, which she and Moniq were jointly maintaining, had not suffered any external breaches whatsoever.

"Moniq, maintain your alertness. The entity under seal might be employing stratagems!" Moriphara conveyed her grave apprehension to Moniq, who was positioned beyond the sealed confines.

"Be at ease, Your Majesty. I shall not permit the enemy to abscond!"

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The Southern Region. Blackstone City.

Perched atop the loftiest summit in Moonshadow Valley, Dirtclaw stood firm, with Rendall and Onyx positioned a step behind him, flanking his sides. Their gazes swept over Blackstone City and the ferocious onslaught that raged across its ramparts.

Although Dirtclaw had been assigned command of the Northern Crusade, the stark reality prevented any significant advance; the Fourth Legion found itself utterly immobilized. An unending expanse of crawling monstrosities surrounding the city walls had effectively halted their campaign. To push northward and extend their territories, Dirtclaw first needed to direct his forces in clearing the immediate vicinity and consolidating the Stoneheart Horde's northern defensive line.

"I find myself contemplating the state of Thunderhawk City and Lysinthia City,"

Thunderhawk City served as the primary roost for the harpies dwelling within Thunderwood Forest. The formidable citadel the Stoneheart Horde had erected there had been bestowed upon Thunderhawk Rayden as his personal domain. Given that the roost was the breeding ground for harpies, Orion intended for Rayden to bring them under his subjugation and command. From a strategic standpoint, only a preeminent aerial hunter possessed the capability to effectively subdue a flock of naturally airborne creatures and enforce their obedience.

"Dismiss your concerns, Archelder. Those harpies command absolute dominion over the skies. The swarm will not breach that city in the foreseeable future," Onyx assured him. "As for Lysinthia City, its location borders the Misty Gulf. The oceanic depths teem with Ocean Hunters. Regardless of the quantity of vermin that washes ashore, they will merely become sustenance for the aquatic life."

Rendall and Onyx were seasoned veterans who had enlisted together in Dirtclaw's Fourth Legion. Fate had woven a peculiar tapestry; in times past, Dirtclaw had executed minor tasks for these two elders. Now, Rendall and Onyx served under Dirtclaw's command, receiving their stipends.

"Furthermore, Elder Lysinthia has already initiated teleportation. They will undoubtedly be secure." Rendall offered a reassuring nod. The mention of Lysinthia by Onyx significantly alleviated his burgeoning anxieties.

"This current impasse is proving to be an exceptionally vexing situation," Dirtclaw declared, a profound sigh of frustration escaping him as he withdrew his gaze from the sanguinary battle lines.

The sheer multitude of feral insectoids was astounding. Even a powerhouse of Archlord stature, such as Dirtclaw, found the situation profoundly disquieting. It was not that he lacked the inclination to vault over the defensive walls and exterminate the encroaching swarm down to the last creature. What compelled Dirtclaw to remain anchored to his position were the faint yet terrifyingly potent auras that permeated the surrounding void.

He scarcely needed to speculate. Those emanations belonged to the Archlord-class insectoids orchestrating the swarm from concealment.

"Formidable adversaries lurking in the shadows, poised to strike, alongside an unending deluge of expendable troops relentlessly grinding us down. The enemy is affording us absolutely no opportunity for a retaliatory offensive!"

Having weathered numerous conflicts and witnessed the most harrowing aspects the world had to offer, Dirtclaw had formulated his own strategic assessment of the battlefield. The enemy's approach was transparent: they intended to systematically decimate the Stoneheart Horde, assimilating them piece by piece through a brutal war of attrition.

"Legion Commander, are their numbers truly that vast?" Onyx inquired. Both he and Rendall were merely at the Legendary rank; their perceptual abilities were insufficient to pierce the veil and detect the concealed insectoid Archlords.

"Prophet, there are four Archlords operating beyond our sight. They have entrenched themselves to the north, south, east, and west of Blackstone City."

In honesty, Dirtclaw hesitated to sortie forth and engage in the slaughter of the swarm. Aside from the manifest peril of being ambushed by four rivals of equal standing, he harbored a profound dread that the instant he departed, the enemy Archlords would initiate a decisive strike directly upon Blackstone City. It was not that he feared the city's fall—but as the appointed Commander of the Fourth Legion, personally selected by Giant King Orion himself, he utterly refused to permit any calamity to befall the territory under his guardianship. These compounded pressures left Dirtclaw in an untenable predicament.

"My, my... when did our Blackstone City become this bustling?"

While Dirtclaw, Rendall, and Onyx were frowning in deep contemplation, a sweet yet deceptively innocent voice chimed in their ears.

In the very next moment, Lorelia, the Cave Spider Queen, materialized beside them, clad in a petite red dress, her gaze sweeping over the gruesome scene unfolding on the walls.

"Whoa... so many scurrying insects attempting to scale the ramparts! Archelder and Prophet, could you perhaps lure them all down into the abyssal chasms for me? My infant brood is experiencing rapid growth, and they are utterly famished!"

With that, Lorelia shifted her attention from the spectacle of battle, tilted her head, and fixed her wide, expectant eyes upon Rendall and Onyx. The young girl's countenance exuded an aura of pure innocence—reminiscent of the helpless fledgling bird that Rendall had once nurtured in his past.

"Very well, I shall personally capture some for you in a short while!" Confronted by Lorelia, this cherished subordinate who had blossomed into a formidable power, dedicating all her might to bolstering the Horde, Rendall found himself utterly incapable of voicing any dissent. He readily agreed, his heart suffused with a profound, paternal warmth.

"I will issue the necessary directives immediately," Onyx chimed in, bestowing upon Lorelia a smile filled with warmth and doting affection.

"Lady Lorelia! You have graced us with your presence, emerging from your seclusion!" In stark contrast to the other two elders, Dirtclaw, despite his Archlord status, remained as fawningly devoted as ever.

His eyes seemed to gleam with adoration. Ever since Lorelia's return to Blackstone City, she had immediately retreated to her hive to oversee the incubation of her offspring. Her absence had left Dirtclaw entirely bereft of her invaluable Archlord-level backing. Furthermore, a Broodmother of Lorelia's esteemed caliber was an asset demanding the utmost protection; Dirtclaw would never presume to request her direct involvement in the front lines.

"Indeed... nurturing my young spiders is quite taxing. I ventured out for a breath of fresh air." Lorelia offered Dirtclaw a look of approval before tilting her head back, her gaze drifting towards the bruised and tempestuous heavens.

"Dirtclaw, the enemy encroaches upon our very threshold with such audacity. How can you possibly stand idly by and endure this offense?" Lorelia's expression turned grim, the facade of innocence vanishing in an instant.

"Little one, this is your domain. Should an intruder dare to trespass, you must repel them." Without affording Dirtclaw the opportunity to respond, Lorelia began to hum—an unsettling, slightly discordant rendition of a lullaby that Orion used to softly sing to soothe her during her youth.