Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1571 Lorelia Wove Her Dream

Lorelia's spell was but a faint whisper, almost too quiet to be heard.

As the revered Grand Warden of the Stoneheart Horde, she considered Blackstone City her true home. How could she possibly ignore the cataclysmic war unfolding right at her doorstep?

Consequently, with the enemy's Archlords effectively occupied, she began to construct her dreamscape.

It was a vision depicting a sky where ethereal quicksand rained down alongside drifting willow catkins. The instant this phantom sand and drifting fluff descended upon the swarming insectoids, the creatures instinctively closed their eyes, surrendering to a state of lethargic euphoria before succumbing to an unbreakable, deep slumber.

Far below, across the battle-scarred expanse of the city's fortifications, an extraordinary occurrence transpired.

The bloodline warriors stationed atop the ramparts observed in utter astonishment as wave after wave of the relentless insectoid swarm simply collapsed where they stood. They accumulated at the base of the walls, completely mesmerized and utterly unconscious.

"Strike them down! Haul all the captured prey into the subterranean rifts!"

"Annihilate them! Lady Lorelia, the Grand Warden, has initiated her plan!"

"..."

The thunderous shouts from Rendall and Onyx shattered the brief, awestruck silence that had fallen upon the defenders. The momentary pause vanished, and the savage onslaught resumed with a renewed, merciless ferocity.

...

Minor Hell. The Ashenheart Domain.

"Brother, you have finally awakened!"

Leonidas's booming voice reverberated through the cavern of the Ever-Burning Volcano. The sudden greeting left the newly conscious Orion momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond.

The entity awakening was Orion's Demigod phantom—the very same avatar that had entered a profound slumber after its engagement with a Third-Stage Demigod. Having absorbed the massive influx of faith energy gifted by his brethren, the phantom had finally coalesced once more into a tangible, formidable form.

"Is everything stable on your end?"

Having been in dormancy, Orion's phantom was completely unaware of the current geopolitical situation within Minor Hell.

"Quieter than a graveyard. Ever since you repelled that Third-Stage scoundrel, all the vermin that were hiding in the shadows have scattered back into their holes," Leonidas responded, his voice tinged with a wild, eager excitement. With Orion awake, his preferred partner in mischief had returned.

"What is the status on your side?" Arthas interjected, cutting off Leonidas before his excitement could lead to further rambling. "Do you require immediate troop deployment?"

Orion paused for a beat. He promptly synchronized the memories and intelligence transmitted from his primary body before delivering a carefully considered reply.

"The situation is... less than ideal."

"The swarm commands the allegiance of twelve Demigods. Currently, they represent the most significant overt threat. Moreover, several entirely unknown Demigod energies have breached the Titanion Realm. I'd stake my existence they are not here with benevolent intentions."

This was the unvarnished intelligence Orion had gathered. Although his true form had effortlessly evaded the seal the swarm had imposed upon him, he had no intention of revealing himself just yet. His plan was to remain concealed in the shadows, observing the unfolding events. Furthermore, the terrifying degree of strategic acumen demonstrated by the swarm compelled Orion to proceed with utmost caution.

"And what of Clown?" Arthas shifted the focus of the discussion. For Orion to deem the situation "less than ideal" implied that he felt capable of handling it. To Arthas, there was no reason for genuine concern.

"I have not yet detected his aura," Orion stated. "From the void's perspective, I am presently 'sealed' by the swarm. Clown has undoubtedly intercepted this information. The critical question is, will he take the bait and emerge from hiding to capitalize on it?"

Orion could not be entirely certain. He lacked sufficient insight into the intricacies of Clown's mind to accurately predict his operational strategies.

"Hehehe... That morally bankrupt puppet certainly won't reveal himself at this juncture," Leonidas chimed in, his voice filled with absolute conviction. "Clown is aware that you have the backing of the Champions Alliance. Even if you were genuinely sealed, he recognizes it as a completely surmountable setback. Until the overall situation is unequivocally clear, Clown will refrain from entering the main arena. However... given that he now has the support of the Cult of Four, he might adopt a slightly bolder stance than usual."

Despite his profound dislike for the man, Leonidas possessed a perfect understanding of Clown's cowardly and calculating nature.

"I am presently constrained here. I cannot mobilize my true body," Arthas stated plainly, outlining his current position and the reasons behind it in a single sentence. "However, Soraya and Titania have successfully achieved the Archlord rank. I will dispatch them to the Valkorath Realm. You may retrieve and command them from that location."

Even though he could not personally bolster Orion, Arthas unhesitatingly relinquished two newly created Undead Archlords.

"Brother, Soraya and Titania arriving is truly a blessing from the heavens," Orion's eyes gleamed. The presence of two Archlord-level necromancers would significantly diminish the casualty rates among the Stoneheart Horde's bloodline warriors.

A ferocious clash was imminent between the Undead Scourge and the Insectoid Swarm – a spectacle destined to be brutally breathtaking.

"My Asura Avatar has already entered your realm,"

Just as Orion reveled in the timely reinforcements, Alexander's voice resonated through the darkness, providing him with immense further reassurance.

"However, to keep 'Clown' from sensing my presence, I've placed the avatar in a deep slumber. Should you require my direct intervention on the battlefield, you will need to awaken me manually."

A fully functional branch of the Blade Hall was situated within the Titanion Realm, firmly under Orion's sphere of influence. Orion had no precise knowledge of Alexander's current whereabouts, but the fact that his brother imparted this crucial information was a profound testament to their unbreakable bond.

"Hahaha! There's no need to hurry, brother!" Orion chuckled. "Observing the current situation, the insectoids clearly understand they were manipulated. Their hesitation to launch a full-scale, synchronized assault stems from their need to defend against potential third-party opportunists exploiting the chaos. Until the hidden enemies reveal themselves, my conflict with the swarm is merely a series of preliminary skirmishes."

This was Orion's comprehensive assessment of the prevailing geopolitical climate. Despite the insectoids executing targeted decapitation strikes against the native Demigods of the Titanion Realm, they had withheld their full, catastrophic might. Crucially, the ultimate apex predator – Insect Queen Moriphara – had yet to make an appearance on the active battlefield.

"At times, I genuinely contemplate whether the swarm has already discerned my hidden status," Orion mused, his voice descending to a low murmur as if speaking to himself. "Perhaps they are merely playing along, utilizing this stalemate to lure out other entities lurking in the shadows."

His brothers clearly heard his introspection, yet none offered any commentary. Lacking a physical presence on the battlefield and a granular understanding of the local intricacies, they refrained from dispensing speculative tactical advice.

"The Platinum Authority is poised to descend upon the Verdant Cloud Realm. Do you have the capacity to handle it?" the Deputy Commander's voice finally pierced the silence from the darkness. He made no mention of dispatching additional forces to Orion. In reality, his own apprentice, Elara, had already secured a substantial allocation of personnel and resources from him. Assisting Elara was, in effect, synonymous with assisting Orion. "If your commitments are too demanding, you are not obligated to project your phantom will."

"I possess both the time and the resolve," Orion affirmed. "Operating discreetly from the shadows provides me with the ideal opportunity to manage the Platinum Authority's undertaking."

The Platinum Authority's campaign represented a monumental undertaking for the entirety of the Champions Alliance. The greater the investment of effort and resources he made now, the more substantial his future dividends and exclusive privileges would be.

"Pace yourself." It was a subtle, uncharacteristic admonition from the Deputy Commander.

Orion merely offered a nod, foregoing any extended explanations.

With his divine vessel, his Divine Kingdom, and the fragments of the Mirror of Theras as his ultimate trump cards, the current predicament of the Stoneheart Horde posed no existential threat to his core foundations. Moreover, even in the direst scenario where the Titanion Realm was reduced to ashes, Orion had numerous alternative pathways for retreat. He had already extended his influence into the Valkorath Realm, the Emerald Dream Realm, the Silverwood Realm, and three Godforsaken Lands. The loss of his territories within the Titanion Realm would inflict a grievous wound, but it would fall far short of being fatal.

"Heh. Once we conclude our business in the Verdant Cloud Realm, I intend to unleash my World Dragon avatar into your domain for some spirited engagement!" Leonidas proclaimed.

"It's a date," Orion replied with a grin.