Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1614 Parasitic Ambitions

The problem was Lycanor. She remained a stubborn thorn in Rommath's side. Despite his considerable growth, his lingering inferiority complex regarding her kept him from fully committing to the Stoneheart Horde.

Consequently, Laito was forced to share her master's obscurity. As a highly unique broodmother, Laito should have breached the Legendary level years ago. To her, this stagnation was an insult and a severe handicap. The twelve Alpha level warrior bugs flanking her were nothing but defective trash in her eyes. Rommath, however, was easily satisfied; he had celebrated for three straight months when they first hatched.

"Hope, are you saying the Giant Prince is an Arch Lord?" Rommath asked, completely missing her primary point. He latched onto the terrifying implication. The Stoneheart Horde's Giant Prince had reached the Arch Lord tier? "Are you absolutely sure?"

To Rommath, his broodmother was only at the peak of the Lord tier. If he couldn't gauge Kaelen's strength, how could she?

"Master, do not forget what I am," Laito replied earnestly. "The Giant Prince is a true Insect King. There is a primal resonance between an Insect King and a broodmother. You believe you've hidden me well, but he locked onto my scent from miles away."

Rommath froze.

"But this isn't bad news, Master. It's a blessing," Laito continued. "He knows I'm here, yet he chose not to expose me. It means the Stoneheart Horde doesn't covet me."

Inwardly, Laito sneered in frustration. Given the Horde's current colossal scale, an Alpha level broodmother was a joke. She needed to be at least Legendary level to even register on their radar.

If only that Giant Prince was my master, Laito thought bitterly. I could gorge on endless resources, possess him, and usurp the entire Stoneheart Horde. I could steal everything the Giant King bled to build. Looking at Rommath's meager ambitions only deepened her disgust.

"Hope, does this mean we can finally step into the light and fight for the Horde?" Rommath asked after a moment of thought. "I can openly gather resources for your growth?"

Laito genuinely wanted to bash her head against the cavern floor.

"Master, you are at the absolute peak of the Lord tier," Laito said, shifting tactics to stroke his ego. "The Blood Elf you once desired, Lycanor, is still stuck at the peak of the Legendary level. You are no longer beneath her."

Over the past few years, Laito had funneled her own hidden reserves to Rommath under the guise of "lucky finds," forcibly elevating his strength to the Legendary peak.

"With my assistance, you will breach Arch Lord. You might even touch the demigod realm," she whispered, her voice a venomous lullaby. "Women are nothing but stumbling blocks."

Laito knew Lycanor's choice to follow the Giant King had shattered Rommath's confidence. She needed to relentlessly gaslight him until he moved past it.

"Imagine it, Master. If you achieve demigod status, you will rule this continent. The Stoneheart Horde will be forced to respect you. Forget Lycanor—you could demand the hand of the Horde's eldest daughter! And even if they refused, a demigod bows to no one."

The grand illusion took hold. In the quiet darkness of the cavern, Rommath swallowed hard.

Outside the city, within the military encampment.

Kaelen stood by his command tent, staring toward the City of Blessings with a deep frown. "Any word?"

As he spoke, a raven swooped into the tent. Two female guards in tactical gear emerged. One was an Illusion Butterfly from the Dark Butterfly Race; the other was a succubus personally assigned by Lilith. Both were completely trustworthy.

"Your Highness, a missive from the Horde. They instructed us to ignore the Blood Elf Race's broodmother," the succubus reported. "She is only an Alpha level. Not worth your attention."

Kaelen's frown deepened. As an Arch Lord tier Insect King infused with Stoneheart Titan blood, his instincts were screaming at him. He felt a faint, unnerving sense of danger radiating from that broodmother beneath the palace. It left him restless.

"Are you certain Mother read my report personally?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kaelen exhaled slowly. If Lilith knew, it meant Giant King Orion knew as well.

Is there a deeper game being played here that I'm blind to? Kaelen wondered. He tore his gaze away from the palace and looked at the succubus. "Pull every file we have on the Elven King and his broodmother. Everything."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Kaelen turned and stepped into his tent. For now, he would wash his hands of the Blood Elf situation.

The Great Bastion of the East. The endless plains stretched out like an ocean.

Orion tore open two Dimensional Rifts. Isabella stepped through first, radiating the imperious majesty of a reigning monarch. Makareth followed close behind, grinning like an idiot.

"Hahaha! Leonidas! Orion! We finally reunite!" Makareth cheered loudly. "Look at you two—handsome, debonair, chiseled by the gods! You're the undisputed poster boys of the Champions Alliance! When it comes to looks, I'll gladly take second place so you two can tie for first!"

When it came to shameless, rapid-fire kissing up, Makareth had absolutely no equal.

"Chiseled by the gods?" Leonidas snorted. He reached out, hooked a massive arm around Makareth's neck in a brutal headlock, and dragged the joker right in front of Orion's Death-Soul Fiend avatar. "Do either of us look like pretty boys to you?"

Makareth met the slowly revolving silver eyes of the Death-Soul Fiend and instantly went rigid. His vision blurred, his mind trembling as if frozen in space and time, caught teetering on the edge of reincarnation.

"Orion! Stop! I tap out!" Makareth shrieked, squeezing his eyes shut. "I can't handle demigod-tier ocular magic!"

The Death-Soul Fiend's eyes were terrifying. Ripped from the Silver-Eyes Race, one contained a Dimensional World while the other commanded Temporal Dilation. Originally Arch Lord tier, they had evolved to the demigod level after the avatar survived The Dreamlands. Merely glancing at them was enough to nearly trap Makareth, an upper-stage Arch Lord, in an inescapable spacetime labyrinth.

Orion blinked, releasing the ocular pressure. Makareth gasped for air but remained trapped in Leonidas's chokehold. The Beast Brother wasn't done with him yet.

"Did you bring the Shadow Wraiths I asked for?" Leonidas demanded. "Do you have a million of them?"

Makareth broke into a violent coughing fit. "Bro! My own brother! A million? Even if I wiped out a massive Shadow Wraith stronghold, I wouldn't find a million of them! And look at me—do I look capable of soloing a major Shadow Wraith faction?"