Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1614 Parasitic Ambitions

Rommath found himself vexed by Lycanor, a persistent annoyance. Despite his significant advancements, a deep-seated feeling of inadequacy concerning her prevented his full devotion to the Stoneheart Horde.

As a result, Laito was relegated to mirroring her master's lack of prominence. As a uniquely gifted broodmother, Laito ought to have surpassed the Legendary realm long ago. This lack of progress felt like a personal affront and a substantial impediment. The twelve warrior bugs at the Alpha level surrounding her were, in her estimation, nothing more than subpar failures. Rommath, however, was easily pleased; he had rejoiced for three consecutive months upon their initial emergence.

"Hope, are you implying the Giant Prince has attained the Arch Lord status?" Rommath inquired, entirely missing her main concern. He fixated on the alarming possibility. Could it be true that the Stoneheart Horde's Giant Prince had reached the Arch Lord tier? "Are you absolutely certain of this?"

From Rommath's perspective, his broodmother was merely at the zenith of the Lord tier. If he could not accurately assess Kaelen's power, how could she?

"Master, do not disregard my intrinsic nature," Laito responded with sincerity. "The Giant Prince is a genuine Insect King. A profound, primal connection exists between an Insect King and a broodmother. You may believe you've concealed me effectively, but he detected my presence from leagues away."

Rommath stopped in his tracks.

"However, this is not unfavorable news, Master. It is, in fact, a fortunate development," Laito continued. "He is aware of my location, yet he deliberately chose not to reveal my presence. This indicates that the Stoneheart Horde does not harbor designs on me."

Internally, Laito scoffed with irritation. Considering the Horde's current immense scale, an Alpha-level broodmother was insignificant. She would need to reach at least the Legendary level to even warrant their notice.

If only that Giant Prince were my master, Laito mused with bitterness. I could feast on limitless resources, absorb his power, and seize control of the entire Stoneheart Horde. I could pilfer all that the Giant King had painstakingly built. Observing Rommath's modest aspirations only amplified her revulsion.

"Hope, does this development signify that we can finally emerge from concealment and actively contribute to the Horde's cause?" Rommath asked, after a period of contemplation. "Will I be able to openly acquire resources for your advancement?"

Laito felt an overwhelming urge to slam her head against the cavern floor.

"Master, your cultivation rests at the absolute pinnacle of the Lord tier," Laito stated, altering her strategy to bolster his ego. "Lycanor, the Blood Elf you once desired, remains stalled at the highest point of the Legendary level. You have surpassed her."

Throughout the preceding years, Laito had secretly channeled her own hidden reserves to Rommath, presenting them as "fortunate discoveries," thereby forcefully propelling him to the cusp of the Legendary tier.

"With my support, you will ascend to Arch Lord. You may even approach the demigod realm," she whispered, her voice like a seductive, venomous melody. "Women are merely obstacles on the path to greatness."

Laito understood that Lycanor's decision to ally with the Giant King had profoundly undermined Rommath's self-assurance. It was imperative to continuously manipulate him psychologically until he overcame this deep-seated insecurity.

"Envision it, Master. Should you achieve demigod status, dominion over this continent will be yours. The Stoneheart Horde will be compelled to acknowledge your authority. Forget Lycanor—you could lay claim to the hand of the Horde's eldest daughter! And even if they refused, a demigod is subject to no one's will."

The grand illusion began to take root. In the hushed darkness of the cavern, Rommath swallowed audibly.

Outside the city, amidst the military encampment.

Kaelen stood near his command tent, gazing intently toward the City of Blessings, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "Have there been any developments?"

As he spoke, a raven descended, entering the tent. Two female guards, clad in tactical attire, emerged. One was an Illusion Butterfly from the Dark Butterfly Race; the other, a succubus personally assigned by Lilith. Both individuals were entirely dependable.

"Your Highness, we have received a directive from the Horde. They have instructed us to disregard the Blood Elf Race's broodmother," the succubus conveyed. "She is merely an Alpha level entity. Not worthy of your attention."

Kaelen's frown intensified. As an Arch Lord tier Insect King imbued with the bloodline of a Stoneheart Titan, his instincts were sending urgent warnings. A subtle, disquieting sense of peril emanated from the broodmother concealed beneath the palace, leaving him feeling uneasy.

"Are you absolutely certain that Mother reviewed my report personally?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kaelen released a slow breath. If Lilith was aware, it implied that Giant King Orion was also informed.

Is there some intricate scheme unfolding that eludes my perception? Kaelen pondered. He redirected his gaze from the palace toward the succubus. "Compile all available intelligence pertaining to the Elven King and his broodmother. Every detail."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Kaelen turned and entered his tent. For the present, he would disengage from the Blood Elf matter.

The Great Bastion of the East. The expansive plains unfurled like a vast sea.

Orion ripped open two Dimensional Rifts, and Isabella stepped through first, exhibiting the commanding presence befitting a ruling monarch. Makareth followed closely, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Hahaha! Leonidas! Orion! We're finally reunited!" Makareth exclaimed with gusto. "Just look at you two—so handsome, so dashing, sculpted by the gods themselves! You're undeniably the poster boys for the Champions Alliance! When it comes to good looks, I'll happily accept second place so you two can share the top spot!"

Makareth truly had no peer when it came to audacious, quick-fire flattery.

"Sculpted by the gods?" Leonidas scoffed. With a massive arm, he hooked Makareth around the neck in a vice-like headlock, yanking the jester directly in front of Orion's Death-Soul Fiend avatar. "Do either of us look like pretty boys to you?"

Makareth's gaze met the slowly rotating silver orbs of the Death-Soul Fiend, and he instantly froze. His vision swam, his mind reeling as if suspended in the void, teetering on the brink of oblivion.

"Orion! Stop! I yield!" Makareth shrieked, clamping his eyes shut. "I cannot withstand demigod-level ocular magic!"

The Death-Soul Fiend's eyes were utterly terrifying. Plucked from the Silver-Eyes Race, one orb contained a fully realized Dimensional World, while the other wielded the power of Temporal Dilation. Initially at the Arch Lord tier, they had ascended to the demigod level after the avatar's survival through The Dreamlands. A mere glimpse into them was enough to nearly ensnare Makareth, an upper-stage Arch Lord, within an inescapable spacetime labyrinth.

Orion blinked, easing the intense ocular pressure. Makareth gasped for breath, yet remained firmly ensnared in Leonidas's iron grip. The Beast Brother clearly wasn't finished with him.

"Did you bring the Shadow Wraiths I requested?" Leonidas demanded, his voice rumbling. "Do you have a million of them?"

Makareth erupted into a violent coughing fit. "Brother! My dear brother! A million? Even if I annihilated a massive Shadow Wraith stronghold, I wouldn't find that many! And honestly, do I look like someone capable of single-handedly taking down a major Shadow Wraith faction?"