Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Orion gazed into the distance, his mind already racing with thoughts.

Ever since becoming acquainted with individuals like Leonidas and Arthas, Orion had genuinely never met their families or children.

Even their relationships with their subordinates were a kind of cold, hierarchical one.

Contrasting this with himself, and the family and kinsfolk behind him, Orion's thoughts became somewhat tangled.

"Leonidas's reminder surely isn't for me to abandon emotions and walk a heartless, unrighteous path."

"So, what Leonidas wants to tell me is to learn to let go?"

"For example, with my sister Clymene, or with Gustalon who stands before me now?"

"Or is Leonidas telling me that they have their own paths to walk, and I shouldn't intervene too much?"

"…"

The reminder from Leonidas had indeed caused Orion to begin a deep introspection regarding his handling of kinship, friendship, and the bonds between a lord and his subjects.

"Bro, trust my insight, it won't be wrong!" Leonidas turned his head and chuckled at Orion.

In the distance, the heavens and earth changed color; the hurricanes howled, and also wailed.

A sound akin to weeping and lamentation emanated from the colliding hurricanes. Terrifying wind and waves, like a stampede of a million horses, surged forth, impacting everything in their path.

At this moment, all the bloodline warriors standing upon the earth felt as if they would be blown away by this gust, scattered and turned to dust.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the two distant, colliding hurricanes began to fluctuate violently. Lightning flashed and danced between them, and a torrential downpour began to fall from the sky.

One of the hurricanes, amidst the lightning, seemed as if it could hold out no longer and was utterly blasted apart.

Of the terrifying hurricanes, only one remained, and it had become somewhat thicker and more robust.

"He made it!" Orion exclaimed, a smile appearing on his face.

The final victor was indeed Gustalon.

"Hahaha…, next we'll have a Legendary-level elemental life form assisting us. We won't need to worry about the mid-to-upper-tier battles at all!"

Gustalon's advancement to the Legendary level made Leonidas quite happy as well, because it meant that the upcoming major war would be somewhat easier.

"Leonidas, your insight is incredible!" Orion had to admit, immediately offering a piece of flattery.

As the two spoke, the hurricane began to move in their direction, its force and sound gradually diminishing.

Far away, in Ashenfang Traverse, the atmosphere was slightly oppressive.

The two Arch Lords, Lestat and Kian, sat opposite each other at the stone table, neither speaking.

Both their faces were rather grim, filled with apprehension.

"The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for us!" After a long silence, the aged Lestat finally sighed with regret.

Kian snorted, "That waste Yvaine couldn't even handle an Alpha-level being. Her death is not worth pitying."

"You can't entirely blame her," Lestat countered. "That elemental life form was able to transcend its limits and become an Over-tier powerhouse. It's not to be underestimated."

Although Kian was complaining, his eyes flashed with the anger and frustration of having lost a valuable commander.

"Newly advanced Legendary powerhouses, more and more undead troops; the enemy is constantly growing stronger," Kian stated.

"Lestat, we cannot sit idly by and await our doom. If we wait any longer, the enemy will eventually defeat us completely." This was Kian's thought, and also a suggestion to initiate hostilities sooner.

Arch Lord Lestat also realized the severity of the situation. He pondered for a moment, then made his decision: "In three days at most, the Ashenveil Sprites can reach the border. It will be safer to start the war once they arrive."

The Ashenveil Sprites moved very slowly because they were in a giant tree form.

However, precisely because of this giant tree form, the Ashenveil Sprites' combat power was immense.

Lestat would only feel at ease with this race joining the battlefield.

Lestat had delayed launching the war precisely because he was waiting for the Ashenveil Sprites.

Kian responded, "Alright then, I'll make the arrangements now."

"I refuse to believe that the combined main forces of our six major races cannot defeat these invaders."

The six major races Arch Lord Kian referred to were the Hellhound Knights, demonic wolves (Nethervarg Soulflayers), Windfoot Freaks (Zephyrkin Swifts), Ashenveil Sprites, petrifying lizards, and Bloodreavers.

Originally, there had been eight major races; the Aarakocra and dark fiends among them had been wiped out in Orion and Leonidas's blitzkrieg.

Lestat added, "Also, inform that important figure about the situation here beforehand."

"I will!"

Having concluded their discussion, Arch Lord Kian rose and walked out of the valley.

South, Marshlight Sanctuary.

While the enemy was preparing for a major war, Orion also received good news.

The Legendary-level powerhouses Leonidas had mobilized arrived via teleportation scroll, materializing directly before Orion.

Meanwhile, Soraya and her small scorpions had, at this moment, only just passed through the teleportation array in Red Moon Valley and all arrived in Lorelia City.

For Soraya to appear on the northern battlefield, at least another half a month would be required.

"My Lord, the enemy is making unusual movements." A gentle breeze swept by, and Gustalon's figure appeared beside Orion.

Compared to before, the current Gustalon seemed like a changed being.

Firstly, Gustalon's appearance had undergone a significant transformation; he looked more mature.

If the Gustalon of before was a young man, his face now resembled that of an adult male, with only about sixty percent similarity to his past self.

Secondly, Gustalon had conjured an azure cloak, upon which magical runes faintly shimmered, concealing his entire body.

At a glance, it was now difficult to discern Gustalon's unevolved lower half.

Furthermore, the tornado that had previously constantly lingered around Gustalon had also vanished.

Orion's and Leonidas's gazes fell upon Gustalon. Gustalon nodded slightly in greeting, then began to elaborate.

"On the front lines, the enemy's troops are massing and show a tendency to gradually advance south."

"The main forces of the Ashenveil Sprites, petrifying lizards, and Bloodreavers, as mentioned in our intelligence, have also begun to enter the combat zone."

"Adding to that the Hellhound Knights, Nethervarg Soulflayers, and Zephyrkin Swifts, who have been constantly engaged in battle with us, the enemy is forming a crescent-shaped formation, attempting to envelop us."

"According to the enemy's current speed of advance, they can launch a full-scale battle on the border within four days at most."

Hearing this, Orion and Leonidas exchanged a glance, not looking overly surprised.

In fact, the moment Gustalon had successfully advanced to the Legendary level, Orion and Leonidas had discussed the situation together. Even then, they had anticipated that the enemy would not continue to sit idly by.

After all, Vexis had been continuously summoning undead armies on the front lines; the longer things dragged on, the more Orion's side would gain the advantage.

Orion said to Leonidas, "Bro, Soraya has already set off for the north. She'll need half a month to get here."

"Meaning, we need to resist for at least ten days or more to await reinforcements."

This was the reality of the situation. Originally, according to the plan, Orion and Leonidas would have launched an offensive once Soraya arrived at the front.

However, Gustalon's unexpected advancement had made the enemy restless, leading to the major battle erupting prematurely.

Leonidas added grimly, "Those two fellows, Kian and Lestat, are also on the move!"