Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Leonidas gazed towards the north. He could sense the auras of Arch Lords Lestat and Kian also moving towards the front line.

Such a maneuver signified that war was now unavoidable.

"Retreat is not an option. If we retreat, our morale will be gone."

"Since we can't retreat, then we fight."

An intense killing intent and battle spirit erupted from Leonidas's eyes. His aura, which he had kept suppressed, now burst forth without any concealment.

The powerful pressure impacted the others present; aside from Orion, Gustalon and Leonidas's two subordinates all felt a degree of discomfort.

"Your small scorpions aren't present. In a direct confrontation, we'll definitely be at a disadvantage."

"In the upcoming battle, we'll have to be more passive."

Leonidas retracted his aura, then glared with wide eyes at the two Legendary-level beasts he had summoned—they were two purple flame lions.

Next, Leonidas looked at Gustalon and continued.

"But that doesn't matter. At worst, we'll fight more passively and conservatively in the early stages."

"Next, our strategy must revolve around Vexis and Lorelia, ensuring their safety."

"As long as they can command the troops and control the overall situation, this battle can be won."

In truth, in such large-scale campaigns, Leonidas was overestimating Lorelia's role.

The truly crucial figure was Lich Vexis; only if she didn't die could this war truly be fought.

As for Leonidas and Orion, it went without saying that before the battle even began, they would have to engage and tie down the enemy's two Arch Lords.

If they didn't neutralize them, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Conversely, Arch Lords Lestat and Kian would also try every means possible to hold up Leonidas and Orion.

Only by doing so could their side, which held the advantage in troop numbers, hope to quickly annihilate the invading forces brought by Orion and Leonidas.

The combined combat units of the six major races already numbered no less than eight million.

And this was just Gustalon's preliminary estimate of the enemy's strength. Compared to Orion's forces, which numbered less than three million, the enemy's numbers were vast and terrifying.

In fact, of their three million, over one million were undead troops summoned by Vexis.

The combat effectiveness of the undead was uneven and difficult to accurately assess.

All things considered, this was truly a disadvantageous situation.

"Little Four, Little Five, when the battle begins, you will obey Vexis's commands," Leonidas instructed his subordinates. Then, he looked at Orion.

Orion turned his head to look at Gustalon and also gave his instructions.

"Follow Vexis's deployments. Protect Lady Vexis and Lorelia well."

"As you command, My Lord!" Gustalon replied.

With the arrangements made, Leonidas let out a hearty laugh, gazed northwards, and said boldly to Orion.

"Bro, the enemy can't wait to rush to their deaths! Let's go meet them together."

With that, Leonidas took to the air, flying swiftly towards the north.

Orion transformed into a bolt of lightning and accompanied him.

The remaining Little Four, Little Five, and Gustalon exchanged glances, then followed closely behind.

It wasn't that Leonidas was being hasty, but rather that Arch Lords Lestat and Kian had accelerated their advance towards the front line.

To prevent the combatants on the front lines from falling victim to the enemy's treacherous attacks, Leonidas and Orion had to go and stabilize the situation.

Three days later, at the dawn of the fourth day.

The blare of horns, the roars of dragons, the howls of wolves… all sorts of sharp cries mixed together, high-pitched and resounding, deafeningly loud.

At this moment, the very earth trembled, and the clouds vanished from the sky.

Amidst waves of battle cries and ferocious roars, the invisible meat grinder, representing death and reaping lives, slowly began to turn, emitting a creaking sound that only souls could hear.

And high above, the battle between the absolute top-tier combatants had already begun half an hour prior.

A layer of profound darkness, appearing at some unknown point, had veiled the sky above the battlefield.

If anyone were to look up, what they would see was a black hole that almost completely filled their field of vision.

Within this unknown space, everything was shrouded in darkness; there was no light, nor any sound.

This place was like a dreamscape, space itself twisting and distorting, darkness spreading ubiquitously.

A sinister atmosphere, like a deadly plague, was slowly attempting to corrupt the minds of Orion and Leonidas.

Fortunately, this suffocating environment did not make either of them feel uneasy.

Before the main battle on the ground erupted, Orion had been standing on Leonidas's dragon back; they had been pulled into this unknown void together.

"Bro, do you know what happened?" Orion asked, holding his trident, a ball of flame burning at its tip, illuminating a small area around them.

But the surrounding dark void was empty.

"We were instantly pulled here," Leonidas replied. "This isn't a spell, nor is it a secret art. The enemy must have used some kind of mysterious artifact."

"We might be inside some mysterious artifact, or we might have been transported to an unknown space."

"The former is more likely, as I didn't sense any spatial energy fluctuations."

As he spoke, Leonidas exhaled a plume of dragon breath, illuminating the area further ahead.

Simultaneously, Leonidas's every dragon scale began to burn, a layer of flame erupting from within his body. Leonidas became like a small sun, casting light upon even more distant reaches of the void.

Orion watched in amazement as the flames passed through his own body yet caused him no harm whatsoever.

From this, it was evident that Leonidas's control over fire had already reached a level that Orion could only look up to in awe.

In the same void, within a layer of dark mist, Lestat and Kian stood side-by-side.

Lestat spoke, "This is the internal space of the Dark Sacred Chalice. Only by defeating us and breaking the barrier can they leave this space."

"Without their interference, on the battlefield outside, we hold an absolute advantage."

In Lestat's hand, a black goblet was continuously spinning. It was the Bloodreavers' sacred chalice, an inherited artifact of mysterious and extraordinary power.

Kian added, "They are very clever, always staying together, giving us no chance to divide and kill them."

Lestat made a gesture with his hand, and the Dark Sacred Chalice's rotation sped up again, one clump after another of blood-red mist ceaselessly spewing forth from it.

As the blood-red mist appeared, this dark space immediately became suffused with a sanguine fog.

Within the blood fog, strange sounds began to echo, like demons muttering in their sleep, or ghosts whispering their secrets.

The sounds seemed both distant and near, and listening to them for too long induced a hair-raising sense of dread.

"Bro, focus your mind! This is the Sound of Bewitchment," Leonidas warned, flapping his wings, remaining vigilant of their surroundings while not forgetting to alert Orion.

"Bro, cover me! Let me test the reality of this space."

Leonidas let out a roar, his great maw opening wide as a torrent of searing hot dragon flame spewed forth.

Leonidas continuously sprayed the dragon fire, charging recklessly forward into the blood mist.

In an instant, the surrounding blood mist began to change. Images resembling demons and ghosts materialized within the sanguine fog, and countless kinds of monsters began to evolve and take shape within this space.

Here, it had become like a living nightmare.