Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"Outrageous!"

Seadragon King Neptor's voice rose from a low growl to a thundering roar, the fury seeming to erupt from between his clenched teeth.

His face was flushed, the veins on his neck bulging as if he were about to explode—that was Seadragon King Neptor's current state.

The cup in Neptor's hand was crushed to powder, the fragments crackling in his palm before turning to ash and sifting down through his fingers.

"Father, Seventh Brother and Twelfth Brother both died in the Azurecrown Royal Harbor sea region! We must have revenge!"

The Third Prince Voryn was also furious. From the beginning, he had tried to stop his seventh brother, to delay the outbreak of war.

Voryn just hadn't expected the Giant King of the Stoneheart Horde to be such an incredibly decisive individual.

Furthermore, Giant King Orion struck with decisive ruthlessness, taking lives the moment war commenced.

Because of this, the Third Prince Voryn's own companion Tidewyrm had also been lost.

The thought of his Tidewyrm only fueled Voryn's rage, a rage tinged with a deep sense of loss and sorrow.

"Voryn, are you certain it was only a will projection of the Giant King that acted?" Neptor asked, his voice dangerously calm.

His sons being killed one after another—this was unforgivable.

In the current situation, regardless of whether the Stoneheart Horde had assassinated the Twelfth Prince or not, Seadragon King Neptor could not possibly let the matter rest. He had to seek justice for his children.

The Stoneheart Horde had to pay the price for this incident.

The Seadragon race was not so easily bullied!

And he, Seadragon King Neptor, was not to be trifled with!

"Yes, Father. It was an incredibly powerful will projection."

"According to the intelligence gathered, that Giant King is an existence at the peak of the Legendary level."

Hearing this, Seadragon King Neptor fell silent. His furious emotions rapidly dissipated, as if they had never been there at all.

Peak Legendary level—such strength, even among the Sea Race, was considered exceptionally formidable.

Seadragon King Neptor narrowed his eyes. He suddenly recalled a piece of intelligence.

Two years prior, in a report from the Reverse Whalerace, it was mentioned that during the attack on the Dragon race, two lords had also died at the hands of the Giant King.

If the same individual had acted in both instances, it meant there was absolutely no possibility of negotiation between the Sea Race and the Stoneheart Horde.

Such a deep-seated blood feud—this enmity was now firmly established.

After a long period of contemplation, Seadragon King Neptor finally looked up, his gaze falling upon his third son, who sat to the side, drinking wine.

"Go to the Starfall Sea. Bring back all the troops that were sent to support the Reverse Whalerace."

"Tell Glibb that war has also broken out in our Trident Sea region. Inform them about what happened to your seventh and twelfth brothers as well."

"The root of this entire matter is the Stoneheart Horde and the Dragon race." Seadragon King Neptor's voice was low and heavy, filled with anger, and also a hint of regret and unwillingness.

Had he known things would turn out this way, he would never have dispatched his elite forces to support the Reverse Whalerace in the Starfall Sea.

The deaths of his offspring were, to a large extent, retaliation from the Dragon race.

It was just that one instance was a direct assassination, and the other was essentially murder by proxy.

"Remember, do not provoke the Dragon race. Do not get yourself bogged down in that quagmire."

"After explaining the situation clearly, bring the troops back. If anyone obstructs you, kill them without mercy!!"

The Third Prince Voryn stood up. He was of a steady temperament and understood clearly what their seadragon race was about to face.

The return of their elite forces was not just for revenge against the Stoneheart Horde, but more importantly, to safeguard the security of the entire Trident Sea region.

From this recent contact, it was evident that the Stoneheart Horde's strength was not to be underestimated.

That Giant King was so formidable even when his true body had not yet descended.

One could only imagine the danger the seadragon race would face if the Stoneheart Horde were to invade their seas.

These were matters that not only the Third Prince Voryn could foresee; Seadragon King Neptor was even more acutely aware of them.

Without an Arch Lord, who could possibly defeat an existence at the peak of the Legendary level?

...

Stoneheart Horde, West Coast Ironveil Escarpment.

Delilah stood upon the escarpment, gazing at the significant progress made on the grand canal excavation, a faint glint of pleasure flashing in her eyes.

Sylvana reported, "Elder Delilah, there are now two problems before us."

"First, our territory's inland rivers mostly flow from east to west. If we connect the grand canal at this moment, the river water will converge here, which will affect our excavation progress and also disrupt the territory's original irrigation system."

"Second, the closer the canal excavation gets to the sea, the greater the threat from the Sea Race becomes. We still have many defensive fortifications that have not yet been constructed. I personally suggest that excavation in this direction be delayed for a period."

The one speaking and reporting was Sylvana. As Delilah's assistant, many matters passed through her hands.

With Orion absent, Delilah was the supreme commander here, and she was too busy to handle everything herself.

It had to be said, Delilah bringing Sylvana along with her was a very wise choice.

Of course, Delilah would not tell anyone that she had brought Sylvana with her partly to allow Lilith to gradually consolidate control over Stoneheart City, and also to eliminate all potential risk factors surrounding the Giant Prince Pallas.

Delilah replied without turning, her voice drifting over lightly, "Things aren't as complicated as you think!"

The arrival of the scorpion tribe had boosted the number of laborers digging the canal to over a million.

Soon, the grand canal would connect with the nearest river, which was why Sylvana had raised these two problems.

"The canal leading inland can be temporarily delayed; don't connect it just yet."

"The canal leading to the sea can indeed be paused for now. Concentrate our efforts on constructing defensive fortifications."

"According to the Horde's plans for this place, it will become a harbor city in the future."

"Building some strategic structures in advance is very necessary."

Delilah turned, smiling at Sylvana.

The latter blinked her eyes, which lacked their usual luster, her expression unreadable.

Delilah continued, "Looking at it now, that heavy rain not long ago was very timely, wasn't it?"

"And the great tsunami swept in by the Sea Race was like a form of completion."

"See? Our artificial lake is now filled with seawater. It doesn't need any diversion, nor does it require seawater to be channeled in."

"Oh… I forgot, you can't see. Hehe…" Delilah's laughter had a somewhat flirtatious lilt to it, a hint of her teasing Sylvana.

But Delilah was not wrong in the slightest. The artificial lake, as it was now, could directly be used to rear Ocean Hunters, and also allow the members of the horde to gradually familiarize themselves with the Sea-Devouring Warships.

"By the way, has there been any news from the Dragon race?" Delilah asked.

Sylvana shook her head. She paid no mind to Delilah's teasing.

Ever since war had broken out here, Delilah had dispatched an emissary to the Dragon race. Her purpose was to inform the Dragon race that the Stoneheart Horde had fulfilled its promise made when they formed their alliance.

Of course, purchasing more Sea-Devouring Warships was Delilah's true objective.

With this war as a pretext, the Dragon race should be very willing to provide the Stoneheart Horde with more Sea-Devouring Warships this time.