Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Night had fallen, and the war horns blared!

Woooooo…

The deep, primal sound of the horns echoed across the battlefield, carrying a savage energy that stirred the blood of all who heard it.

Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor led the charge, their forces surging forward. Stormrage City, illuminated by torches and enchanted artifacts, flickered like a trembling candle in the darkness.

Gnolls, satyrs, lizardmen, swamp rats, swamp crocodiles, geckos, buffalofolk, giants, succubi, obsidian golems—all roared as they charged forward, their battle cries shaking the night.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Orion summoned his Abyssal dragon, which unleashed three consecutive Abyssal Flame Bombs, blasting a gaping hole in the city's front wall.

The dragon's devastating attack sent the cannon fodder troops into a frenzy. Bloodline warriors surged toward the breach, their morale soaring.

At the forefront of the charge, Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor immediately drew the attention of Thunderwing, Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock.

"The enemy has three Alpha-level powerhouses leading the charge! We must stop them!"

"If we don't, Stormrage City will fall!"

Greenstorm, his scarred face twisted into a ferocious snarl, radiated a murderous aura.

"Thunderwing, the other Alpha-level giant hasn't shown up yet. He's yours to deal with. We'll handle the three leading the charge."

"Understood!"

Without hesitation, Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock leapt from the city walls, charging straight at Rendall.

In their eyes, Rendall was no match for them.

Onyx and Slagor quickly noticed the brothers' movements and adjusted their positions to support Rendall.

Standing atop the Abyssal dragon's back, Orion observed the battlefield with sharp focus.

"Go," he commanded the dragon, which immediately charged toward Onyx's position to provide support.

But just as the dragon moved, a shadow streaked through the sky, crackling with lightning, and dove toward Orion.

It was Thunderwing.

Orion pulled out a spear, a faint smirk of disdain crossing his face.

Zzzzzzz!

The spear tore through the air, forcing Thunderwing to veer off course in alarm. She quickly adjusted, pulling into a steep climb to gain altitude.

Orion locked his gaze on her retreating figure, his eyes cold and calculating.

He leapt off the Abyssal dragon, letting it continue toward the battle to assist Rendall and the others.

"If you dare fly low again, I'll kill you on the spot," Orion muttered, pulling out several more spears.

With precise throws, he struck down two harpies who had been hovering nearby, raining arrows and bolts down on his forces.

The remaining harpies, terrified by Orion's deadly accuracy, abandoned their attacks and climbed higher into the sky.

It was a blatant threat—a warning from Orion that he would not tolerate their interference.

"You must be the giant Lord Ariel put a bounty on," Thunderwing said, hovering in midair as she studied Orion's towering figure.

Orion didn't respond. Instead, he raised his spear and pointed it at her, making a provocative gesture.

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Meanwhile, Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor had engaged Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock in fierce combat.

Onyx faced Greenstorm and held a slight advantage.

Rendall battled Darkbolt, their fight evenly matched.

Slagor clashed with Silvershock, neither able to gain the upper hand.

But the balance shifted the moment the Abyssal dragon joined the fray.

Roar!

Greenstorm, sensing the danger, broke away from Onyx and narrowly avoided the dragon's massive jaws.

Even so, the dragon's claws raked across his back, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Darkbolt and Silvershock, seeing their brother injured, abandoned their fights with Rendall and Slagor to rush to his aid.

But Rendall and Slagor's mission was to keep the brothers separated.

"Where do you think you're going?" Rendall roared, his body crackling with lightning. His eyes glowed with electric energy as he charged at Darkbolt, spiked club swinging.

Slagor wasn't far behind. Waves of water surged beneath his feet, and the mysterious runes on his body shimmered as he summoned a massive wall of water to block Silvershock's path.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Faced with a life-or-death situation, the three brothers unleashed their full power, transforming into massive Thunderstorm Bears. Stay connected via empire

The three colossal bears, their bodies radiating raw power, shattered Onyx and Slagor's attempts to hold them back.

Reunited, the brothers stood back-to-back in a triangular formation, snarling and roaring at Onyx, Rendall, Slagor, and the Abyssal dragon.

The dragon responded with a deep, guttural roar that shook the battlefield, driving nearby bloodline warriors away from the area.

The battle reached a stalemate.

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From a distance, Orion kept one eye on Thunderwing while using his peripheral vision to monitor the fight between Onyx's group and the Thunderstorm Bear brothers.

"Thunderwing, you cowardly bitch!" Greenstorm roared, his voice filled with fury. "Why won't you fight?"

"You're a harpy, just like Lord Ariel. But why are you so spineless? Are you too afraid to face the enemies on the ground?"

Greenstorm's anger was unfiltered, his words cutting deep.

His outburst was so reckless that it bordered on insulting Lord Ariel herself. If Ariel had been present, she might have killed Greenstorm on the spot.

In the sky, Thunderwing's face flushed with anger and embarrassment.

Orion's earlier spear throws had shaken her confidence, making her hesitant to dive down and attack.

"Damn giant. Stupid bear-man," Thunderwing muttered under her breath.

But Greenstorm's taunts stung. Gritting her teeth, she finally made up her mind and dove toward Orion.

Orion narrowed his eyes, hurling three spears in quick succession. Thunderwing used her secret techniques to create illusions, dodging all three with ease.

As she closed the distance, a triumphant smile spread across her face.

"Damn giant," she sneered. "You've lost your advantage. Without your spears, you can't stop me now."

"Let's see how you fare in close combat!"

As Thunderwing approached, Orion calmly reached for his new weapon—a trident wreathed in flames.

"Die!"

With a glint of excitement and bloodlust in his eyes, Orion activated Swift Charge and Titan's Rage.

Like a blazing inferno, he launched himself upward, his fiery trident aimed directly at the descending harpy.

...

Boom!

Orion landed heavily, his gaze fixed on the harpy, Thunderwing.

"This one's got some skill," he muttered.

Thunderwing, who had just clashed with Orion, hadn't been obliterated by his overwhelming strength. Instead, she vanished like a phantom, reappearing high in the sky moments later.

Hovering above, Thunderwing stared down at Orion, her heart pounding wildly. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been dead by now.

"Is this the giant Lord Ariel put a bounty on?"

"How can anyone be this strong?"

The encounter left Thunderwing shaken. No matter what Greenstorm, Darkbolt, or Silvershock said, she had no intention of engaging Orion again.

But just as this thought crossed her mind, the Abyssal dragon on the ground unleashed another Abyssal Flame Bomb, this time aimed directly at the three Thunderstorm Bears.

Boom!

The explosion sent flames roaring across the battlefield. Greenstorm, who had taken the brunt of the attack, was left with charred, bleeding wounds.

Even so, Greenstorm refused to fall. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the Abyssal dragon with unrelenting fury.

As the dragon began to charge another Flame Bomb, Greenstorm could no longer hold back.

"If we keep this up, we'll die here. Let's take the fight to them!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The three Thunderstorm Bears roared in unison, leaping in different directions to attack Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor.

"Now's our chance! Hold them off!"

Prophet Onyx's deep voice rang out as he charged forward to intercept.

From a distance, the roars of Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock reached Orion's ears.

Orion glanced up at Thunderwing, a sly grin spreading across his face. Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted toward the Abyssal dragon's position—where Greenstorm was.

Boom!

Orion moved with blinding speed.

Greenstorm didn't even have time to react. Neither did Thunderwing, who watched from above.

Greenstorm's luck had run out. Orion's strike not only landed cleanly but also triggered the Ignite effect of his flaming trident. Flames engulfed Greenstorm's massive body, turning him into a giant, flaming bear.

Seeing this, Onyx, the Abyssal dragon, and Orion all instinctively backed away to avoid the raging fire.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Darkbolt and Silvershock roared in anguish, desperate to rush to Greenstorm's aid. But Rendall and Slagor held them back with everything they had.

Trapped in the flames, Greenstorm let out agonized howls.

Just as everyone thought he was finished, Greenstorm suddenly stood up, his body still ablaze.

"Zarok, Ancient King of the Thunderstorm Bears, I offer my soul and body in sacrifice for one final light!"

Roar!

The flames consuming Greenstorm's body extinguished abruptly. His form began to grow, swelling to an enormous size.

When he finally stopped growing, he stood over 100 feet tall.

"Run!"

It was Orion who shouted the warning. As he summoned the Abyssal dragon back to his side, he called out to Prophet Onyx and the others.

"I can feel it—an enormous energy is building up. This place is about to explode!"

Hearing Orion's warning, Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor immediately turned and fled.

"Damn giant! Damn Thunderwing! I'll tear you both apart!"

Greenstorm, now a towering monstrosity, was losing his sanity. But his hatred for Orion and Thunderwing burned brighter than ever.

"Die, all of you!"

In his final moments, the monstrous Greenstorm unleashed two massive energy blasts—one aimed at Orion, the other at Thunderwing in the sky.

In Greenstorm's fading consciousness, he blamed these two for the disaster that had befallen Stormrage City. He wanted them dead.

Boom!

Boom!

The twin explosions rocked the battlefield.

Orion's Ghostbone Armor shattered under the impact, but his body's strong defense allowed him to survive. Even so, he coughed up blood, his internal injuries severe.

As for Thunderwing, she wasn't as fortunate. The energy blast struck her directly, reducing her to a mist of blood that scattered into the night sky.

At the same time, Greenstorm's massive body began to glow, beams of light shooting out from within. His entire form transformed into a radiant burst of energy before fading into nothingness.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Orion climbed onto the Abyssal dragon's back and retreated.

"Sound the horns. We're pulling back!"

Soon, his guards—Dace, Otho, Beyn, and Torba—appeared and relayed his orders.

Woooooo…

The deep, mournful sound of the horns echoed across the battlefield, signaling a retreat.

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Inside Stormrage City, Delilah emerged from the city's treasury, her arms laden with loot. Hearing the retreat signal, her brows furrowed in concern.

"Let's go. Fall back!"

"Why the retreat signal? Did something happen outside the city?"

"Could it be… Orion?"

A terrible thought crossed Delilah's mind, making her heart race. She quickened her pace, leading her group out of the city.

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The battle for Stormrage City dragged on into the night.

Many of the cannon fodder troops failed to retreat in time and were trapped inside the city. Fueled by rage, Darkbolt and Silvershock slaughtered them mercilessly.

By dawn, Orion and his forces had retreated to a dense forest dozens of miles away from Stormrage City.

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Inside a temporary tent, Delilah finally relaxed when she saw Orion, alive and unharmed.

"Have we tallied the losses?" Orion asked.

Delilah nodded and began listing the casualties.

"My dear chieftain, the cannon fodder troops suffered heavy losses. We have fewer than 20,000 gnolls left who can fight."

"The satyrs and minotaurs were all trapped in Stormrage City. They've likely been wiped out."

"Of the 40,000 geckos, half were lost."

In total, more than half of Orion's cannon fodder troops had been wiped out during the assault.

"Chieftain, our losses wouldn't have been so severe if we hadn't retreated so hastily. Most of the casualties occurred when the troops were trapped in the city…"

Orion raised a hand, cutting her off.

"Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock knew a sacrificial ritual that boosted their power to terrifying levels. They could kill Alpha-level powerhouses in an instant. We had no choice but to retreat."

Delilah's eyes widened in realization.

Compared to the threat of Alpha-level powerhouses, the loss of cannon fodder troops was insignificant.

She glanced at Onyx, Rendall, and Slagor, noting the lingering fear in their eyes. It was no wonder none of them had objected to Orion's retreat order.

"My dear chieftain, what do we do now?"