Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Cross-realm invasion—cruel and all too real.

In Murktooth City, hundreds of thousands of goblins fell prey to the cave spiders. Bones cracked under relentless gnawing in every corner of the city, accompanied by the shrill squeaks of feasting spiders. The scene was spine-chilling. Even Orion, witnessing it for the first time, found it impossible to erase from his memory.

"They've arrived!"

Orion pulled himself away from the sounds of Murktooth City's carnage and looked southeast, where three Legendary-level auras were closing in.

"Lord Orion, I've been ordered to help sweep this region. Whatever you decide, I'll follow your lead."

Rumbold raised his weapon, letting his energy surge steadily higher.

"Then let's go meet them. And if we can, we kill them right away."

"Understood."

With that, Orion transformed into lightning, shooting toward the trio of Legendary-level foes in the distance. Rumbold stayed put only for a moment, exhaling roughly before opening a pair of bony wings from beneath his ribcage. As transcendent power flowed into the wings, he flapped once and followed right behind Orion.

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"It's them!"

"Damn these outsiders—they wiped out all my people!"

"What are they even after? Do they plan on killing us all?"

Murktooth was panicking, furious at the thought that Orion and Rumbold weren't there merely to seize territory but had launched a full-on massacre.

Even if Murktooth managed to reclaim his land afterward, it wouldn't matter—everything was gone. The female goblins and night elves and humans he delighted in, his children he worked so tirelessly to breed, all of them were dead.

Seething with rage, Murktooth tried to stir up Caleb and Jarod's emotions, pushing their hatred for the invading enemies.

"Are they some faction of lords from another realm? These tactics are more brutal than anything we've pulled."

Night Elf Jarod spoke up. The godforsaken land might be riddled with lost morals and faith, but it had never been utterly consumed by annihilation—until now, with the arrival of these invaders.

"Is the apocalypse truly here?"

Truth be told, Jarod might be a lousy piece of work in his own territory, but even he had never considered massacring every race wholesale. Evil confronted with pure destruction can sometimes feel desperation just the same.

"Look out!"

Jarod snapped back to the here and now, instantly drawing his bow.

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A trident wrapped in crackling lightning ripped through the air. Jarod's arrow glowed black as it shot out, but what happened next horrified Murktooth, Caleb, and Jarod all at once—the arrow shattered upon impact with the trident.

The trident's momentum didn't slow for a second, tearing past the fragments of dark light and barreling straight for Murktooth.

Clang!

Shield Warrior Caleb bolted forward, raising his shield to intercept Orion's trident.

Murktooth, who had been half-ready to defend himself, let out a sigh of relief. Then, his face twisted with rage, and he unleashed a feral roar.

"Kill these damned foreign invaders!"

Still, even as he brandished his bronze hammer and bellowed threats, Murktooth wasn't actually fighting—further evidence that goblins are sneaky, cowardly, and not to be trusted.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Night Elf Jarod fired three arrows in quick succession straight at Orion.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Orion hefted his trident, the Flame of Will, knocking the bolts aside. The force behind them was surprisingly heavy.

"Interesting!"

A manic excitement crossed Orion's face—giants crave the thrill of combat and the smell of blood.

"Powerful strangers from another realm, what is it you want?"

"Maybe we can talk. We can probably meet your demands," said Caleb, the corrupted human, standing behind his colossal shield and eyeing Orion and Rumbold as they drew nearer. He was clearly trying to negotiate, hoping to stop the war altogether—typical human approach when they sense they're outmatched.

"Hahaha… you want a chat? First, survive a fight with me!"

"Rumbold!"

Orion shouted, again transforming into lightning and charging forward. At the same moment, Rumbold—who hung suspended in midair—chose not to advance but instead unleashed his attack.

"Ugh… Om… Ha… Ah…"

He chanted, his voice resonating at a deep, almost inaudible pitch—a sound of death and agony. After that somber hum, Rumbold spoke in a tone of supreme arrogance and cold detachment:

"I sow torment, reap life, and embrace death…

"Mwahaha… you pitiful, vile, filthy captives—revel in my ripples of death!"

The moment Rumbold's words faded, a soft buzzing stilled the air. A faint green death ripple formed, drawing Orion, Murktooth, Caleb, and Jarod into its grasp.

Pop!

Before Orion's follow-up strike could land, the death ripple struck first, hurling a wave of deathly energy straight at Murktooth, Caleb, and Jarod.

"Black Sun, shine upon us!"

At the critical moment, Caleb violently gripped his shield, unleashing a torrent of transcendent power. Centered on his shield, a pitch-black barrier flickered into being, enveloping the three of them.

Thud!

The collision of the death wave against that black shield caused air currents to erupt around them.

Boom!

Then, Orion hurled his trident, which smashed against the barrier, detonating in a thunderous burst. Moments later, the dark defensive shell finally cracked, and the trio emerged, looking utterly stunned.

Orion's strike was no joke—he'd activated his Titan Form and let loose a full-force blow.

Titan Form is a supernatural skill that massively amplifies all his attributes.

"Jarod, take the offensive. Murktooth, defend Jarod. I'll hold off their attacks!"

"We'll combine our efforts and take down that giant first!"

Caleb's orders were swift and decisive, and though Goblin Murktooth and Night Elf Jarod said nothing, they tacitly agreed to follow his plan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

A second later, Jarod fired nine arrows in unison, all homing in on Orion.

With Shadowstep active, Orion's massive body moved with surprising agility, sidestepping the bolts.

Meanwhile, outside of the death ripple, Rumbold threw his weight behind a furious bombardment—a series of invisible sonic blasts hammering into Caleb's shield with ring after ring of jarring clangs.

"Go to hell!"

Ducking Jarod's bolts, Orion activated his Eightfold Spear Barrage inside that void of death. In an instant, countless phantom spears appeared, raining heavily on the trio.

While unleashing this assault, Orion pulled out a stash of throwing spears, eager to wipe out his enemies.

But Jarod kept up a relentless volley of bolts, knocking aside most of Orion's spears before they could find their mark.