Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1405 Breaking the Limits

The Sixth Layer of the Abyss: The Foundry Citadel.

Active volcanoes filled the fortress with a constant sulfur reek, while scorching winds hammered it without mercy. For those living in the Abyss, this infernal terrain seemed utterly ordinary. Delilah had adapted to it over time, but each inhale still burned like swallowing flames.

However, the scorching brought an odd sharpness. After the inner blaze faded, a clean feeling of renewal remained. This captured the core of the Scourge Wardens' might—the skill to absorb the rage of a catastrophe from nature. Only by withstanding the blazing could one harden their form and rise to a superior existence.

To pursue Orion's path, I must rise to Archlord, Delilah mused, her determination solidifying. My domain is secure, and the devotion from the crowds builds steadily. The gap lies in my natural ability and promise.

Positioned in a cross-legged stance inside one of the Citadel's basalt halls, she faced a bulky bag overflowing with Banshee Crystals.

Assisted by the Conquest Legion, she had combed the lands to collect this treasure. It appeared vast, but Delilah doubted its sufficiency. Swallowing this whole pile of gems might still fail to span the divide from her present level to Archlord.

If reaching Lord status posed a challenge, ascending to Archlord loomed like a vertical drop. Aptitude played a role, yet building profound, core strength outweighed it. Luckily, supported by the Stoneheart Horde and Orion personally, resources flowed freely; she simply missed the inner fire to spark them.

Drawing in a steady breath, Delilah plunged her hand into the bag, devouring the Banshee Crystals sequentially.

Each gem she took in intensified the God-touched seal on her. It reshaped her lineage, bolstered her frame, and aggressively pushed her physical boundaries. She understood the necessity. To serve as Orion's key ally in overseeing the Sixth Layer, she required the might to support it. Lacking Archlord rank, she could never earn genuine deference from the "noble allies" in the Conquest Legion.

At present, they cooperated and aided her resource hunts purely from dread and awe toward Orion. Should his influence vanish, a Legend-rank succubus such as herself would wield no sway over those beasts.

Strength. I require strength.

Fueled by pressing need, Delilah hastened the intake. Before long, the hall resounded with banshee shrieks and the enchanting, tuneful calls of a succubus, merging into a eerie song of might.

Far off, from the Four-Directional Tower's peak, Xalathar peered at Delilah's hall, muttering under his breath.

"What's the Master's pet succubus scheming this time?" he grumbled. "That howling is ear-splitting. She won't explode herself, will she? I've got firm commands to ensure she survives. Maybe I should investigate?"

While the Abyssal Dragon pondered his choices, Standard-bearer Vex stirred from his trance and turned toward the disturbance.

"She's cultivating," Vex declared bluntly. "Everyone in the Abyss knows Succubi and Weeping Banshees can consume each other to boost their strength. You lot supplied her with enough training materials to flood a metropolis. She could shatter into Archlord with one intense effort."

Unlike Xalathar, Vex grasped Abyssal ways more profoundly. Beyond being a local, he held ancestral recollections that offered knowledge the dragon missed.

"Listen, friend," Xalathar inquired, scrutinizing the Standard-bearer. "You nearing Archlord breakthrough yourself?"

Vex's presence weighed denser, more fearsome than many Archlords the dragon had faced.

"Far from it," Vex answered modestly. "Conditions here favor me greatly, but I've trailed the Master for too short a span. My base remains shallow. True Archlord rank lies distant still."

Upon swearing loyalty to Orion, Vex ranked as a mere Alpha soldier. Today, even without the mystical enhancement from the Conquest Legion's banner, he matched Delilah closely.

"Hah. In your shoes, I'd nap through the days," Xalathar jeered with jealousy. "That banner makes you nearly unbeatable regardless. Why grind in training?"

"You miss the point," Vex replied, shaking his head. "Exactly as the Standard-bearer, I demand unmatched personal power. You're far too laid-back, Xalathar. Scout the domain now."

In a twist, while Xalathar coveted the banner, Vex yearned for the dragon's lot. What being could claim the honor of coiling beside Orion's core, sipping his essence to elevate their prospects endlessly? Solely Xalathar, the Abyssal Dragon, claimed that boon.

"Scout the domain?" Xalathar's gaze sparked with cruel delight. "That's a fine notion. Any scum defying the Stoneheart Horde deserves purging from our grounds."

With a harsh laugh, he launched into the air.

Minor Hell, Ashenheart Domain.

The Deputy Commander pulled Orion from profound rest. Stirring with him came Leonidas, Alexander, and the rest.

"No disaster unfolding," the Deputy Commander stated directly, quelling alarms before they rose. "The unique method for the Champions Alliance stands complete. I aimed to distribute it to you right away."

"Unique method?" Leonidas questioned, wiping drowsiness away. "When did this start?"

"Recall the Rite of the Three Idols?" The Deputy Commander bypassed the Spartan, fixing on Orion.

Orion inclined his head, a keen spark flashing in his gaze. The Rite of the Three Idols was a skill he had claimed from the vile Demigod Tusha. It offered an irregular, shadowy route to Archlord attainment. The initial form summoned three fiend serpents akin to a 'body of faith.' Orion had entrusted it to the group for study, and evidently, they had wrapped up the polishing.

"We're dropping the Rite of the Three Idols name," the Deputy Commander announced gravely. "It becomes the Platinum Tri-Drake Effigy now."

He pressed on, "Clearly, this method forms a key pillar for the Platinum Authority. You earn the credit for uncovering it, Orion. As Demigods, all five of us who aided the Emerald Dream Realm effort receive a free version."

The Deputy Commander distributed four scrolls, handing one to each Demigod there.

"Henceforth, others seeking the Platinum Tri-Drake Effigy must trade resources or alliance merits for access."

Regulations held firm. The method came dearly, and its honing had drained the Commander and Deputy Commander heavily.

"The Platinum Tri-Drake Effigy hides two secret traps," the Deputy Commander noted, his voice lowering. "One targets Archlords, the other Demigods. These safeguards manage followers and block disloyalty or outside grabs. When sharing this method with your followers, embed your chosen defenses inside."

Quiet settled in the chamber. Orion and his companions concentrated on the scrolls they clutched.

At its heart, the Platinum Tri-Drake Effigy's essence lay not in the "Platinum" label; it resided in the "Tri-Drake" element. Mastering the hidden method let the practitioner form a draconic idol—a structure like a body of faith—customized to their unique traits.