Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1417 God-Devourer

"The Wormhole Realm..." Orion whispered, his eyelids lifting gradually. "This must be the invaders' doing."

Zerin's consciousness had been completely absorbed by him. Fragments of the beast's background now filled his mind, though the details remained scattered.

As a God-Devourer, Zerin belonged to a horrifying offshoot of the Void Insectoids. This group served as the frontline troops set to assault the Titanion Realm. Yet, all traces of their origin world had been erased from Zerin's thoughts—a built-in protection from the moment of its creation.

"Cautious bastards," Orion grumbled. "They left not even a hint behind."

Buried in the depths of Zerin's mind, Orion discovered intricate soul-sealing barriers meant to dominate the monster. Luckily, his godly strength broke them apart with ease. Now, Zerin the God-Devourer acted as Orion's puppet.

Unfortunately, Zerin ranked as a King-caste among the insectoids, not a Broodmother. Thus, this puppet's journey would emphasize solo battle prowess and domination of rival hives, instead of endless breeding.

"Master! Did you roast the little guy?"

A frantic scuttling noise interrupted Orion's reflections. Lorelia came back, followed by a cluster of freshly emerged spiderlings the size of basketballs.

"I don't smell any meat," Lorelia declared, dramatically inhaling the atmosphere. "Did you turn him into dust?"

With clear greed, she stared at the red cocoon clutched in Orion's grip.

"Zerin's consciousness has been obliterated. His body is now my avatar."

"God-Devourer?" Lorelia cocked her head to one side.

"Yes. A species that, upon reaching maturity, can traverse the Void and hunt divinities for sustenance."

"Hunt divinities?" Lorelia's eyes widened in shock. "Wow... Master, are they really that strong?"

"In theory," Orion admitted. "I only know what I pulled from its memories."

The idea that a God-Devourer might truly devour a god seemed more like a hopeful drive—a natural urge—than a sure thing. Based on Orion's insights, this creature's "maturity" aligned with the Archlord level. No Archlord could possibly consume a god.

Still, reaching maturity marked just one stage in their growth. Further advancement remained possible.

The real barrier came from the surroundings. This enemy-planted Wormhole Realm offered ample room and supplies to elevate a God-Devourer to Archlord status, but probably not beyond. It functioned as a breeding ground for churning out elite leaders in bulk, not ultimate deity slayers.

"This place is yours now," Orion declared. "Harness the resources here. Grow the Cave Spider race."

Approaching the rim of the main nutrient pool, he carefully placed the red cocoon into the viscous liquid.

"And Lorelia? Become an Archlord. Soon."

Damage from the takeover had weakened the young form. The nourishing liquids would mend the shell and speed up its development.

"Master, will your avatar stay here to play with Lorelia?"

Lorelia proved quick-witted. She picked up on his plans right away, and delight brightened her features.

"Focus on your evolution. That is your priority."

For a final sweep, Orion patrolled the small realm, removing any leftover snares or dangerous seals that could endanger the Stoneheart Horde. All that stayed was a spotless stronghold—a vast stockpile of vital supplies handed over to Lorelia.

With one last look, he saw Lorelia directing her spiderlings in a wild frenzy across the bizarre, foreign terrain. He shook his head and passed through the space rift, disappearing from sight.

Horde Hall, Master Bedroom.

Seraphina remained lost in deep sleep when Orion arrived back.

He slipped under the covers again, drawing her warm, yielding body close against him. She moved slightly, her lashes trembling before her eyes parted slowly.

"I found something," Orion murmured softly, his tone serious. "You need to order your oceanic kin to conduct a full-scale sweep of your territory. Especially the deep zones."

Alertness chased away the sleep from Seraphina's gaze in an instant. She adjusted herself, nestling comfortably into his chest.

"Let me guess. This has something to do with the insectoids and that other world?"

Orion gave a nod, his fingers gently combing through her locks.

Each thread felt like a wonder to touch—transparent and unseen alone, but flowing together in a torrent of rich blue hues.

"Have they invaded?"

Seraphina relished the sensation—her hair held extra sensitivity, a royal merfolk secret she seldom mentioned—but her thoughts sharpened rapidly. A chilling blaze sparked in the depths of her ocean-colored eyes.

"They have," Orion confirmed.

That blaze in Seraphina's eyes faded, giving way to the cool strategy of a leader. She could tell when intimacy shifted to matters of war.

Orion shared the full story: how Lorelia uncovered the Wormhole Realm, Zerin's breach, and the essence of the God-Devouring Larva.

In quiet attention, Seraphina absorbed it all, her forehead creasing more with each revelation.

"The enemy knows the rules," she whispered, viewing the crisis on a grand scale. "They know the planar laws of the Titanion Realm are shifting, but only enough to let bottom-feeders rise. The native bugs can't become apex predators on their own."

"So, they seeded these Wormholes—pocket dimensions designed to power-level their forces."

"Are they trying to disrupt our defensive layout before the main invasion?"

To her, as a Demigod, one larva's destiny held no weight. She focused on the strategy, not the pawns.

"Or are they impatient to descend?"

After raising the idea, she dismissed it with a shake of her head. "No. Premature descent is impossible. We are Demigods; we are attuned to the fabric of this world. If they tried to force a breach now, we would feel the tremors instantly."

"I agree," Orion replied. "This isn't an invasion force yet. It's an environmental terraforming project. They are creating forward operating bases."

"It's also a probe," he added. "They sent the Wormhole to test our reactions and gather intelligence."

Sending a pocket dimension meant they surely possessed methods to relay information home.

"Orion," Seraphina stated, rising to sit. The bedding slipped off her, but she paid no mind to her bare skin, her face stern. "If these Wormhole Realms are as you say—completely sealed, leaking no aura, impossible to detect with standard scans..."

"We have a problem."

Her gaze met his, a flash of real dread appearing in her eyes.

"If these things are hidden in the Abyssal Trenches... if the insectoids are breeding down there in the dark, by the millions... we won't know until they swarm."