Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1426 New Broodmother

"I know the principles of your group. I won't limit your actions or block your business dealings."

"I only have one query for you," Orion declared, his tone lowering deeply. "Would you agree to take on the role of Master for the Stoneheart Horde's Cross-Realm Trade Guild?"

This was a gesture of goodwill, extended without reservation.

To Tristan, who belonged to the Silent Coin Trading Alliance, taking the Guild Master spot in the Stoneheart Horde posed no clash; instead, it served as a booster. Securing such a rank in an emerging force like the Horde would propel his standing in the Alliance to new heights.

The deal benefited both sides. Tristan would earn great respect, while the Stoneheart Horde would secure a proper pathway for commerce across realms.

"It would be my greatest privilege!"

Not pausing for even a moment, Tristan fell to his knees, embracing the proposal with intense fervor.

Honestly, his initial strategy for visiting the Stoneheart Horde had called for a lengthy, grueling effort to gradually position himself in the Giant King's view. He never anticipated that the lofty sovereign would just present the chance on a golden tray, bypassing the toughest phases altogether.

It seemed like luck hadn't merely favored him; it had knocked him flat in the best way possible.

"Welcome to Blackstone City," Orion remarked, reclining in his seat. "I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay here."

"I've anticipated this moment for ages."

Tristan possessed keen insight; he recognized a polite send-off when it came. Disregarding his lack of knowledge about the castle's design, he offered a profound bow and retreated from the Horde Hall.

Luckily, a succubus servant stood ready right beyond the massive entrance to escort him to the visitor rooms in the nearby tower.

"Orion, does he hail from a different realm?" Lilith inquired the instant Tristan departed, her inquisitiveness spilling over.

"No... he's a human from the Titanion Realm. He's merely a fortunate fellow picked by the Silent Coin Trading Alliance."

Chance played a part, no doubt, yet Tristan wouldn't have been chosen without rock-solid skills. The fellow was a true prodigy.

"Setting up a cross-realm guild demands substantial resources," Orion went on. "Listen to Tristan's ideas before settling on anything definite."

"Plus, recall that roster of items for crafting relics that I shared with you? Pass it along to Tristan. Treat it as his entry challenge for becoming Guild Master."

Lilith gave a nod, taking on the duty. Then, her face changed, her gaze sharpening as she raised another topic.

"Orion, the Wormholes you mentioned... they've shown up in both Stoneheart City and Golden Pearl."

"We wiped out the Larvae concealed inside them right away," she hastened to add. "Would you like to inspect them personally?"

The Golden Pearl fell under the Scorpion Horde's domain. With that group expanding its might, it made sense for them to draw in such bug-like occurrences.

However, Stoneheart City had pulled in the Wormholes due to the Flying Fish Mayflies that Lilith had been nurturing in secret.

These Flying Fish Mayflies formed a horde-style magical creature, essentially part of the insect lineage. They represented Lilith's concealed trump card, raised far below the surface to protect Stoneheart City, hidden completely from external eyes.

"I'll check it out."

Orion lifted Lilith into his embrace, and their figures disappeared from the Horde Hall in a flash.

Stoneheart City, Underground Chamber

Scattered across the ground were shed pupal shells and glossy, blue-tinted fluids. The vast array of Flying Fish Mayfly eggs that normally filled the space had vanished, shifted into the dimensional rift of the anomaly.

"The Wormholes Realm lies at the back of this chamber," Lilith explained.

Trailing her guidance, Orion hurried to the cavern's end, where an endless dark chasm pierced the ground.

Within that chasm existed the shattered dimension—the Wormholes Realm.

Orion and Lilith plunged into the shadows, touching down without a sound in the pocket dimension.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The two sentries at the boundary sprang upright at once. They cut imposing silhouettes, armed with lengthy spears and carrying longbows plus quivers on their hips. Sheer wings extended from their backs.

What stood out most were their gazes—or the absence of normal ones. They had featureless azure spheres for eyes, and bunches of intricate compound eyes dotted their brows.

"These are Mayfly Guards," Lilith clarified, noting the astonishment on Orion's features. She pressed on without prompting. "During the shift in the world's laws, they ranked among those who gained the most."

"Besides a huge boost in egg viability, certain ones have advanced to Insectfolk," she added, pointing at the watchers. "These two are examples. Deeper inside, additional Insectfolk care for the fresh batches of eggs."

With a flick of her wrist, Lilith signaled, and the pair of guards resumed their duties promptly.

"The real shock for me," Lilith remarked while guiding them forward, "was the emergence of a Broodmother from the Flying Fish Mayfly horde."

"I called her Myxara."

Lilith revealed this bombshell offhand, yet it formed the core motive for summoning Orion. Be it for review or to assert dominance, his attendance solidified her authority. As spouses, their joint actions held immense influence.

Orion grasped her purpose instantly. That's precisely why he'd arrived.

"Myxara pays respects to the esteemed Lords!"

Well before they arrived at the Wormholes Realm's heart, an odd female figure approached to greet them. She donned a gown of sheer, see-through fabric. Folded clear wings adorned her rear, and a crown of compound eyes topped her skull. She bent low in obeisance, quaking slightly.

Unlike the other Insectfolk sentries, she bore enigmatic cyan-gold symbols that flowed from her eye edges along the sweep of her throat.

"Alpha level!"

Orion advanced, examining the freshly elevated Broodmother closely.

Myxara maintained her lowered gaze, too afraid to lift it toward him. Despite the compound eyes on her crown, she forcibly blinded herself. The power disparity loomed too large; just being near Orion caused her frame to tremble without cease.

"Don't fight it."

Orion bridged the gap, resting his massive palm squarely on her crown.

The very next moment, his godly energy rushed forth, pouring into Myxara's mindscape.

Visions of her past unfolded before him. The event unfolded on a moonless evening following the alteration of the world's order. The formerly calm mayfly cluster grew restless, then savage. It might have been primal urge, or maybe a hereditary limit. The group turned inward, battling and devouring their own kind.

Broodmother Myxara emerged as the survivor of that savage survival contest. She became the initial Flying Fish Mayfly to transform into an Insectfolk.

Lilith had forged a pact with her prior to the change, but this summons aimed to lock in total command and confirm the being's essence.

Probing through Myxara's mind, Orion detected zero signs of disloyalty.

Yet what emerged instead was an intense craving for the outer realms and a zealous urge to propagate her kind.