Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1475 Spoils of War

Through the enchanted mirror, Maelric observed the clash playing out. The foes possessed clear strength, yet they had deployed just three Archlords. That count was something the Holy Order could easily overpower.

'I call for a combined crusade,' Maelric declared, his words booming across the chamber. 'Stellaris, Twilight Vale, Sena, Silvermoon, Gulaba, and Agaman. Every one of the six dioceses needs to rally. We sweep across the terrain.'

He bent ahead, his gaze icy.

'Wolves lurk in our fields. We allow no wolves.'

As the war council stormed in the Agaman Central Diocese and the fight for Dolame Square raged fiercely, the profound depths of the Westreach Sea Trench grew quiet.

The carnage had concluded.

Deepest in the trench's hollow, inside a palace sculpted from natural glacial crystals, Orion, Leonidas, and Kraken lounged on thrones, encircled by a group of captured Sirens. They imbibed, chuckled, and reveled in the rewards of victory.

At times, a brutal killing proves the finest form of negotiation.

Once the Ocean Hunters and aquatic dragon creatures stained the seas crimson with slaughter, the surviving Sirens—stricken with dread and shattered—betrayed their rulers and yielded.

Orion and his siblings refused to squander this boon. The Sirens held beauty, no doubt, offering perfect diversions for primal urges. Yet crucially, they formed a labor pool. Refilling the Westreach Sea Trench with Ocean Hunters and sea folk posed a massive supply challenge. These Sirens would act as the workers to produce the upcoming wave of beasts.

'That move was the Eight-Point Dismemberment, right? Makareth sure staged an impressive display,' Leonidas drawled lazily.

Orion reclined lazily across a throne of dragon bone, with a gorgeous Siren tucked beneath each arm. He took a skinned grape from one, his touch pausing on her hand, revealing a suave, wicked smile that caused the frightened being to flush.

'He got struck during the initial clash,' Kraken growled, his lips busy with a jug of ale. 'His ego got dented, leading him to ignite a banned parchment merely to release his frustration.'

Like Leonidas, Kraken was attended by a Siren on either flank—one bearing the drink, the other a tray of flesh. While he talked, the tendrils across his visage squirmed, grabbing bites and sips with skill that caused the Sirens to recoil.

'Bro,' Leonidas remarked, eyeing the image hovering amid the space. 'Your follower... his energy seems altered. He's discarding the drake traits.'

Also attended by a pair of Sirens, Orion inclined his head. The vibe within the crystal hall felt far from a strategy den, resembling instead an elite lounge in a shady luxury den where three fresh tycoon conquerors savored premium indulgences.

'Keen sight, my sibling,' Orion laughed. 'After reaching Demigod rank, my domain turned into a genuine haven. My presence shapes my dragon kin. Kaedros is transforming.'

The logic clicked for Leonidas. He perceived it clearly—Kaedros's draconic shape was stretching longer, his actions turning smoother, more arcane.

Even amid the festivities, their focus stayed locked on the Andor Diocese display. This formed the central battleground. The trio of brothers appeared bodily in the trench, yet their ethereal forms floated above the fray, granting them prime viewing.

'Isabella has advanced,' Kraken observed, eyeing the golden-armored valkyrie deadlocking the Templar. 'She struggles to match a basic Archlord, yet she's managing to endure.'

'She's no pushover,' Leonidas commented calmly, rotating his wine. 'Arrogant. Swift to anger. Yet in crucial moments, she holds firm. She's got iron resolve.'

Leonidas relied on Alexander's insight, much like he did Arthas's. If Alexander picked her for guidance, true value hid under the surface flaws.

'She's the kind who'd make marriage a disaster—a fierce wildcat,' Leonidas preached, taking on the pose of a veteran romance expert. 'Yet she's also the sort with a biting wit and gentle core. For protecting your heritage during world conquests, she'd fit perfectly.'

He elbowed Orion lightly. 'On that note, Orion... when will you settle down with her properly?'

Pfft!

Wine erupted from Orion's mouth over the surface, as he hacked and gawked at Kraken and Leonidas.

'When have I claimed I'd wed her?' Orion cleaned his lips. 'She's the overbearing ruler sort. My household's already packed. Our stars clash. We'd destroy one another.'

Kraken merely grinned, his tendrils quivering with mirth. He uttered nothing, though his gaze conveyed, Sure, keep telling yourself that.

All in the Champions Alliance recognized the spark. The strain between Orion and Isabella hung heavy, sliceable like cloth. That's why Kraken and Makareth delighted in teasing openly. Isabella forever seemed repulsed—as if she'd choose death over the titan—yet her true feelings stayed mysterious.

Orion saw clearly. He understood Alexander basically played matchmaker by assigning Isabella to his care.

Still, Orion feigned ignorance. He possessed spouses. He bore duties. Moreover, he and Isabella both counted as 'Awakened.' Similar to dual tigers atop one peak, they bonded yet repelled territorially. Alliance suited them best, orbiting warily apart.

'Time for strategy,' Orion stated, halting the romantic tangent.

'Six Archlord-rank stone guardians in a single diocese,' Orion pondered, his face growing grim. 'Should the rest hold equal reserves... Bro, Kraken, our elite ranks are too thin.'

He referred to top-tier Archlord warriors. This differed from a game where foes lingered in areas awaiting challengers. The Holy Order wouldn't remain passive. After assessing the alliance's power, they'd launch a huge retaliation.

Orion employed the Dolame Square conflict to test the Holy Order, mirroring Maelric's testing of them. No fools on either flank.

'Plan shift,' Orion resolved. 'Squiddy, maintain control here. Continue amassing our troops in the trench.'

His gaze shifted to Leonidas.

'You and I head topside. We must dominate the mainland with superior might before fretting over sea expansions.'

The initial scheme involved dual assaults by land and ocean. However, the Holy Order's reserves exceeded expectations. With factory-made Archlord creations, they likely concealed several Demigods beyond a couple.

'Should things worsen,' Orion continued, a savage spark in his stare, 'I'll summon the three Scourge Wardens from the Abyssal World.'