Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 500: Dying is no big deal

It felt like the end of the world—an apocalyptic scene of collapsing skies and crumbling earth. The frenzied advance of the slime molds swept through Soraya City like a massive tidal wave, filling the air with a pervasive sense of dread.

At this very moment, Orion was standing on the city wall, flanked by Vexis on one side and Soraya on the other.

"For us, this city is the final barrier—our strongest line of defense."

The one speaking was Soraya. Wherever her gaze fell, whether on the city walls or deep beneath the ground outside, her small scorpions were packed in dense formations. Facing the onslaught of the slime molds layer, which surged like a roaring tide, even her voice quivered slightly. This kind of colossal battle was something she had never witnessed before.

"Head back to the Nest. That's where you truly belong in this fight. As long as the small scorpions aren't wiped out, you and Vexis will remain our greatest hope."

Orion spoke calmly, exuding a quiet confidence. The wave of slime molds layer, sweeping in like a tsunami, seemed no different from any ordinary foe as far as he was concerned. That assessment wasn't far from reality.

From the moment Deputy Commander Edward decided to raise the realm formation, the Champions Alliance had expected this kind of conflict.

Demigod-level enemie would be held off by the Deputy Commander; several arch lords would occupy the slime molds broodmother.

That left only the broodmother counterpart as a threat to Orion—and even then, with Arthas already engaged at the front, the broodmother counterpart wouldn't necessarily be able to target Orion.

"Orion is right. Ensuring our troops keep pouring into the battle line is the only way to maintain our advantage in defending the city."

Lich Vexis, who had seen her share of massive battles, spoke with steady composure. What was more, she had already created another clone. For Vexis, death was hardly a terrifying prospect.

"I understand!"

In this crucial moment, Soraya managed to remain calm as well. After replying, she whipped away in a gust of sand and disappeared back into the sand scorpions' main nest.

"I'm placing command of Soraya City in your hands for now. With Soraya City's secret technique barrier, even an Arch Lord might have trouble killing you instantly.

"My request is that you stabilize the situation and keep summoning undead beings. Can you manage that?"

As Soraya returned to the main nest, Orion turned his back to Vexis, issuing final instructions.

"Lord Orion, rest assured. I've been through fights of this scale."

Orion did not add anything more. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the approaching slime molds layer, an ever-intensifying resolve flickering in his eyes.

Just then, meteors suddenly appeared beyond the runic barrier overhead. Countless flaming meteors rained down like divine punishment, crashing again and again onto the realm formation.

Within that formation, the runes shone like stars, illuminating Valkorath Realm. Colors interlaced and spread, making the entire realm look like something out of a dream.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deep, bone-shaking rumble resounded as the meteors slammed into the realm formation's outer shell, causing the protective layer around Valkorath Realm to tremble violently.

However, the barrier did not shatter. It blocked every single meteor, keeping them at bay in outer space. Valkorath Realm, on the whole, remained intact.

But back in Soraya City, the battle had already ignited.

"For the horde—fight, fight!"

"For life essence—move out!"

"They can't scare us!"

"Brothers, I'm going to hang their heads on Soraya City's walls!"

"…"

Atop the battlements, no one was shouting louder than Dirtclaw, who had transformed into a Hellhound. Standing on the wall was like being on his home turf, and his wolf-like howling inspired confidence in his companions.

"Hahaha… This feels just like facing dark creatures back in Blackstone City!"

Onyx let out a hearty laugh, catching the attention of Earthshaker, Gronthar, Drakthul, and the others.

"From where I stand, these fungal creatures are just an upgraded version of dark creatures—nothing to fear. Besides, even if we die on a battlefield like this, that would be an honor."

Dying in combat was not something that filled them with despair. To them, it was a source of pride.

"The prophet speaks true. Dying is no big deal!"

Earthshaker raised his totem pole high, a fierce resolve surging within him. Living with the possibility of death was the path they had chosen.

"Giants have never feared battle!"

The giant Drakthul shouted too. As a member of the Giant Tribe, he could never afford to shame Orion, the king of the giants, by shrinking from combat.

Clack, clack, clack!

That was the sound of skeleton warriors lifting their weapons.

Ah-haha!

That strange noise came from zombies, their rotting throats twitching.

Ssshhh!

That was the echo of countless small scorpions swishing their tails in unison, an eerie hiss that heralded death.

Then came the roaring collision of the slime molds layer crashing in. The city's grand defensive fight had begun.

Orion soared into the sky, surveying the battlefield from above. In a short time, wars had broken out along all four walls of Soraya City. The sprawling slime molds layer wasn't letting the city's barriers deter it from pushing deeper into the central region.

Looking upward, Orion couldn't hide the flicker of concern passing through his eyes. The commander's elite guard was said to be defending the central region, rumored to be unbelievably strong.

Even so, letting so many slime molds breach those areas could overwhelm them.

Before he could finish this thought, bolts and wind blades flying at the city walls demanded his immediate attention.

As a horde of slime molds mutants burst from the layer, arrow towers bristling on the battlements opened fire on their own. The hiss of bolts piercing flesh, the shriek of wind blades slicing into the mutant slime molds, and the blasts of explosions piled up into a cacophony that drowned out even the bloodline warriors' war cries.

Wielding a trident and carrying a quiver of spears on his back, Orion scanned for any Legendary-level slime molds mutants. Occasionally, he hurled a spear to rescue comrades in peril. The city's defense had fallen into a tense stalemate—and an endurance test for everyone involved.

Meanwhile, in the bottomless abyss of the underworld, nearly a million Dark Worms had been slaughtered over the span of half a month, with Lumi taking part. The underworld was now engulfed in a heavy stench of blood and death.

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Though the cross-realm teleportation array remained defended, Clymene and the others had fallen into a peculiar situation. Before, Grendel had been seriously injured, his soul fire nearly extinguished. Clymene, Vargrum, Mordak, Zorn, Balgor, and Desdemona had all delved into Grendel's body, trying to use their own soul flames to bring him back from the brink.

Now, Grendel's soul fire was significantly stronger, but he and his six rescuers—Clymene, Vargrum, Mordak, Zorn, Balgor, and Desdemona—still had not awakened.

"They've fallen into a strange condition. I'm not sure when they'll wake up."

Lumi cast a glance over everyone and calmly explained her findings. To be honest, Lumi wasn't entirely sure herself who she was speaking to. None of the Stoneheart Horde members present were people she knew well.

Still, she spoke those words more as a gesture of comfort than anything else.