Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 510: Go all in

What does it feel like to be trapped and killed?

It's an immense pressure, a perpetual surge of pain and terror that only continues to grow. That's exactly where Orion finds himself now—completely at a loss.

When Orion first activated his Titan Form and triggered the Blood Sacrifice, he easily slew Ariel, who was one level higher than he was at the time.

Back then, Ariel was merely at the lower Legendary level, making the victory seem effortless. That success gave Orion tremendous confidence—faith in his Titan bloodline.

But things are different this time.

Orion's enemy is a mighty broodmother counterpart accompanied by an ancient giant-horned whale—one that's colossal in size and powerful in its abilities. What's more, this ancient giant-horned whale isn't a mere newcomer at the Arch Lord level but rather an upper Arch Lord, second only to the slime molds broodmother.

In this fight, Orion is struggling hard.

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Right now, trapped by the ancient giant-horned whale's devouring power, Orion stands immobilized within a cage made of bone swords, which confines his movements. Meanwhile, his ears are assaulted constantly by the whale's shrill cries—sonic reverberations and sonar imprisonment.

If the bone sword cage restricts Orion's body, then the sonar imprisonment and sonic vibration attacks bear down on his spirit.

In this state, Orion can only concentrate on resisting the invasive sounds echoing in his mind. Worse yet, beyond the bone sword cage lies an additional Spatial Water Prison.

Inside that Spatial Water Prison, waves of Acidic Corrosion sweep over Orion like a spring, constantly eroding his body. His situation looks grim—he cannot move, and escape seems impossible.

So, the two sides remain locked in a stalemate, gradually wearing each other down.

…

Bone City, death domain.

Crackling noises fill the air—flames burning.

More precisely, the sound of oil igniting.

A gigantic tadpole-shaped slime molds monster lies at Arthas's feet.

"One fewer enemy."

"If you came here, don't even think about leaving my domain alive."

Standing atop this defeated tadpole-like slime molds monster, Arthas allows the white flames licking his own body to go completely ignored. The blaze seems to carry no heat for him, raging across his form without causing him the slightest harm.

But in the blink of an eye, the body beneath Arthas's feet is consumed to nothing.

"Your body of faith has been shattered. You've lost your strongest trump card."

"The next to die will be you!"

With its foot planted on the layer, the slime molds broodmother gathers limitless power within. Its mouth swells, and it spits out three mucus-coated eggs.

Upon landing in the slime molds layer, these three eggs hungrily absorb the layer's nutrition and energy. A minute later, three slime molds mutants emerge, shaped vaguely like massive dragons. Unlike dragons, however, they are covered in a dense array of sharp spikes rather than scales, and they bear an extra set of menacing claws on their abdomens.

Strangest of all, each of these fearsome slime molds mutants radiates an aura of light magic. This bizarre combination quickly draws Arthas's attention.

"It seems you came prepared."

Indeed, to take Arthas down, the slime molds broodmother had secretly nurtured three Arch Lord-level, light-affinity slime molds mutants—waiting for this very day.

"Evil undead must be cleansed!"

The broodmother's voice resonates with an almost magnetic quality. At this moment, it resembles some radiant goddess awakened in mortal form.

"Hahaha…"

Arthas lets out a peal of laughter. A monster like the slime molds broodmother actually labeling him an evil undead is absurd to him.

"Fungal creatures using light magic? What a joke."

He raises his sword slowly, pointing it directly at one particular slime molds mutant.

"Fatal Strike!"

Intense sword energy erupts, fused with both deathly aura and flames. The two forces combined reach their pinnacle, radiating like a black sun.

At that instant, an unusual light illuminates the death domain. Beneath that glow, all things melt and disintegrate.

…

Soraya City, surrounding area.

While Arthas grows ever more formidable in combat, Orion refuses to let himself be worn away by corrosion, fighting back fiercely.

Under the restraint of sonar imprisonment and sonic vibrations, Orion feels every muscle in his body tighten as if being compressed bit by bit. The intense pressure on his eardrums and pupils is agonizingly clear—worse than suffocation, as though his whole body and spirit might be squeezed into a flat disc.

Crack!

During this relentless compression, the Curse of Sorrow at Orion's waist, already under strain, finally shatters. The moment it breaks, the long-suppressed Curse of a Hundred Blossoms emerges like a beast unleashed, and its curse markings instantly appear upon Orion's chest.

A flurry of flower buds, crystalline and divine, begins to bloom, leaving Orion with an aura that's both fierce and strangely sacred.

But this is hardly a blessing. In such a critical moment, the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms is like salt poured into a wound—a poisonous threat to Orion's very life.

With an Arch Lord-level enemy before him, and no reinforcements in sight, Orion grows more anxious by the minute. The sudden flare of the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms makes him realize that he can rely only on himself.

"Looks like I have no choice but to go all in!"

Whether it's a grim acceptance of his fate or simply refusing to surrender, Orion suddenly feels like the ancient giant-horned whale's crushing pressure has eased a bit.

"All right then, let's hurt each other!"

WAAAGH!

Orion keeps roaring, echoing from the depths of his soul.

As Titan's Roar erupts, the sonar imprisonment and sonic vibrations are momentarily forced back, freeing Orion's body for a split second.

In the next moment, Eightfold Spear Barrage manifests—but not as a wide-area attack this time. Instead, Orion fuses all his spider spears into one, forging a crimson trident enveloped in potent energy that crackles with electricity.

"Break!"

He hurls the trident straight toward the ancient giant-horned whale, aiming for its depths.

But that isn't the end. The Battle Will Surge array before Orion shrinks rapidly, allowing him to use Instant Impact and charge straight ahead.

By doing so, Orion's body is once again subjected to the brunt of sonar imprisonment and sonic vibrations—to say nothing of the Spatial Water Prison and Acidic Corrosion that follow, then finally the physical damage inflicted by the bone sword cage.

The instant Orion bursts free, the Battle Will Surge array absorbs the Spatial Water Prison and Acidic Corrosion before shattering in turn.