Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 433 : He’s grown stronger again

Blood Elf Lycanor was holding a goblet. With a casual turn of her wrist, the wine in the cup rippled, then gradually formed a small water tornado.

Toying with the goblet, Lycanor said nothing. She looked up at Aldous once, then withdrew her gaze.

Seeing this, Orion instantly understood Lycanor's attitude.

Orion turned around and glanced at Prince Theodore, who was hovering above the colosseum, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

"Perfect timing. Let's see how my new skill, [Instant Impact], performs."

With a mighty boom, Orion transformed into lightning and, in the blink of an eye, appeared in midair over the colosseum, confronting Prince Theodore directly.

"Your Highness, are you dissatisfied with the performance I've prepared for you?"

While speaking, Orion drew out his trident, the Flame of Will.

Prince Theodore gazed at Orion, a smile tugging at his lips. In truth, on this diplomatic visit to the giants' territory, beyond his stated goals, Prince Theodore also had other hidden objectives.

He sought opportunities to gauge the approximate strength of both the ogre lord and the giant lord. After all, the powers of Ogre Aldous and Giant Orion would determine how the human kingdom should approach these two neighboring forces.

Not long ago, Prince Theodore had engaged in a fierce battle with Ogre Aldous, discovering that Aldous was almost at the upper Legendary level. Now it was time to test Giant Orion.

Previously, Prince Theodore had been waiting for a suitable excuse to challenge Orion—and the death of Galahad, as well as the humiliation of Princess Ava, now provided that chance.

"Lord Orion, our joy cannot be founded on the blood and death of others. The shadow of evil will ultimately be dispelled by the light of justice."

Upon hearing this, Orion burst into raucous laughter. In this land, the ones least qualified to talk about justice were humans, dwarves, and Blood Elves.

For over ten thousand years, the so-called prosperity and pretended righteousness of these three races had been built upon the suffering of the races north of their borders. The more brutal the northern tribes were made to be, the more despicable the actions of the three so-called 'civilized' races.

Orion did not think these three races were necessarily wrong; rather, it was that they shouldn't act like a whore and then pretend to be saintly.

"Your Highness, I have never seen the justice you speak of!"

Orion raised his trident and aimed its prongs at Prince Theodore. A tremendous force gathered, congealing into a giant spectral trident that fell from above toward the prince.

The overwhelming pressure descended, making Prince Theodore feel as though he was about to plummet from the sky. Having only recently ascended to Legendary rank, he would have been crushed by Orion's aura alone if not for the protection of his sacred armor.

After devouring four Lord's Stones, Orion had not quite reached peak Legendary rank, but he was close. Just as Prince Theodore was on the verge of collapse, runes flared on his armor, accompanied by the sound of grinding metal, and a golden shield of holy light appeared around him. This barrier freed him from Orion's oppressive force.

In the grand hall below, Blood Elf Lycanor and Ogre Aldous had been watching the battle closely.

"He's grown stronger again."

Prince Theodore might not have sensed it, but Lycanor, having fought Orion multiple times, felt it clearly. The pressure Orion exerted at this moment was a threat she had only ever experienced when facing the Elf King wielding tribal relics.

"Heh heh heh… The stronger Orion becomes, the more peace will truly come to this region. Am I right?"

Ogre Bluehide, hefting a spiked club, fixed one of his heads on Lycanor with a menacing stare while the other head grinned up at the scene of the fight.

Lycanor turned to study Bluehide carefully, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Only now did she realize that this ogre lord, who had befriended the giant king, seemed to have been hiding his true power all along.

"Indeed. The fact that Prince Theodore hasn't opened a direct trade route through the ogre territory surely means he didn't gain any advantage over you."

Lycanor silently contemplated this newfound insight into the neighboring ogre tribe, forming a different impression of the Blood Elves' close neighbor.

"You're correct. If the two of you were weak, what would await you would be neither fairness nor mercy, but endless slave-hunting parties."

Lycanor spoke bluntly. Outwardly, humanity, dwarves, and Blood Elves appeared to have coexisted peacefully for thousands of years, but behind the scenes?

The human kingdom harbored numerous despicable slaver groups that repeatedly snuck into Blood Elf territory, capturing and killing many of them. Because Blood Elves shared elf ancestry, each one of them was strikingly beautiful, an immense temptation for humans. And that very allure gave rise to the slavers—those vile humans who abducted Blood Elves and used them as tools to vent their sexual desires.

Especially among the human kingdom's nobles, the number of Blood Elf sex slaves they kept in their palaces was astonishing.

True peace had never truly existed; it was only a façade of balance at best.

The Blood Elves were painfully aware of the humans' many sordid deeds, yet because humans possessed Saints, both dwarves and Blood Elves dared not openly oppose them. Ultimately, all of this boiled down to individual power and the overall strength of one's race.

"Hahaha… If enemies come, I've got a club. And if that's not strong enough, I've got friends!"

Ogre Aldous roared with laughter.

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Boom!

Just as Aldous finished speaking, the fight above the colosseum erupted. A minute earlier, when Orion saw Prince Theodore break free from his oppressive aura, he launched a surprise attack. In Theodore's view, Orion's form only seemed to flicker, and then Orion was right in front of him.

A dull thud resounded, and Theodore was sent hurtling through the air—flung directly out of Stoneheart City. As for Orion, he stood where Theodore had been moments before, gazing off at the prince he had just knocked away.

A fierce gust howled, and Prince Theodore—his face full of shock—returned from outside the city to the skies above the colosseum. Before he could speak, Orion vanished again in a flash.

Crack!

This time, Orion reappeared behind Prince Theodore, his colossal frame bearing down like a meteor from on high. Once more, Theodore was blasted away. Meanwhile, the holy light shield that had protected him moments before was shattered under a strike from the trident.

A smile spread across Orion's face as he withdrew the trident and, in a burst of lightning, returned to the grand hall.

Moments later, Prince Theodore flew in again, his expression dark.

"Your Highness, you're no match for me."

"The human king himself might be qualified to challenge me, but you are not."

Orion's tone was both proud and dismissive, and no one in the hall dared voice a single objection.