Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 512: Claw of the Reaper

Soraya felt a surge of panic. After that thunderous blast, she had sensed Orion's aura—just for an instant, yet she was certain it was there.

"In a blast like that, no one below Arch Lord level could possibly survive!" Lich Vexis spoke these words with a hint of regret, but primarily with reverence.

Far away, in Bone City.

A dazzling light and the terrifying roar of the explosion rang out; of course Arthas and the slime molds broodmother both noticed it.

Their expressions darkened, looking more grim than ever.

Arthas thought there was no way someone at Legendary level could live through such a catastrophic blast.

The slime molds broodmother, on the other hand, believed her broodmother counterpart had perished and that no reinforcements would arrive now.

"Is Orion truly dead?"

Arthas murmured quietly. He knew that even when he himself was at a Legendary level, he would never survive a detonation of that magnitude against a broodmother counterpart.

"Fuck!"

"I'll make sure that the slime molds broodmother goes to the grave with you!"

Arthas flew out from the slime molds layer and returned to Bone City.

In his hand were over a dozen Lord's Stones and several clusters of life essence.

Among them was the Lord's Stone he had obtained in a trade with Orion.

Arthas opened his massive jaws and swallowed everything in one gulp.

In a mere three seconds, his missing arm and leg began regenerating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Within moments, Arthas was completely restored.

However, this recovery was unnatural, and his current state was highly unstable.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Arthas's four limbs exploded one after another, leaving only his head and torso, which dropped onto the city wall.

Yet at this moment, Arthas had gone mad. He roared in a wild frenzy.

"Faith, body, the power of death…take all you want!"

"Come forth, Claw of the Reaper!"

This was a sacrificial method. Arthas had devoured a huge amount of Lord's Stones and life essence to gain that raging power. Combined with the faith energy he had collected, his limbs served as the medium and were fully offered up as a tribute.

In a space beyond mortal comprehension, an unknown God of Death responded to Arthas.

From the void, the fabric of space tore open. A claw covered in runes and floating with corpse-fumes emerged in utter silence, seizing the slime molds broodmother in an unrelenting grip.

A golden light radiated from the broodmother's body, but it faded the moment it touched the claw.

Crack!

The body of the slime molds broodmother, Gloob, was torn to shreds and instantly absorbed by the Reaper's Claw, leaving no trace behind.

"Keh keh keh… Ga ga ga…"

A hideous, malevolent laugh echoed through the air, lingering in the minds of all survivors like a nightmare.

The Reaper's Claw vanished back into the rift in space, gone without a trace.

On the wall, the utterly exhausted Arthas issued his final command.

"Proceed as normal—wait for my return!"

As soon as he spoke, the greatest Skeleton King of the Necro Realm fell into a deep slumber.

…

During the great war, near Soraya City.

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At the spot where Orion had crashed, a strange scene took place.

Zilan…in this world, that name symbolizes both gentleness and courage.

It is a flower of formidable adaptability, able to take root in the harshest of environments.

In the massive explosion, Orion's body was not annihilated entirely, thanks to the protection of his Titan Form.

Still, his condition was dire—he was nearly burnt to a crisp.

Strangely, upon Orion's chest, a pattern appeared: the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms.

A Zilan had taken root in Orion's body, occupying him fully.

"I told you…all that you are shall one day belong to me!"

"You managed to endure arch lord-level power while still at Legendary rank. Your potential is more than enough to become my divine servant."

"Now it's time to hand over everything you have!"

In a space unknown, a Flower Goddess who had scattered her seed into this plane channeled tremendous divine power into it.

Within the Valkorath Realm, the Zilan sprouting from Orion's body multiplied before one's very eyes.

Within moments, vast fields of blossoms spread out, as far as the eye could see—like a dream, yet tinged with terror.

In every region overwhelmed by the Zilan, all slime molds mutants became unwilling fertilizer.

Nowhere was this more evident than within the slime molds layer. As soon as the flowers touched it, they grew madly.

Clearly, the Zilan had its sights set on the power and nutrients within that slime molds layer.

In just a few moments, the area where Orion had fallen was transformed into a sea of flowers.

A gentle breeze sent ripples through that floral ocean, the swaying Zilan like soldiers cheering in triumph.

Orion's body was already ensnared by countless silver roots and stems. The energy and nutrients the Zilan drew from the slime molds layer were rapidly poured into him.

Orion's body, receiving new life, began to replenish its life energy.

The Curse of a Hundred Blossoms that had marked Orion's chest spread over his entire form, leaving not even his pupils untouched.

If anyone had come close, they would have noticed two Zilan blooming in Orion's eyes.

But Orion, trapped in his own consciousness, was gradually slipping away.

…

High above, the realm formation, which had been shaking under the onslaught of meteors, abruptly regained stability.

Streams of rich world essence, channeled through the World Tree at the continent's center, poured into the realm formation.

The realm formation radiated a seven-colored glow and destroyed every meteor approaching Valkorath Realm.

"We've won!"

Demigod Edward's imposing voice echoed across the sky, brimming with joy and a hint of self-satisfaction.

This entire demigod-led battle, orchestrated by him, had ultimately ended in his favor.

The slime molds mother deity ceased its assault—there was no point in continuing.

"Is it all over…?"

The voice of the slime molds mother deity carried slight regret.

She felt remorse at failing to conquer Valkorath Realm in time and secure this resource-rich world for her own people.

"Release my subjects!"

"In return, I will form a contract with you, agreeing not to reveal this world's spatial coordinates."

"Otherwise, I will draw enemies to you in endless waves."

The slime molds mother deity spoke with authority. It was an offer of exchange, not simply a threat.

"That's impossible!"

Deputy Commander Edward rejected the demigod's demand. With the realm formation raised, all fungal creatures left in Valkorath Realm were nothing more than fresh meat waiting to be slaughtered.

Yet at that moment, a voice spoke quietly into Edward's ear.

"Agree."

"But only return the three slime molds broodmothers that are still alive."