Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 506: Death domain

"Die?"

"I hail from the realm of death. I am the King of Death!"

"In the world of death, there is no light, and there is no darkness."

"Death is merely one's final destination."

Arthas slowly drew his longsword. A white flame with no heat ignited along its blade.

This was soul-scorching fire, a weapon that burns souls—one of Arthas's most prized abilities.

"Welcome to my death domain. Here is where the sleepers come to rest!"

The surrounding world changed, reduced to a vast emptiness.

Within this domain, countless shadows and illusions flickered.

The only tangible realities were Arthas himself, a slime molds broodmother, and three broodmother counterparts.

A layer of bone armor materialized around Arthas. There were no elaborate ornaments—just stark, exposed white bone.

Then, from the shadows behind him, a massive body of faith stepped forth.

"Fuzz-Bubble World!"

Meanwhile, behind the slime molds broodmother, a ring-shaped slime molds Nest appeared, continuously spraying spores in all directions.

Wherever the spores drifted, layers of fuzz and bubbles sprang up, rapidly expanding and encroaching on Arthas's death domain.

"This world needs a downpour of deathly rain."

Arthas raised his longsword, and under the effect of the death domain, a black rain began to fall.

Wherever the rain fell, the fuzz and bubbles shrank swiftly.

Two distinct worlds collided head-on with friction and confrontation.

Beside the slime molds broodmother, the three broodmother counterparts revealed their true forms, charging forward at once.

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The first looked like a tadpole with a zipper-like mouth—its split was huge, lined with countless sharp teeth. Its head bristled with myriad tiny eyes.

The second, while in flight, merged itself into one pulsing mass of flesh—constantly dividing and multiplying, growing ever larger.

The third was a humanoid monster, sporting not just horns but spikes as well. Its long, thin hair draped behind it like a mane.

Additionally, it had fleshy wings, a tapering tail, bony spurs jutting from its forearms, and backward-facing spikes along its spine—an ideal combat weapon, reminiscent of an abyssal demon at first glance.

Arthas stood impassively. His figure blurred momentarily, and three indistinct phantoms emerged from his body. These were skeletal apparitions, which at once lunged at the three broodmother counterparts.

As for Arthas himself, he hefted his sword and advanced toward the slime molds broodmother, step by measured step.

"I've been waiting for so long, and you finally dared to show yourself!"

…

Soraya City, in the region more than 100 miles north of the city wall, Orion narrowly evaded the fatal attack from underground.

"An arch lord being?"

Orion glanced back, shocked at what he saw.

Bursting from the ground's slime molds layer was an ancient giant-horned whale. Massive in bulk, it resembled an aircraft carrier.

The most terrifying feature was the whale's upper jaw, sporting a wickedly pointed horn nearly as long as its own body.

Once the ancient giant-horned whale righted itself, it aimed that monstrous horn straight at Orion once again.

"You pitiful existence, I will devour you and erase you from this world forever."

This telepathic pronouncement, courtesy of the broodmother counterpart, emanated from the giant-horned whale.

Orion did not respond. Instead, he transformed into Titan Form, his body steadily enlarging until he nearly matched the whale's size.

"WAAAGH!"

He bellowed, driving out fear and any lingering reluctance to fight.

Then Orion activated Battle Craving and Berserk Aura, allowing himself to enter a frenzied state.

Facing a true arch lord being, Orion did not hold back. He gripped his trident and launched Instant Impact.

To the ancient giant-horned whale, Orion's defiance was pure provocation.

The whale rose into midair as though the atmosphere itself were an ocean. Its body quivered, the massive horn aimed forward, initiating a horn charge.

But that was not all. Its enormous tail swished mightily, churning the air. A surge of wind elements gathered behind it, granting additional propulsion.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

In that instant, propelled by external force, the ancient giant-horned whale executed its horn charge with the added force of a massive impact.

The air resonated with an echo similar to sonic explosions—more precisely, the sound of space being struck.

The speed and sound were so intense that they outmatched even Orion's Instant Impact.

Witnessing this, Orion instantly dismissed the notion of clashing head-on.

Initially, he had planned on locking horns with the whale to gauge the difference in strength and physical durability between his Titan Form and that of an arch lord being.

However, the whale's impending collision made him abandon the idea.

Hence, Orion dodged the whale's horn charge, yet he continued his assault, aiming for the giant-horned whale's massive, bloodshot eye.

The whale's gaze, shot through with blood-red streaks, watched Orion's approach with blatant contempt.

Then came a surge of rampant killing intent.

The ancient giant-horned whale opened its maw, emitting a noise somewhere between crying, laughter, and the toll of a bell. The entire space around Orion quaked.

This was a sonic attack of formidable power.

Upon reaching the whale, Orion succumbed to confusion—an unsettling sensation caused by the rattle of space itself that robbed him of physical control.

Derision, disdain, and cool arrogance…

That was the gaze of a predator overlooking its prey!

Orion saw it clearly—those sentiments glinted in the whale's colossal eyes.

Then helplessly, he watched as the horn swung toward him, striking him squarely.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

It was the sound of bones fracturing and splintering. Under the force of the sonic onslaught, Orion was hurled into the air.

Pain.

Excruciating pain.

Even with Berserk Aura muffling his sense of injury, the agony ravaged his mind and spirit.

Despite Orion's Titan Form, the gap between a Legendary fighter and an Arch Lord was overwhelming.

Honestly, once Orion hit the peak of the legendary level, he had thought his abilities, coupled with various gear, would enable him to stand against an arch lord.

But confronting a broodmother counterpart, Orion realized how naive that assumption was.

Such an immense suppression by a higher class could not be bridged with common means.

Fortunately, Titan Form granted formidable regenerative power. Though severely wounded, Orion was by no means out of the fight.