Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 352 The lesser must obey the greater

Wooo-wooo-wooo…

Rooarrr…

In the next instant, a series of deep, resonant war horns blasted through the air, shaking the battlefield to its core. Countless bestial howls swelled from low rumbles to shrieking crescendos, creating a suffocating, heavy atmosphere.

The war had begun. The allied army had launched its attack.

A layer of dark-red armor materialized around Orion's body, and when the sunlight hit it just right, it flared with a dazzling, blood-like gleam. Holding his trident, Flame of Will, Orion let out a roar and shot forward like a bolt of lightning, rising to the center of the battlefield high above the ground.

At the same time, Jorik, Gareth, Ironhoof, Bluehide, and Lokiviria all used their own powers to ascend into the sky.

"Come! Let's get this fight started!!"

Surprisingly, it wasn't Orion who shouted these words—it was the other giant king, Balor, stepping off the city walls.

Orion saw it clearly: with each step Balor took, a surge of inky-black energy rose beneath his feet.

Meanwhile, Blood Elf Elanor took the lead on the other side, followed by Boarfolk Boarion, Gnome Brimli, and Blood Elf Faelar, each one joining Balor.

But just then, Orion and Balor spoke in unison:

"Praise the Titan God! By the oath of the Titan God, the lesser must obey the greater!"

"Praise the Titan God! By the oath of the Titan God, the lesser must obey the greater!"

Their voices boomed across the entire battlefield, echoing all the way to the rear of the allied forces and into Starveil City itself.

In that moment, every giant—whether from the Stoneheart clan or the Starveil clan—stood frozen, ears trained on those words. They knew this was the crucial hour for their kings, the moment that would honor the entire giant race. A true giant king would emerge from this conflict.

"I, Orion Stoneheart, Giant King, command the Starveil giants to follow me and wage war for the giants!"

"I, Balor Starveil, Giant King, command the Stoneheart giants to follow me, that we may wage war for the giants!"

Once again, they spoke at the same time, eyes locked on each other. The contest for the title of Giant King was packed with ritual and ceremony.

"Praise the Titan God! By the oath of the Titan God, I, Orion Stoneheart, grant Balor Starveil the right to challenge me and reclaim his freedom!"

"Praise the Titan God! By the oath of the Titan God, I, Balor Starveil, grant Orion Stoneheart the right to challenge me and reclaim his freedom!"

It was the giant race's way of declaring war internally, a pre-battle vow. Thanks to these formal words and rites, any vanquished giant bloodline warrior had the right to seek protection from other giants—essentially a safeguard to keep the giant race from tearing itself apart entirely. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

"Hahaha… You guys didn't disappoint me—the fact you made it all the way down from the north says plenty," Balor said. "If you lose, I'll make sure to leave your body intact and give you a proper burial!"

His deep voice held an undercurrent of savagery.

Orion studied Balor, a surge of awe welling up inside him. It was Orion's first time meeting these southern Starveil giants, and he found it both jarring and fascinating.

The Blackstone Giants and Ironbone Giants both worshipped the Titan God and had received His blessings. Blackstone Giants got the lion's share of physical might, while the Ironbone Giants inherited more cunning and wisdom. (Orion and his kin were Stoneheart Giants—this surname hailing from the Titan.)

Usually, Blackstone Giants outclassed Ironbone Giants in raw strength, while Ironbone Giants beat Blackstone Giants in brains and scheming. Starveil Giants and Shadowabyss Giants, by contrast, were bestowed a different kind of Titan gift. They both had bestial features. Starveil Giants had larger, longer fangs than the Shadowabyss Giants, while Shadowabyss Giants had longer, skinnier ears than the Starveil Giants.

Glancing at Balor's four massive tusks, Orion felt an odd sense of déjà vu.

"I never imagined giants would still be living in the south," Orion said. "I should thank you—your existence brings me that much closer to becoming the true Giant King."

Even as he spoke, Orion's gaze flicked toward the second title on his status panel: Giant King.

Its description stated that a king's authority and roar would instill fear in all other giants. Giants weaker than the king would most likely submit unconditionally, bending to his will. Orion, however, could confirm that the title had zero effect on Balor standing before him.

"And if you lose, I'll make sure to leave your body intact and give you a proper burial," Orion answered—almost word for word.

Balor just laughed silently, eyes gleaming with confidence. He clearly had no plans for what would happen if he lost.

"All right, let's get started. I'm ready to throw down."

Orion stayed calm. He gave a slow nod and answered with a simple, "Fine."

Boom!

Boom!

An instant later, a trident and a monstrous spiked club, each cloaked in transcendent power, crashed from the sky.

They struck the ground like cannonballs, exploding on impact. The shockwave emptied the area of the attacking allied forces—several giants and Blood Elves on Starveil's walls weren't spared either.

"No one step into this area—those who do will die!"

"No one step into this area—those who do will die!"

Together, King Orion and King Balor spoke as they each descended to the portion of the battlefield their weapons had just blasted clear.

Simultaneously, high above, Jorik hovered with Gareth, Ironhoof, Lokiviria, and Bluehide, blocking off Elanor, Boarfolk Boarion, Gnome Brimli, and Blood Elf Faelar.

"Until those two giant kings decide their match, I suggest nobody move," Aldous called out. He was an ogre, and the smaller of his two heads flickered with cunning. "If we start mixing it up now, the fallout of our fight could take out this entire city."

Elanor, the upper Legendary-level Blood Elf, stayed motionless and silent, which suited her just fine. Even with her formidable power, the northern alliance had one more Legendary-level fighter than her side did.

Although there were various gaps in ability among Legendary powerhouses, those differences wouldn't be obvious in such a short time. In other words, if it came to an all-out brawl, Elanor's side wouldn't be favored to win.

And so, a strange scene played out: nine Legendary-level fighters floating mid-air over the battlefield, like nine impartial referees gazing down on the showdown between the two giant kings.

On the ground below—except for the no-man's region carved out by Orion and Balor—the war raged on.

Cave spiders, centaur archers, insectoids, icefield snow wolves, ogres, scorpions… all swept around those two giants, continuing their fierce attack on Starveil City.

For rank-and-file warriors, the bloodshed never paused just because the lords had started their own duel.

Attack and defense, life and death—they all marched forward without stopping.