Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 791: Hulk and the Giant King

Leonidas spoke with the gravity of a man who had survived centuries of war, his words landing with the weight of hard-won truth. When he finally finished, Orion understood.

"For us, my friend," Leonidas had said, his eyes clear despite the ale, "the rank of Archlord is only the beginning."

They had drunk until they were insensible, talking long into the night, the bonds of their friendship forged anew in the fires of shared experience and honest counsel. The next day, in a grand hall set aside as his private chambers, Orion sat upon a newly-carved throne and contemplated the paths that now lay before him.

First, Leonidas was right. He had to learn caution. His true body, the anchor of his soul, had to learn to evade risk.

Second, the power he had long nurtured within himself, the Triple Mirror Image, was ready. Now that he had ascended, the echoes of his soul born from that power had ascended with him, reaching the Archlord tier in raw potential, though they had not yet forged their own bodies of faith. It was time to give them form and purpose.

But before that, there was one last piece of business. With a wave of his hand, two chests appeared before him. One was the spoils from the Abyssal Devil Ray, Mokka, which he had not yet opened. The other was a team chest, a gift from the Deputy Commander on behalf of the Alliance, a reward for providing them with the Rite of the Serpent Trinity.

Though the Sigil of Substitution had been Edward’s contribution, the opportunity had been Orion’s to seize, and his part was graciously acknowledged. The chest was ornate and familiar, much like the one the Commander had gifted him when he first joined their ranks.

With no need for hesitation, he opened them. Two items floated into the air.

[Abyssal Devil Shield]

Type: Shield

Quality: Legendary

Inherent Skill: Devil’s Gaze

Description: The gaze of the devil sows unease in the hearts of your enemies. The devilish eye upon the shield will confound their sight, their senses, and their judgment, plunging them into a waking nightmare. At the same time, the devil is mighty, and its hide is nigh unbreakable.

Evaluation: The Devil’s Gaze is both a judgment and a punishment.

The first was a Legendary shield, dropped by the Devil Ray. Orion frowned. A shield felt... limiting. In the past, he would have immediately sought to trade it. But now, with a body of faith that possessed eight arms, six of them were still empty.

He reached out and touched the shield. It vanished, reappearing in his mind’s eye. There, the four-headed Asura Titan held his trident in one hand, the Commander’s Blade Flash in another, and now, the Abyssal Devil Shield was held in a third. It was shaped like a leering demonic face with great tusks, its central eye pulsing with a malevolent light, ready to cast debilitating curses upon his foes. It was a terrifying, monstrous bulwark.

He turned his attention to the second item. It was a pair of exquisitely crafted boots, in an exotic, eastern style.

[Boots of the War-Tyrant]

Type: Footwear

Quality: Legendary

Inherent Skill 1: Tyrant’s Bloodlight

Description: The Tyrant is a being of pure slaughter, whose power is fueled by rage and fury. Unleash a beam of wicked, crimson light to annihilate the foe before you.

Inherent Skill 2: Precise Translocation

Description: Before the bloodlight annihilates your foe, it is best to have already left.

Note: These boots can only be attuned to a single translocation point. Choose your anchor wisely.

Evaluation: These boots were crafted by a demigod from the flayed hide and sinew of a slain Asuran tyrant. To wear them is to walk the path to the pinnacle of power. It is also to earn the eternal hatred and pursuit of the Asura race.

Another Legendary item. This one, with its incredible power and craftsmanship, had to be from the Commander himself. Such an artifact would be considered a treasure even by Leonidas and Alexander.

Setting the boots aside, Orion laid out the last of his new assets. Two masterfully crafted tridents, gifts from Alexander and Leonidas to mark his ascension. And a scroll from the Deputy Commander—a forbidden spell or a secret rite, Orion knew, another trump card for his arsenal.

Staring at the collection of power, he summoned his two mirror images into existence.

"From this day forward, you are Hulk," he said to the first.

"And you," he said to the second, "are the Giant King."

The names were a declaration of their purpose, the roles they would now play.

The two masterwork tridents were the most suitable weapons for them, as they had inherited most of Orion’s skills. He gave one to each.

To the avatar named Hulk, he then bestowed the complete, blood-red Ghostbone Armor from Arthas, the Dragonscale Leather Armor he had flayed from his own hide long ago, and the new magic scroll from Edward. This avatar was now a frontline champion, equipped for brutal, close-quarters combat.

To the other, the Giant King, he gave the Lightning Cloak and the newly acquired Boots of the War-Tyrant. With the ability to attack and escape, and a forbidden spell as a final resort, this avatar was a mobile, unpredictable skirmisher.

After distributing the treasures, Orion was left with his trident, Flame of Will; his Titan Emblem; and the new Abyssal Devil Shield. He dismissed the avatars, his mind already moving pieces across a continental board. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Hulk would remain here in the Emerald Dream Realm with Leonidas’s avatar, a steadfast guardian of their foothold. Should a full-scale war erupt, his true body would descend.

The Giant King would allow himself to be pulled by the demigods of his home world, Titanion, to the great two-realm battlefield. As an Archlord, the time had come for the secrets of his own world to be laid bare to him. He was a native of that realm; it was only right that he integrate himself into its circle of power, to forge new alliances—or make new enemies—for the Stoneheart Horde.

And as for Orion himself, his true body... he would return to his own domain. He would sit upon his throne in Stoneheart City, and he would finally, truly, begin to build his kingdom.

He sat there for a long time, his face unreadable, his gaze fixed on a future only he could see.

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