Titan King: Ascension of the Giant
Chapter 712 - 712: A conspiracy

"Everyone, this is a gift someone sent us. Of course, it's also a conspiracy."

With Delilah's current insight and perspective, she quickly figured out the hidden truth behind this bizarre incident.

Someone did not want the Blood Elves and the Stoneheart Horde to remain in a wait-and-see state in this Sea Race war.

To this end, they had deliberately instigated a conflict involving the Stoneheart Horde.

The moment Delilah finished speaking, the corpses all burst apart, their blood drenching the nearby damp earth.

A blood-red, mystical pattern rapidly took shape under everyone's gaze.

Immediately after, mournful wails echoed from within the mystical pattern, and one by one, white phantoms streamed out—they were vengeful spirits.

The vengeful spirits stared at Delilah and the others with extreme malice, then quickly drifted towards the sea.

"Not good! Disperse them!"

Unfortunately, it was too late!

By the time Delilah and Gormathar made their move, the most powerful of the vengeful spirits had already vanished, its trail completely gone.

"This is a frame-up!"

Delilah's expression was icy, her teeth clenched as she stared at the spot where the vengeful spirits had disappeared. Their group had been played for fools by some unknown entity.

"Elder of Stewardship, what do we do now?"

Dace, Otho, Ursa, Drakthul, and Gormathar also wore grim expressions; the appearance of the vengeful spirits had made them understand what had transpired.

"Continue excavating the canal. At the same time, prepare for battle!"

"The Sea Race's retaliation may arrive soon. And when it comes, it might bring a great tsunami with it."

"…"

Emerald Dream Realm, Lorelia City.

The main army returned from Gloomwood Forest but did not stop at Red Moon Valley. Instead, under Leonidas's leadership, they continued their invasion northwards.

Orion had come to Lorelia City specifically to deliver the dark fiend lord's corpse to his sister Clymene and the others.

As the dark fiend lord's corpse fell into that pile of bones, the bones absorbed it as swiftly as a sponge soaking up water.

The dark fiend lord's corpse writhed for a moment as some magical changes occurred within it.

A short while later, the corpse visibly shrank and withered, ultimately leaving behind only a hide and stark white bones.

Sensing his sister's aura continuously strengthening, a smile appeared on Orion's face, and he turned and left the secret chamber.

After a brief greeting with Lumi, Orion departed Lorelia City, heading north to catch up with the main army.

North, the ground vanguard unit.

"Haha… This should be our Stoneheart Horde's second Alpha-level abyssal dragon, right?"

"Yes, it is indeed the second Alpha-level abyssal dragon."

As the commander of the cavalry regiment, Thundar was the most knowledgeable about the horde's battle mounts.

Fergus's companion was, in fact, the second abyssal dragon in the horde to advance to Alpha-level.

"Bro Fergus, seeing you reminds me of Orion a few years ago."

In Dirtclaw's eyes, the current Fergus already possessed some of the air Orion had about him years ago.

Of course, he meant the Orion who was at Alpha-level several years prior.

"I must also thank both Elders for their assistance. Otherwise, my companion Nyther would likely have faced dire peril this time."

Fergus showed a grateful expression; Nyther's advancement left him thrilled.

Nyther was the name of Fergus's abyssal dragon, a name Fergus himself had given it.

"With the abyss opening in recent years, some of the younger generation in the giant tribe have also managed to subdue abyssal dragons."

"Unfortunately, their numbers are too few, not even enough to form a single cavalry squad."

"Fergus, after the war ends, you should go back and lead the Raptor armies!"

Thundar glanced at the abyssal dragon beneath Fergus, planning to hand over the command of the Raptor cavalry regiment to him.

The combination of abyssal dragons and Raptors should create a uniquely potent force.

"Elder, can I really do it?"

"If I say you can, you definitely can!"

Thundar was the Elder of Combat; all cavalry within the horde were under his management, so he had the authority to make such an appointment.

"Thundar, let's travel together this time. With Fergus and his abyssal dragon assisting, the three of us can definitely wreak havoc."

"Alright!"

Several days later, as the main army continued its northward advance, Orion appeared beside Leonidas after a flash of lightning.

"What's the situation now?"

Orion appeared beside Leonidas, sharing a wyvern with him.

Leonidas was quite lazy and, in his normal state, generally unwilling to fly.

"That aura is quite distant. That Arch Lord probably isn't with the Nethervarg Soulflayers."

Orion's brow twitched upon hearing this. According to the intelligence he had obtained, the Nethervarg Soulflayers were the most likely faction to harbor an Arch Lord.

However, Leonidas was now giving him a negative answer.

For a moment, information regarding the Nethervarg Soulflayers, the Zephyrkin Swifts, and the Charghast Infernals flooded Orion's mind.

Ultimately, Orion focused his attention on the Hellhound Knights.

The Shadow Paper Figures had located the lair of the Charghast Infernals but had not discovered any mysterious, powerful hidden entities.

Nor had they found any strange items similar to the sarcophagus, which filled Orion with doubt.

"Could it be that the Shadow Paper Figures overlooked something?"

Orion pondered, continuously filtering the intelligence he had acquired.

"If it's not the Nethervarg Soulflayers, that's good too. We can take the opportunity to weaken the enemy's forces further."

Leonidas's thinking was simple: if the powerful enemy didn't appear, then they would just eliminate more of their minions.

Just as Orion was about to speak, he sensed something and looked up towards the front.

A wind, seemingly originating from the void, blew towards them—unseen and subtle.

"Lord!"

Orion gazed at Gustalon. The aura emanating from the latter gave Orion an ethereal and insubstantial, almost illusory feeling.

Gustalon, in this state, had already taken a crucial step towards advancing to the Legendary level.

"What's the situation?"

Orion nodded, inquiring about the intelligence. As the Stoneheart Horde's foremost battlefield scout, Gustalon was exceptional and rarely disappointed.

"Lord, the Nethervarg Soulflayers are currently moving north. Their direction of advance is towards the territory of the Hellhound Knights."

This latest news brought back by Gustalon startled both Orion and Leonidas. They then exchanged glances, each seeing the gravity in the other's eyes.

"I understand. From now on, you are free to act independently."

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