What does it feel like to be trapped and killed?
It's an imnse pressure, a perpetual surge of pain and terror that only continues to grow. That's exactly where Orion finds himself now—completely at a loss.
When Orion first activated his Titan Form and triggered the Blood Sacrifice, he easily slew Ariel, who was one level higher than he was at the ti.
Back then, Ariel was rely at the lower Legendary level, making the victory seem effortless. That success gave Orion trendous confidence—faith in his Titan bloodline.
But things are different this ti.
Orion's enemy is a mighty broodmother counterpart accompanied by an ancient giant-horned whale—one that's colossal in size and powerful in its abilities. What's more, this ancient giant-horned whale isn't a re newcor at the Arch Lord level but rather an upper Arch Lord, second only to the sli molds broodmother.
In this fight, Orion is struggling hard.
Right now, trapped by the ancient giant-horned whale's devouring power, Orion stands immobilized within a cage made of bone swords, which confines his movents. anwhile, his ears are assaulted constantly by the whale's shrill cries—sonic reverberations and sonar imprisonnt.
If the bone sword cage restricts Orion's body, then the sonar imprisonnt and sonic vibration attacks bear down on his spirit.
In this state, Orion can only concentrate on resisting the invasive sounds echoing in his mind. Worse yet, beyond the bone sword cage lies an additional Spatial Water Prison.
Inside that Spatial Water Prison, waves of Acidic Corrosion sweep over Orion like a spring, constantly eroding his body. His situation looks grim—he cannot move, and escape seems impossible.
So, the two sides remain locked in a stalemate, gradually wearing each other down.
…
Bone City, death domain.
Crackling noises fill the air—flas burning.
More precisely, the sound of oil igniting.
A gigantic tadpole-shaped sli molds monster lies at Arthas's feet.
"One fewer enemy."
"If you ca here, don't even think about leaving my domain alive."
Standing atop this defeated tadpole-like sli molds monster, Arthas allows the white flas licking his own body to go completely ignored. The blaze seems to carry no heat for him, raging across his form without causing him the slightest harm.
But in the blink of an eye, the body beneath Arthas's feet is consud to nothing.
"Your body of faith has been shattered. You've lost your strongest trump card."
"The next to die will be you!"
With its foot planted on the layer, the sli molds broodmother gathers limitless power within. Its mouth swells, and it spits out three mucus-coated eggs.
Upon landing in the sli molds layer, these three eggs hungrily absorb the layer's nutrition and energy. A minute later, three sli molds mutants erge, shaped vaguely like massive dragons. Unlike dragons, however, they are covered in a dense array of sharp spikes rather than scales, and they bear an extra set of nacing claws on their abdons.
Strangest of all, each of these fearso sli molds mutants radiates an aura of light magic. This bizarre combination quickly draws Arthas's attention.
"It seems you ca prepared."
Indeed, to take Arthas down, the sli molds broodmother had secretly nurtured three Arch Lord-level, light-affinity sli molds mutants—waiting for this very day.
"Evil undead must be cleansed!"
The broodmother's voice resonates with an almost magnetic quality. At this mont, it resembles so radiant goddess awakened in mortal form.
"Hahaha…"
Arthas lets out a peal of laughter. A monster like the sli molds broodmother actually labeling him an evil undead is absurd to him.
"Fungal creatures using light magic? What a joke."
He raises his sword slowly, pointing it directly at one particular sli molds mutant.
"Fatal Strike!"
Intense sword energy erupts, fused with both deathly aura and flas. The two forces combined reach their pinnacle, radiating like a black sun.
At that instant, an unusual light illuminates the death domain. Beneath that glow, all things lt and disintegrate.
…
Soraya City, surrounding area.
While Arthas grows ever more formidable in combat, Orion refuses to let himself be worn away by corrosion, fighting back fiercely.
Under the restraint of sonar imprisonnt and sonic vibrations, Orion feels every muscle in his body tighten as if being compressed bit by bit. The intense pressure on his eardrums and pupils is agonizingly clear—worse than suffocation, as though his whole body and spirit might be squeezed into a flat disc.
Crack!
During this relentless compression, the Curse of Sorrow at Orion's waist, already under strain, finally shatters. The mont it breaks, the long-suppressed Curse of a Hundred Blossoms erges like a beast unleashed, and its curse markings instantly appear upon Orion's chest.
A flurry of flower buds, crystalline and divine, begins to bloom, leaving Orion with an aura that's both fierce and strangely sacred.
But this is hardly a blessing. In such a critical mont, the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms is like salt poured into a wound—a poisonous threat to Orion's very life.
With an Arch Lord-level enemy before him, and no reinforcents in sight, Orion grows more anxious by the minute. The sudden flare of the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms makes him realize that he can rely only on himself.
"Looks like I have no choice but to go all in!"
Whether it's a grim acceptance of his fate or simply refusing to surrender, Orion suddenly feels like the ancient giant-horned whale's crushing pressure has eased a bit.
"All right then, let's hurt each other!"
WAAAGH!
Orion keeps roaring, echoing from the depths of his soul.
As Titan's Roar erupts, the sonar imprisonnt and sonic vibrations are montarily forced back, freeing Orion's body for a split second.
In the next mont, Eightfold Spear Barrage manifests—but not as a wide-area attack this ti. Instead, Orion fuses all his spider spears into one, forging a crimson trident enveloped in potent energy that crackles with electricity.
"Break!"
He hurls the trident straight toward the ancient giant-horned whale, aiming for its depths.
But that isn't the end. The Battle Will Surge array before Orion shrinks rapidly, allowing him to use Instant Impact and charge straight ahead.
By doing so, Orion's body is once again subjected to the brunt of sonar imprisonnt and sonic vibrations—to say nothing of the Spatial Water Prison and Acidic Corrosion that follow, then finally the physical damage inflicted by the bone sword cage.
The instant Orion bursts free, the Battle Will Surge array absorbs the Spatial Water Prison and Acidic Corrosion before shattering in turn.
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