"Who's Leonidas?" Soraya asked curiously.
"Well, that teddy bear dog on my shoulder just now—he's actually an arch lord at peak level."
"What…?"
"Don't look so doubtful. Didn't you see how all those beasts heading to the Purification Tower were completely submissive to him?"
Soraya still found this hard to believe. She had never thought that the little teddy bear dog was actually a great being at arch lord peak.
She rely assud Orion had brought back a random pet dog from outside the city.
In all honesty, Soraya hadn't even sensed Leonidas's aura. If Orion hadn't pointed it out, she would have spent her whole life completely unaware that a peak arch lord had just appeared before her.
At this mont, Soraya was nestled in Orion's arms. Feeling the soft curves of her body, Orion felt his long-dormant desire awaken once more. Without hesitation, he slipped his hand under Soraya's skirt.
His fingers caressed her clitoris, then he pushed two fingers right inside.
"Ah… oh my god…"
"Stop ssing around—there's still a battle going on outside!"
Gasping and blushing, Soraya ca to her senses, forcing Orion's hand out of her panties.
"Too many sli molds mutants are lurking nearby, so I need to get back to hatching more small scorpions!"
Orion pulled back his hand and planted a gentle kiss on Soraya. He spoke in a soft tone.
"All right, go on. I'll be here to hold down the fort."
There was no ti for lovemaking. Still, Soraya responded with a deep kiss. After a five-minute embrace, she turned into swirling sands and returned to her Nest.
The mont Soraya left, the tenderness on Orion's face disappeared.
Seated on his throne, Orion leaned against the back, one hand resting on the armrest, an expression of perfect composure.
In this battle, Orion had poured everything into the fight.
An upper arch lord–level warrior was already this formidable. Orion could hardly imagine how fearso a peak arch lord might be.
On the way back, Leonidas had ntioned that Arthas fought single-handedly against the sli molds broodmother and three broodmother counterparts.
How unbelievably powerful must he be?
What secrets might Arthas hold?
Orion didn't know, but he found himself looking forward to discovering the answers.
Putting those thoughts aside, Orion began surveying himself.
The armor covering his body gradually vanished, revealing his bare, muscular fra.
He noticed a layer of dragon scales erging on the surface of his skin. Orion stared at these scales in surprise.
He rembered very clearly that, during his final assault, his dragon scales had been cut and pierced by an enemy's attacks—they were left torn and tattered.
But now they were once again intact, appearing perfectly whole on Orion's skin.
"Is this the effect of the Titan bloodline?"
"It doesn't look like it's due to the Titan bloodline… so maybe they were restored by those Zilan flowers?"
Dragon scales were hidden inside Orion's body, and as the Zilan flowers repaired his injuries, they had apparently repaired the scales as well.
That was the only explanation that made sense.
"What a nice treasure!"
"The commander never gives anything but the finest gear."
Orion had another reason for thinking so.
When Thresh rescued him, he had also gifted Orion two other items—a pair of blade flashes hidden in Orion's eyes.
Those twin blade gleams hadn't disappeared. They still remained within Orion's gaze, serving as two trump cards bestowed by a demigod warrior.
For Orion, those were his greatest spoils.
He pulled out a set of clothes from his storage ring. Before getting dressed, he glanced at the cursed pattern on his chest that had now ford ten flower buds.
Previously, Orion had underestimated the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms and even tried using it for leads or information about the gods.
But now, he realized: if you're careless with a curse set by a god, you could pay a terrible price.
"Should I purify it?"
"My Titan bloodline is no weaker than this curse, so do I really need to get rid of it?"
Orion hesitated again.
After a while, he finished dressing and chose to keep the curse.
Naturally, that wasn't the only change in his body.
He felt stronger, his life force more vigorous.
All aspects of his being had improved, yet he sensed his Titan bloodline had sohow beco more diluted.
To describe it: if Orion's total bloodline used to be 100, of which Titan accounted for 70, then now, his overall bloodline total was 110, but the Titan bloodline still remained at 70.
That was the best way to explain it. Orion couldn't say if that was good or bad.
Regardless, Orion knew he had grown more powerful—powerful enough to defeat a lower arch lord.
Collecting his thoughts, Orion steadied himself, then took out the survivor's treasure box that the broodmother counterpart had dropped.
It was an arch lord drop. Aside from the gifts given by the commander, it was his most valuable prize.
With a silent command, the survivor's box dissolved into dust, revealing its contents.
[Titan Emblem]
Type: Special dal
Quality: Legendary
Bonus Skill: Gigantic Form
Skill Description: Wearing this dal grants you the might of a Titan, even without activating its power. You receive a mysterious boost to all attributes.
Skill Note: By offering different types of sacrifices to the dal, you can trigger various levels of Gigantic Form. The larger your transformation, the greater the power.
Item Evaluation: Always rember that you carry Titan blood in your veins. You shall dominate the world.
It was a piece of legendary gear!
Orion studied the [Titan Emblem] for a long ti, noting that it didn't specify how much it increased his power.
"Does that an legendary equipnt grows stronger along with its wearer?"
That was Orion's best guess, because the sa piece of equipnt could have different effects depending on who used it.
He could accept that reasoning.
"I'll just put it on. Once I get the chance, I'll ask Leonidas about the details!"
Orion placed the golden, mysterious emblem on his chest. It flashed briefly, then gently rged into his body, leaving behind only the faint outline of the dal across his chest.
Orion knew the emblem was still there.
He could feel it—and at this very mont, his body was saturated with a strange power.
For a brief second, Orion felt as if he could kill a god, or smash the very planet beneath his feet.
Of course, that was only an illusion, brought on by the rush of heightened power.
"With the blessing of this emblem, my combat ability will improve again!"
Closing his eyes, Orion calmly focused on the energy within his body, determined to master it as soon as possible.
Outside the palace, on the city walls.
Amid the hiss of bolts and whoosh of wind blades, the bloodline warriors of the Stoneheart Horde clutched their weapons, fighting desperately to hold off the relentless sli molds mutants.
The din of battle cries and shouts had never ceased.
Having learned from their previous setbacks, Gustalon didn't dare to take the risk of diving too far into the sli molds layer to chase down fleeing enemies.
Even so, with Dirtclaw's help, he had already killed several Alpha-level sli molds mutants.
"Aaaooo… that's the eighth one, Gustalon!"
"And as agreed, we split the loot fifty-fifty!"
"No problem!"
Transford into a Hellhound, Dirtclaw held a clear advantage in mobility compared to Onyx, Earthshaker, or Gronthar.
Especially now that he and Gustalon had tead up, their coordination was spot-on—one would distract the enemy while the other went in for the kill, a highly efficient approach.
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