Titan King: Ascensio Chapter 739: My father is that King of Giants?

Chapter 739: My father is that King of Giants?

"Aunt, if you want Kronos to fully develop, once he’s a bit older, you should frequently send him to the Stoneheart Horde."

"You should be able to imagine what Kronos’s growth environnt would be like within our Human Kingdom."

Ava remained silent, but the way she looked at Kronos had already changed.

Amidst her selfless affection, an inexplicable firmness had appeared.

"My older brother deployed you to the East Coast. What was he thinking?" Ava asked Theodore.

"My trip to the East Coast this ti is to assist Grand Duke William. The war with the naga race has already begun in the east. The Grand Duke is the main leader of this mariti invasion."

"Isn’t my brother afraid you’ll suffer losses out there?"

A hint of sadness finally touched Prince Theodore’s confident face. "I suppose my battle achievents are still insufficient to convince everyone!"

"Could it be," Ava mused, "that my brother has other plans involving his second and third children?"

"Perhaps!" This was the first ti Prince Theodore had shown a vulnerable side in front of Ava. He had recently received news that his second and third younger brothers might advance to the Legendary level in the near future.

Three Legendary-level princes would completely nullify the prestige Theodore had painstakingly accumulated.

Ava turned her head and offered Theodore a kind smile. "You are different from them. They have no foundation, no path of retreat."

Yes, Prince Theodore had a solid foundation and deep roots.

The lizardfolk territory he had conquered previously was Prince Theodore’s foundation.

To put it bluntly, even if he failed in the competition, Prince Theodore would still be among the most powerful individuals in the Human Kingdom.

"Be careful out there. I don’t have much I can give you here."

"But if you grow weary, Rose Manor will always welco you."

"I will support you. Kronos will support you too."

Hearing Ava’s words, a confident smile returned to Prince Theodore’s face.

He had not failed, but he had already prepared counterasures for any potential failure.

Because Prince Theodore’s wings were already full-fledged; he had his own territory, his own allies, and importantly, his own supporters.

In the distance, the conversation between the giants was also drawing to a close at this ti.

"The King of Giants led his kinsn and joined the world-renowned North-South War."

"He was victorious, and the Stoneheart Horde was victorious. They occupied vast territories in the south and established a firm foothold there."

"He is Orion, the King of Giants. His mount is an abyssal dragon, even more powerful than a Bone Python."

"Kronos, he is also your father."

Speaking up to this point, Tarn was filled with pride.

Because according to recent news, Orion’s abyssal dragon had also advanced to the Legendary level, becoming a Warden of the Stoneheart Horde.

A Legendary-level abyssal dragon—what a glorious and magnificent existence was that?

"You said my father is that King of Giants?" Kronos asked.

"Yes!"

"You’re not tricking ?"

"Why would I trick you?" Tarn gestured towards a troop of Raptor Knights guarding the four corners of the manor not far away, and also towards Brom and Jas, who had been constantly watching Kronos from nearby.

"They were your father’s childhood playmates and are also mbers of the Stoneheart Horde council. They are all Alpha-level powerhouses."

"They, and that troop of Raptor Knights, were all sent by your father to protect you."

"Within this manor, only you can give them orders."

As he spoke these words, Tarn was overco with extre pride. For the first ti, he truly felt the honor that Orion had brought him.

The glory of being a giant!

On the castle balcony, Prince Theodore sighed. "He is very proud!"

"Aunt, I believe Kronos will also make you proud in the future."

Ava nodded, basking in the sunlight, gazing at the roses blooming in the distance.

She was very glad that she had decided to give birth to Kronos back then.

He was a gift bestowed upon her by the heavens, and Ava was deeply grateful for it.

...

Erald Dream Realm, Central Battlefield.

Death is, and always will be, the main the of war.

Beneath this the lie courage, slaughter, unspoken battlefield bonds, and the fierce clashes between opposing sides.

The earth had long since been dyed red. Where enemies fought and died, mangled flesh and blood were everywhere.

Even the sky, unbeknownst to those below, had beco veiled by a thin layer of mist—a blood mist.

The blood mist was heavy and stagnant.

All warriors enveloped by this blood mist, regardless of friend or foe, seed like chess pieces, or like insignificant motes of dust.

The dense blood mist, not even the Legendary-level powerhouses battling fiercely within the hurricane could disperse it.

Dirtclaw roared: "Kill..."

"You all must die! All enemies must die!"

"Dirtclaw will achieve boundless battle achievents, will beco the greatest existence among gnolls, will marry the most won!"

"Dirtclaw will advance to the Legendary level! Dirtclaw will beco a Lord! Dirtclaw wants to beco a Warden of the Horde!"

"Awoooo..."

This was a cry from the depths of his heart, radiating from Dirtclaw’s unwavering, decisive, and murderous eyes.

Dirtclaw had bitten too many hellhounds to death, had devoured countless knights, and regarded demonic wolves as re ants beneath his notice.

The slaughter had driven Dirtclaw into a frenzy, and it had also numbed him.

Only a faint flicker of hope for the future supported Dirtclaw, compelling him to open his jaws and continue tearing into his foes.

This kind of slaughter, disregarding all consequences, distinguishing only between friend and foe, caused the hellfire engulfing Dirtclaw’s body to burn even more intensely, even more purely.

Unbeknownst to himself, Dirtclaw was passively absorbing the death qi and blood qi from the battlefield.

The enemies were innurable. Through kill after kill, Dirtclaw was sublimating, progressing.

Perhaps, such slaughter was the true fate of a hellhound.

Compared to Dirtclaw, Thundar and Fergus’s performances were far inferior, and also far more rational.

When Thundar and Fergus felt exhausted and their strength depleted, they retreated from the front line.

Positioning themselves behind the cave spider and undead armies, they led the cavalry regint to cut down any enemies that broke through their faction’s lines.

Although Thundar and Fergus had the assistance of an Alpha-level dark fiend and an abyssal dragon respectively, they were still no match for Dirtclaw in this environnt.

The darkness of the Erald Dream Realm, the death qi of the battlefield—these made Dirtclaw feel like a fish in water.

Fergus voiced his concern to Thundar: "Thundar, should we try to pull Dirtclaw back from the front line?" He was worried about Dirtclaw; he had learned a great deal following him during this period.

Dirtclaw’s fawning adulation towards superiors, his generous spirit towards comrades, and his cruel brutality towards the cannon fodder troops under his command—all these had taught Fergus many things and allowed him to comprehend many principles.

Thundar replied, "No need. Dirtclaw’s state isn’t quite right. Don’t go near him."

"Lorelia has been watching him and also providing him with assistance. The area he is guarding has not been breached, not even once. That is the best proof."