Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

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"You damn fat pigs! Quit squirming!"

"Remember, there's only one rule in the cannon-fodder troops: absolute obedience! Anyone who tries to disobey—well, I'll have you sliced up and fed to the cave spiders!"

As Dirtclaw whipped the newly conscripted boarfolk slaves, he rattled off the code of conduct for the cannon-fodder units. These boarfolk, having just been herded in, weren't quite broken in yet. Their proud heads needed to learn to bow down to the northern creatures they once despised.

"Y'know, I think Dirtclaw's a natural-born leader in the cannon-fodder troops," Earthshaker remarked, speaking in Onyx's presence.

Onyx was officially the one in charge of these troops, so Earthshaker wasn't trying to offend him; he was simply praising Dirtclaw.

"As long as he doesn't get himself killed, sure, he's got a real shot," Onyx agreed, eyeing Dirtclaw in the distance "educating" the boarfolk slaves. Having Dirtclaw around made Onyx's job a lot easier. Recently, Delilah had hinted she wanted to take Dirtclaw under her command, but Onyx had flatly refused.
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"Dirtclaw's just one step away," Onyx added. "Any day now, he might break through to Alpha-level."

But Dirtclaw's path toward advancement hadn't been smooth. After the last dark beast tide, he'd burned all his gains on some Alpha-level upgrade materials from the Horde's storage.

Yet even after gulping them down, he'd failed to cross that threshold. In other words, Dirtclaw was the only Stoneheart Horde member who'd tried twice and still failed both times.

That setback hadn't crushed him, though. If anything, after consuming those resources, Dirtclaw was convinced he was nearly Alpha-level and doubled down on his ferocity, especially when it came to "disciplining" boarfolk slaves. He planned to wring every possible victory point out of them and eventually earn his promotion.

"Honestly, for someone who's messed up twice, Dirtclaw's the most relentless gnoll I've ever seen," said Rockwell. He was sitting next to the prophet, polishing the stone axe he'd received as a gift.

Before they set out, Orion had given Onyx a hero-grade battle axe. Onyx's old stone axe, then, got passed along to Rockwell. Among the obsidian golems, that axe held special significance.

"I think next time, he'll finally make it," Slagor chimed in. In truth, he'd worked hard to become part of the Horde's core circle. After multiple brushes with death alongside them, Slagor had finally earned everyone's trust. Though he held little direct authority now, it was obvious Orion placed a premium on him.

During the last dark beast tide, Slagor had repeatedly taken on pivotal roles, effectively controlling the Horde in Orion's stead—revealing just how valued he was in Orion's eyes. And after the current split of the cannon-fodder forces into five groups, Slagor still carried considerable weight.

"So, how do you guys think these southern races stack up against Godforsaken Land?" Earthshaker suddenly posed a question that left Onyx and Slagor momentarily silent.

After a pause, Onyx shook his head. "Can't even compare. Setting aside high-level combatants, just think about those walking dead armies. None of these southern folk can handle something like that."

Slagor nodded. He thought the same. The ancient Legendary-level fighters over in Godforsaken Land were on an entirely different tier. Not to mention, that war was a lot more intense than this conflict between north and south.

Plus, back in Godforsaken Land, everyone in their faction had banded together. There wasn't this constant infighting over who got which spoils.

"How about the Elder of Stewardship?" asked Rockwell, looking up once he finished sharpening his stone axe.

"She went to Lord Orion's tent. Figured he should know the latest about our cannon-fodder troops," Earthshaker answered.

Inside that makeshift tent, skimpy lingerie lay discarded on the ground. Sensual moans filled the air.

Delilah was exhausted but deliriously happy—Orion's cock once again proved irresistible, taking her to wave after wave of climax.

Collapsing naked against Orion's chest, Delilah murmured, "Five cannon-fodder groups, plus the 100K we had originally. Each group snared 50K more boarfolk, so that's about 250K boarfolk in total."

She planted kisses across Orion's chest, detailing the state of their troops. "It's a shame so many boar-knights got gobbled up by those insectoids and centaurs. Otherwise, we'd have way more boarfolk cavalry."

"We'll keep growing," Orion rumbled, "we have plenty of food back in the Horde. We won't have any trouble feeding them. Once we get these boarfolk back to Blackstone City and train them, both our cavalry regiments and cannon-fodder units will expand nicely."

Wrapping his arms under Delilah's thighs, Orion stood in one fluid motion. She instantly knew what he wanted. Clamping her legs around his waist, she let his cock lift her body as if it were a lever.

Delilah bounced on it over and over, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Such a position took serious stamina for most men, but Orion handled it without breaking a sweat.

Soon, Delilah was moaning through another explosive orgasm.

An hour later, she wasn't sure how many climaxes she'd had. Her vagina felt utterly filled by Orion's cock, and her juices kept running down her thighs and dripping to the floor, coating his still-exposed length. Chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, she looked at him with mischievous eyes.

"Daddy," she purred, "Soraya's a horny woman too. She'd totally love this. If you're into her, I'll bet she'd jump into your arms in no time."

Lost in pleasure once, Orion had let slip that "Daddy" got him hot. Delilah, quick to catch on, used it whenever they made love.

"What makes you say that?"

"I've barely met her a handful of times."

Delilah licked his lips, giving a playful little nip. "I know how her mind works. She's willing to offer her body—probably hoping it'll help her break through to Legendary-level. And that Lumi—if you felt like it, she might also wind up in your bed."

Delilah was bold. Behind closed doors, she had no fear of voicing such taboo topics. Orion squeezed her butt and chuckled.

"You don't have to pry. If it's a charming woman, of course I'm interested. As for you and Lilith, the moment either of you hits that threshold, I'll give you the chance to advance. The two of you rank higher in my heart than the others."

Delilah flashed him a foxy grin and slid onto him again. This time, she took the dominant position. Straddling Orion's cock, she started grinding. She felt an overwhelming gratitude and worship toward him, and the best way she knew to repay him was with her body—giving him the most unforgettable pleasure she could.

––––––––

Utessar Kingdom, northern gate of the royal capital.

At last, Princess Ava of the Rose Knight Regiment came face to face with Arthur's friend—the so-called "coal knight" Galahad.

"I'm delighted to meet you, Sir Coal Knight," she said, slipping off one of her gauntlets and tossing it to Galahad.

"It's an honor to join the Rose Knight Regiment, Your Highness," he replied, picking up the glove and bowing in a knightly salute.

"Sir Galahad, tell me—how does a knight survive on the battlefield?" Ava asked.

Galahad bowed once more, answering in a resolute voice, "A knight needs a heart that accepts his comrades, a clear head for strategy, and the willpower to stay grounded. Of course, none of that matters unless you've got faith in your heart… and a sword in your hand."

Princess Ava chuckled. Pulling out her own blade, she lightly pressed it to Galahad's shoulder.