Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"Galahad, I now officially bestow upon you the title of Coal Knight."

"This isn't meant as an insult but rather an honor—a knight's honor!"

Galahad bowed his head, dropping to one knee.

"Young man, welcome to the Rose Knight Regiment! In the Rose Knight Regiment, our credo is love for one another, unwavering faith, and unbreaking honor."

And so, Coal Knight Galahad joined the Rose Knight Regiment and marched off to the front lines.

Meanwhile, at the royal palace, a secret meeting was underway.

Present were the three most powerful figures in the kingdom: His Majesty the King and the two Grand Dukes.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Sword Mercenary Corps has found something unusual in some ruins," said Grand Duke William as he handed a copy of a parchment over to the king.

Accepting it, the king's eyes flickered with surprise, which quickly turned to shock.

"A blueprint for a teleportation array? Grand Duke, if all this is legitimate, can we really repair the intercontinental teleportation circle they used to talk about?"

After that initial reaction, the king forced himself to calm down.

"Your Majesty, based on our current understanding, it can be repaired," Grand Duke William replied gravely. "But we'll need to burn through a ton of magical materials, and it'll take at least half a year. Also, we'll need a whole crowd of mages to gather at that large magical formation and inscribe all the arcane runes on it."

"Half a year… half a year…" King Harold muttered, looking troubled. He seemed to be weighing scenarios and turning them down one by one in his mind.

"Grand Duke, we can't pause the repairs," he decided at last. "I'll have the Royal Mage Society assist you."

Grand Duke William inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty," said the other figure in the room, Grand Duke Richard, "assuming we manage to fix the teleportation circle, how do we approach those people on the other continent for negotiations or help?"

He was forward-thinking enough to figure the kingdom should prepare early.

"Grand Duke Richard, at that point, you'll go as our representative. As long as they don't demand anything outrageous that cuts off our interests, we can accept their terms."

The king's voice carried a weary note. He had no idea what happened six thousand years ago to cause the humans of this continent to quarrel with humans on another continent—and then destroy the only intercontinental portal in existence.

After a long silence, someone spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, we should get to the front lines," Grand Duke William reminded him quietly.

The moment he said that, the meeting room fell silent. This ongoing war involved humanity, the dwarves, and the Blood Elves. Already, the dwarves and Blood Elves had dispatched their top forces to the front, whereas the key figures of the human kingdom were still holed up here.

If the king didn't show his face at the front lines, the other two races—and all their vassal tribes—would definitely harbor suspicions and complaints.

"Very well," King Harold finally said. "Tomorrow, Grand Duke William and I will head out. I'll send word to the Saint, requesting his protection."

The Saint—humanity's arch lord—was the one and only arch lord among dwarves, Blood Elves, and humans combined. Technically, the entire kingdom's territory was his domain.

But due to external forces like theocratic factions, much of the territory had been parceled out. Some lucky few, leveraging their resources, had actually reached Legendary-level in their own right.

Of course, many human warriors lacking a Lord's Stone never advanced beyond peak Alpha-level. The famed Eight Great Knights of old were such examples.

"Has there been any word from the dwarves or the Blood Elves?" King Harold asked, as if seeking some form of comfort. Normally, battle information from the front lines would find its way to him almost immediately.

Clasping his hands behind his back, Grand Duke William spoke in a calm, measured tone. "Rest assured, Your Majesty. Even though the dwarves and Blood Elves might not have a top-tier Legendary beings, they have no shortage of Legendary-level fighters. If the situation on the front lines isn't too dire, they'll honor their promises and deploy reinforcements to the central region."

King Harold said nothing. Instead, he stared at the teleportation circle diagrams spread across the table, lost in thought.
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In the western region, at Giant City.

Orion, Lokiviria, Jorik, Gareth, Ironhoof, and Bluehide were all standing on the city walls, gazing down over the battlefield.

"Hahahaha! That Blood Elf was clever enough to take all the top soldiers out of this dump!"

The speaker was none other than the smaller head of Bluehide—his tone just a touch smug.

"That's not exactly great news," Lokiviria muttered, frowning as he looked toward the south. Concern clouded his eyes.

"If every place we hit is this empty, all we end up with is enough to feed our forces and maybe grab some resources. We won't be getting any real, lasting benefit. We can't even hold onto the territory we seize, and we'll be on guard nonstop for a potential counterattack. By the time we reach the Blood Elves' land, you can bet there'll be a ton of them. And they'll be strong."

With that, Jorik, Gareth, and Ironhoof also furrowed their brows. Far from boosting morale, taking Giant City had only ramped up everyone's worries and doubts.

"Friends," Orion began, "sometimes things just don't go how we want."

"We're not on the main battlefield here. This isn't where the White Dragon is making his big move. All we're meant to do is pin down the Blood Elves, keep them tied up—then we'll have done what White Dragon entrusted us to do."

"We hold the Blood Elves in place, hold the line, and wait for good news from the central arena. Once word of victory arrives, that's the day of reckoning for the Blood Elves."

He had to boost their morale somehow—and he was right: as long as they stalled the Blood Elves, the final result would hinge on White Dragon Frostsire.

If Frostsire couldn't beat the highest-level powers of humans, dwarves, and Blood Elves, then no matter how hard Orion and his group fought, it wouldn't matter.

"Isn't that right, Lord Jorik?" Orion then turned, directing everyone's attention to Jorik.

Of all of them, Jorik was clearly the closest to White Dragon Frostsire. If the dragon had any special orders or if something went wrong, Jorik would be the first to know.