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Chapter 1506: Roots of Divinity
"Relax. I’m always packed."
Kraken didn’t waste a second. He snapped open a teleportation scroll, and in a flash of arcane light, he vanished, warping instantly back to the Westreach Trench.
Only after Kraken was gone did Orion rise from the throne. Leonidas, sensing his turn, immediately claimed the seat, settling his massive frame onto the stone.
"Alright, spill it," Leonidas grunted, leaning back. "What’s the play, brother? How do we handle a dimension full of monsters without sitting here until the end of time?"
He was genuinely curious. The Void was a chaotic mess of raw power; taming it seemed impossible.
"I’m going to feed the World Tree," Orion said, his voice calm. "I will extend its roots through the breach and drink the realm dry. I’ll drain its Source."
Silence. Absolute, heavy silence.
Three minutes passed before Leonidas finally exploded.
"Are you out of your damn mind?!"
He sat up straight, gripping the armrests. "The Universal Laws will recoil! You’re risking a backlash that could sever the World Tree’s roots. That doesn’t just hurt; it stunts your entire Divine Kingdom."
The World Tree was the spinal column of a Divine Kingdom. Damaging it was suicide. Leonidas wouldn’t dare try such a thing—mostly because he couldn’t. He didn’t yet have full autonomy over the internal world of his World Dragon. Orion, however, was different. He was the Creator, the Tree itself, born of chaos.
"I wouldn’t risk it without cover," Orion replied, pointing to the throne beneath Leonidas. "That chair is a spatial anchor. It stabilizes the connection. If I weave the roots through that node, it masks the signature. The Laws won’t reject what they can’t see."
It was a gamble. High risk, astronomical reward. If it worked, his Divine Kingdom wouldn’t just grow; it would evolve at a terrifying pace.
But there was a cost. The Void was the shadow of the World of Eldoria. If Orion drained the shadow, the substance would suffer. Eldoria might stop evolving. In a few millennia, it might wither entirely, turning into a barren, mana-starved Godforsaken Land.
"Can you actually pull that off?" Leonidas murmured, sinking back into thought.
He wasn’t jealous. He was calculating. If Orion succeeded, it proved the concept. Once Leonidas mastered the World Dragon, he could potentially use similar spatial nodes to gorge his own internal world on other dimensions. He recalled coordinates to similar realms in his inherited memories.
"Brother... you better make this work!" Leonidas stood up, a wide, feral grin splitting his face, and crushed Orion in a bear hug. "Hah! You really are my lucky charm!"
"Don’t celebrate yet," Orion said, patting his brother’s massive back. "I’ll share the technique once I survive it. But first, we have housecleaning to do. Those three Sea Demigods need to go."
Titanion Realm, Northguard.
Ever since the statue of the Giant King Orion was erected in the central plaza, Northguard had transformed. First came the teleportation circle, then the trade highway connecting directly to the Stoneheart Horde’s territory.
The highway project had been massive, utilizing the Horde’s regular legions and burning through the stamina of countless mercenaries. Now, the most lucrative contracts in Northguard were escort missions.
The petty nobility of Northguard had seen the writing on the wall. They couldn’t hitch a ride with the fleeing human kingdoms, and now that Theodore had bent the knee to the Stoneheart Horde, they had to adapt. The smart ones knew that the safest place wasn’t here—it was Stoneheart City or Blackstone City, deep within the Horde’s embrace.
"If you ask me, we should be walking rich humans down the highway," Redfang grumbled, holding a torch high to light the damp cave tunnel. "Safe money. Easy money. Enough to drown ourselves in booze at the Silent Goblet."
Redfang, a towering Giant, led the way. Their newly formed mercenary squad was sweeping a bug nest outside the city limits. The army had cleared the main swarm, but they left plenty of stragglers for freelancers to mop up.
"Escort duty is boring, big guy," said Bastien, the human walking behind him. "Where’s the thrill?"
Flanking Bastien was Zhenlo, a Pandaren warrior. The two of them had sweet-talked Redfang into coming to Northguard, and to be fair, they had made a killing. The squad was decked out in high-quality leather armor and carried weapons that actually held an edge.
"A bug is a bug," Bastien shrugged. "Doesn’t matter where we kill it."
"It matters," a scratchy voice piped up from the rear. "On the highway, the Horde patrols sweep the roads daily. The risk is near zero. This hole? This hole smells wrong."
The speaker was Ludo, a Gnoll and the newest addition to the team. Redfang had recruited him back in Stoneheart City. Ludo possessed a nose that could track a ghost through a storm, and a danger sense that bordered on precognition.
"Redfang, keep it tight," Ludo warned, his ears twitching. "My hackles are up. There might be Insectoids down here. Intelligent ones."
"Relax, Ludo!" Redfang’s laughter boomed off the cavern walls, settling the Gnoll’s nerves slightly. "If an Insectoid shows its ugly face, I’ll snap it in half myself!"
Redfang was an Alpha Rank warrior. Since the army had already swept the area, there was zero chance of encountering a Legend Rank entity. Against anything less, a Giant was a walking siege engine.
"Zhenlo, Bastien, watch the flanks," Ludo insisted, his grip tightening on his spear. "Don’t let the big guy get surrounded."
The nameless squad moved deeper, their formation loose but disciplined, cutting down the mindless drones that skittered out of the dark.
But deep in the bowels of the cave, in a forgotten side tunnel, a solitary egg sat pulsating in the gloom. It had been left behind, abandoned in the chaos of the army’s purge.
Inside the shell, a mind awoke.
Damn it... what went wrong?
The consciousness swirled in the fluid, confused and angry.
Why haven’t I hatched yet? And this body... it feels wrong.
Why am I not an Insect King? Why the hell am I a newborn Broodmother?