Chapter 390: “Face the Horror of a Titan.”

The golden-white halo behind his head suddenly accelerated, releasing a brilliant surge of Cosmic Energy that spread through the surrounding air.

OHHHHMMMM!

Before the eight Peak B-Rank commanders could understand what he was preparing, ten golden-white spatial ripples appeared behind his seventy-foot Vorthar body.

One after another, gigantic figures emerged from those distortions, their bodies carrying the unmistakable characteristics of the Cosmic Heart Titan, while dense celestial energy radiated from their forms.

Within moments, ten Cosmic Heart Titan copies stood behind Luke, arranged across the sky beneath the crimson dome.

"W-WHAT?!"

"THERE ARE MORE OF THEM?!"

"HOW MANY GIANTS CAN THIS BASTARD SUMMON?!"

The sudden appearance of ten additional Titans immediately alarmed the surrounding Orcs, with several ancestral phantoms instinctively retreating as their commanders stared toward the growing formation.

Even Gurvak and the other Peak B-Rank commanders hesitated, unable to understand how the Hero could continue producing such extraordinary abilities after fighting for so long.

However, Luke ignored their reactions.

Through his subconscious control, he immediately instructed the ten Cosmic Heart copies to activate their celestial manifestations, allowing him to direct their actions without dividing his already strained concentration any further.

All ten raised their right hands toward the sky.

"Cosmos Manifestation!"

OHHHHHHMMMMMM!

Ten brilliant golden-white lights suddenly erupted above the battlefield, each expanding into a complete Cosmic System containing planets, moons, asteroids, comets, and a radiant sun.

The celestial bodies began moving along their respective orbital paths, filling the space beneath the dome with swirling Cosmic Energy as the ten newly summoned systems took shape around Luke's original manifestation.

For a moment, the entire sky appeared to have transformed into a miniature cosmos, with dozens of celestial bodies moving above the Orc army while their combined radiance illuminated the ruined forest and shattered earth below.

"What... what are those things?"

Several Orcs stared upward in disbelief, watching miniature planets pass beneath the crimson barrier while golden-white comets left brilliant trails across the sky.

However, Luke had no intention of allowing the systems to remain separated.

"HAAAH!"

The ten Cosmic Heart copies exerted their strength simultaneously, extending their hands toward the Cosmic System already floating above Luke's main body.

There, the planets, moons, asteroids, and comets had begun approaching their central sun, their orbital distances shrinking as Luke gradually compressed the entire celestial arrangement.

VMMMMMMMM!

The gravitational influence surrounding the original system intensified, causing its celestial bodies to accelerate inward while the sun at its center grew increasingly brighter.

Then the ten additional Cosmic Systems began moving.

Their individual orbital arrangements distorted as the copies forced them toward Luke's original system, bringing their celestial bodies into contact with the already compressed formation.

RUMMMMMBLE!

The first system collided with the outer celestial arrangement, followed almost immediately by the second and third, while tremendous waves of Cosmic Energy erupted from the points of contact.

However, the colliding systems didn't simply shatter.

Under the continuous control of the ten Cosmic Heart copies, their celestial bodies began merging into the central formation, with planets pressing against planets, moons breaking into condensed streams of matter, and asteroids and comets being drawn toward the increasingly unstable sun.

KRRRRRRUMBLE!

Golden-white energy swept across the sky as the remaining systems joined the compression, their orbital structures collapsing inward under the force exerted by the copies.

The sun at the center began expanding.

Its original golden-white surface gradually deepened into a brilliant orange, then into an intense crimson-red as more celestial matter and energy were compressed into its growing body.

The surrounding space trembled beneath the rising pressure, while waves of heat spread downward across the battlefield, forcing several Orcs to raise their arms against the radiance.

"What are they doing?!"

"THE SUN IS GETTING BIGGER!"

Above them, the celestial bodies continued merging, their individual forms disappearing into the swelling star as the surrounding Cosmic Energy grew increasingly unstable.

Unfortunately, Luke hadn't finished preparing the technique.

At that moment, his rainbow-halo clone finally withdrew the seals restraining the hundred B-Rank Orcs, allowing the exhausted warriors to recover their movements as the clone disappeared through a spatial ripple.

FWHOOOSH!

Both Vorthar clones reappeared beside Luke's main body, standing on either side of him with their seventy-foot frames covered in pitch-black Valzareth Armor.

The two clones immediately raised their heads toward the developing celestial formation.

Then the rainbow-colored halo behind the second clone began changing.

Its four colors gradually faded beneath a spreading darkness, until both clones possessed rotating pitch-black halos radiating dense Void Energy.

VMMMMMMMM!

With their free right hands extended toward the sky, both clones began concentrating their Void power around the merging Cosmic Systems, reinforcing the compression already being performed by the ten Cosmic Heart copies.

"MERGE!"

Their voices echoed simultaneously.

OHHHHHHHHMMMMMM!

The black halos flared, and the space surrounding the celestial formation suddenly contracted under the additional pressure.

The remaining planets and moons were dragged inward, while the scattered asteroids and comets accelerated toward the central star, their surfaces disintegrating as they entered the increasingly violent gravitational field.

RUMMMMMBLE!

The crimson sun expanded again, swallowing the final celestial bodies as the immense quantity of Cosmic Energy gathered within it continued increasing.

Its surface began churning with violent streams of red and golden-white light, while enormous waves of stellar energy rolled across its outer layers before being forced back into the compressed structure.

The surrounding atmosphere distorted beneath the heat.

Even from the ground, the Orcs could feel the oppressive radiance spreading over their bodies, while the earth beneath several nearby ancestral phantoms began cracking as the gravitational pressure increased.

Within moments, the individual Cosmic Systems had almost completely disappeared, leaving behind a single gigantic crimson star suspended beneath the dome.

The star had already grown far beyond the size of Luke's original sun, while its brilliance spread across the entire battlefield, bathing the ruined outpost and surrounding forest in a deep crimson light.

"..."

For several seconds, the Orc commanders could only stare at the terrifying celestial body.

Then Uzgor finally understood what Luke was preparing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

His voice carried genuine alarm as he sensed the extraordinary amount of energy contained within the compressed star.

Even the eight Peak B-Rank commanders could feel that the power gathering overhead had already surpassed the attacks they had witnessed earlier.

If that unstable celestial body were allowed to descend and explode inside the dome, the resulting destruction could easily consume the entire battlefield.

Brukha immediately turned toward the other commanders.

"STOP HIM! IF THAT THING EXPLODES, NONE OF US WILL SURVIVE!"

Gurvak's expression changed as well, his earlier anger replaced by alarm upon realizing that Luke was preparing an attack dangerous enough to threaten himself.

"IS THAT BASTARD TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF ALONG WITH US?!"

However, none of them had time to consider his intentions.

"EVERYONE, ATTACK THE HERO!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The eight Peak B-Rank commanders kicked against the ground almost simultaneously, launching their two-hundred-foot ancestral phantoms toward the sky as their auras erupted with renewed intensity.

Brakka raised her battleaxes, Uzgor concentrated crimson energy around his spear, and the remaining commanders gathered their strongest techniques while rushing toward the three Vorthar bodies.

Unfortunately, Luke had already anticipated their interference.

Both of his clones lowered their free left hands toward the approaching commanders.

"Void Horizon!"

OHHHHMMMM!

The pitch-black halos behind their heads erupted with dense Void Energy, and two spatial distortions immediately spread across the paths of the incoming Orcs.

The distance between the commanders and Luke suddenly stretched, causing their enormous ancestral phantoms to slow despite the tremendous force propelling them forward.

"What?!"

"NOT THAT DAMNED TECHNIQUE AGAIN!"

Gurvak roared in frustration and increased his strength, driving his enormous body through the distorted space as the other commanders attempted to do the same.

Unfortunately, every moment they spent struggling against Void Horizon gave Luke more time to complete his attack.

Meanwhile, the crimson star continued expanding above him, its unstable surface now releasing waves of heat that made the entire atmosphere beneath the dome tremble.

Luke slowly raised his head toward the terrifying celestial formation.

Then he looked down at the Orc commanders struggling to reach him.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Face the horror of a Titan."

RUMMMMMMMMMBLE!

The instant those words escaped his mouth, an extraordinary concentration of Force suddenly erupted behind his seventy-foot body.

The surrounding air trembled as a gigantic spectral figure began emerging from the gathering energy, its enormous frame gradually rising toward the crimson sky.

At first, only the outline of its upper body could be distinguished through the swirling Force.

However, as more energy gathered, the phantom became increasingly clear, revealing the muscular physique and imposing features of Azrion, the Atlas Titan.

The manifestation continued expanding until its gigantic head nearly touched the uppermost section of the ancestral dome, while its shoulders stretched across an extraordinary distance above the battlefield.

OHHHHMMMM!

Its eyes opened.

For an instant, the eight Peak B-Rank commanders felt an inexplicable pressure descend upon them as the spectral Atlas Titan lowered its gaze.

The figure regarded the enormous ancestral Orc phantoms beneath it with complete indifference, as though the two-hundred-foot warriors struggling toward Luke were no different from insignificant insects.

"What... is that?"

Brakka's voice trembled slightly as she stared at the gigantic manifestation towering above them.

Even Gurvak momentarily forgot about forcing his way through Void Horizon, his attention drawn toward the colossal figure whose body nearly reached the ceiling of their ancestral formation.

Unfortunately, the appearance of Azrion's phantom was merely the beginning.

Luke slowly raised his right hand.

"Azrion's Unwritten Arts"