Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1306 Demigods' Gambit

The land, once full of life, had been transformed into a desolate graveyard that seemed to radiate agony and resentment.

Above, the heavens were a bruised expanse of dim light, suffocated by black fog and raging fires. Every few moments, the space above them would buckle and fracture, collapsing under its own weight.

It was a chilling vision of the end of the world.

In the distance, the roars of Demons filled the air. The screeching of metal against chitin and bone created a discordant, grim symphony—a waking nightmare brought to life.

Pain-filled shrieks echoed across the scorched terrain, while the wailing of Souls rose and fell like a haunting chorus.

"Dane. This... this is the Abyss."

"War is the only melody this place understands. You can't purify this, Cedric. The people here aren't victims; they are merely another verse in the song."

ROAR!

The guttural cry did not originate from a throat of flesh, but erupted from the very depths of a Soul. It belonged to the Wraith Knight Cedric.

Technically, he was a Wraith Knight who had once been a fallen Knight of the Light.

Years ago, when Orion shattered the world barrier of the Abyss's sixth layer, Cedric and Dane had been huddled in the corner of some ruins, relieving themselves. They were annihilated instantly by the shockwave of a battle between Arch Lords—nothing more than collateral damage in a war of gods.

Fortunately, their Souls did not dissipate. They were recovered by Ashreign, commander of the Wraith Knight armies, and successfully underwent conversion.

Because their Souls were naturally potent and pure, their memories began to return in fragments as their strength grew.

"The war won't stop," Cedric rasped, his eyes flickering with a cold fire.

"But that Demon right there? He needs to be put down."

Dane lunged forward, his spear becoming a blur as he drove it through a Demon's skull, turning it into a shower of gore.

This was merely a localized skirmish, a small pocket of violence.

The adversaries facing the Wraith Knights were high-ranking Demons. These towering figures were wreathed in abyssal fire, reeking of ancient malice and sulfur. Their claws were as sharp as razors and jagged like saws.

Strange, rhythmic runes pulsed across their skin. These were not tattoos, but biological features that functioned like veins. With every flash of these runes, the Demons were infused with a surge of vile, endless power.

"These damn things... no reason, no tactics. Just pure slaughter!"

Cedric was no fool. After fighting for what felt like an eternity, he had learned to read the enemy. These Demons fought with a mindless, fearless aggression that revealed their true nature.

They were the core forces of the Abyss Lords. Emotionless killing machines. The nightmare of any sentient being.

"Reinforcements from the Conquest Legion are right behind us," Dane shouted over the chaos. "Hold the line for another fifteen minutes, and we can encircle them!"

BOOM!

A Demon, realizing it was trapped, chose self-destruction over surrender. It detonated with a roar, heavily damaging a nearby Wraith Knight and sending a mushroom cloud of fel-fire blooming into the dark sky.

Yet, this was only a minor detail in the grand scheme of the battle.

High above the firmament, that mushroom cloud was reflected in Orion's eyes. It was just one of many dotting the horizon.

Above the clouds, the battle between Arch Lords raged with an intensity that made the skirmishes below look insignificant. Orion saw everything, but he could not afford to manage it.

"Do you regret offending House Julius now?"

Five Demigod presences descended, locking down the space around Orion and hemming him in from every side.

One of them stepped forward, leveling the accusation.

"So, it's you."

Orion recognized the voice. It belonged to the Demigod who had previously stood behind Eudan—Hino Julius.

"That's right. Hino Julius, in the flesh," the man sneered. "I told you this wasn't over. Who gave you the courage to offend House Julius right here in Lord Julius's Territory?"

Arrogance practically radiated from Hino.

In his mind, the calculation was simple: three Demigods from House Julius plus two local Demigods against a single Over-tier existence. It was overkill.

He expected this Over-tier upstart to break under the pressure and hand over everything he owned in the sixth layer without a fight.

Orion stayed silent. He didn't answer Hino because someone else spoke for him.

"I'd like to know who gave you the courage to gang up on my brother?"

The voice thundered across the heavens.

Simultaneously, four massive Demigod Phantoms descended—Leonidas, Arthas, Alexander, and Edward. They took positions at the four cardinal points, effectively encircling the five enemy Demigods who had been surrounding Orion.

The moment the four brothers appeared, a formation locked down the sky, using their positions as anchors. The trap had been sprung in reverse.

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Following Leonidas's taunt, a heavy silence fell.

In the center of the storm, Orion's expression remained flat. Slowly, he raised the War Scythe in his right hand.

"Who are you people?" demanded Pyre Julius. "Do you realize who the Abyssal Ruler of this realm is?"

Pyre Julius was no longer looking at Orion. His eyes were fixed on the Deputy Commander.

Inside the Demigod Phantom of Deputy Commander Edward, a ball of Divine Fire burned with a quiet, terrifying intensity.

It was the mark of the Demigod Second-stage.

For Hino and his group, who were merely at the First Step, that Divine Fire was an existential threat. The mere radiation from it could incinerate their wills to ash.

"Don't look at me. Don't ask me," Deputy Commander Edward said, offering a smile that looked deceptively like that of a kind, harmless grandfather.

He gestured toward the center. "Your Fate is in his hands."

Orion's gaze swept over them. "Sorry to disappoint. You can form a mob to hunt me, so naturally, I can bring my own crew to hunt you."

"Five against five. And look at that... both you and I are here in our True Forms. Seems fair, doesn't it?"

Orion locked eyes with Hino Julius. He was genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected a Demigod to be foolish enough to descend onto a battlefield in their True Form.

Did Hino think that because they were in the sixth layer, no one would dare ignore the authority of Julius? Was he banking his actual life on his family name?

The man was insane.

"Think this through," a new voice interjected, smooth and conciliatory.

"The Abyssal Ruler here is Lord Julius. He is of our blood. I am Cima Julius. This is Pyre. Before you make a move, consider the consequences."

Cima Julius was the final member of the House Julius group. Clearly, these Demigods weren't just brute force; they had a backup plan.

While Hino brought the aggression, Cima was the negotiator, trying to lower the tension.

"I have to admit, you have strength," Cima continued, eyeing the Deputy Commander with a mix of gravity and inquiry. "Perhaps... this is all just a misunderstanding?"

"I told you," Edward smiled again, humble and gentle. "Don't look at me."

"I'm just one of the hired thugs he brought along."

Despite the gentle smile, there was no warmth in Edward's eyes. Behind the facade lay only cold indifference and killing intent.