Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1310 Infinite Soul-Ring

"Seriously, just who was that guy?"

Within the oppressive atmosphere of the Sixth Abyssal Layer, the question lingered. Leonidas had finally given voice to the uncertainty eating at the group regarding their enigmatic protector, but only a heavy silence followed.

"His identity is irrelevant."

Arthas spoke up, his tone frostily pragmatic. While the rest of the party remained stunned by the recent conflict, he was already calculating their next move.

"Of the five Demigods who ambushed Orion, two are currently retreating within their own borders," Arthas noted, laying out a strategy that immediately commanded their focus. "This is an opportunity we cannot ignore. We strike now—either we eliminate them, or we bleed them dry of every resource they possess."

He paused, a predatory shimmer reflecting in his eyes. "Even if the situation destabilizes later, we will have already secured their treasuries. We aren't going home empty-handed."

Arthas stood in a class of his own when it came to cold, efficient ruthlessness. It was the perfect tactical choice: minimal danger for the highest possible gain.

"Brother!" Leonidas beamed, glancing toward Orion with blatant excitement.

Alexander, Edward, and Arthas all turned their attention to Orion, awaiting his final command.

"I'll take the lead," Orion declared, already stepping forward. He was no fool; in this world, one never misses a chance to kick an enemy while they are down—especially when that enemy is guarding a mountain of riches.

Entrusting the post-war cleanup of the Foundry Citadel and the Conquest Legion to their subordinates, Orion and his inner circle broke away from the main battalion. They moved with lethal speed toward the domains of the two enemy Demigods, Grefiel and Brodin.

Since those two had utilized their Demigod Phantoms during the previous clash, their true physical bodies were currently vulnerable at their home bases. Orion didn't necessarily have to slay both; cornering even one would allow them to extort a fortune in high-level equipment and wealth.

The prospect of pillaging the private vaults of beings who had spent centuries hoarding Abyssal treasures sent a rush of adrenaline through Orion's body. Like a veteran raid team approaching a defenseless loot chest, the Champions Alliance accelerated toward their prey.

Unknown Space. The Divine War.

For those who had reached the Fourth and Fifth Stages of the Demigod realm, combat was no longer a simple scuffle—it was a Divine War.

"Kaidric, what is the meaning of this provocation?"

The speaker was Julius, the Abyssal Ruler of the Sixth Layer. He glared at the figure known as Kaidric—a foundational pillar of the Death-Soul Race. Although Julius had no personal history with him, the terrifying prestige of the Death-Soul Race was well-known.

"There is no hidden meaning," Kaidric answered, sounding utterly disinterested. "I have simply decided that I like the Sixth Layer."

He looked down at Julius as if inspecting a common insect. "You have two paths: leave this place, or die."

Kaidric's demeanor was the polar opposite of Commander Thresh's. While others might maintain a facade of professional respect, Kaidric offered nothing but disdain. He completely disregarded the Fourth Stage status of Julius.

"Kaidric, do not be reckless," Julius snarled, his expression darkening with rage. "This level of hostility... are you truly prepared to ignite a total war between our two races?"

Julius was far from stupid; he grasped the timing of Kaidric's arrival perfectly. It was no accident that this powerhouse had manifested the moment Julius was at his weakest, right after the other Demigods had been neutralized.

It was maddening. The title of Abyssal Ruler was a highly contested prize. The former sovereign had perished under mysterious circumstances, and Julius had liquidated his clan's assets and drained his own Divine Power to cleanse the "Gray World" rot just to claim the position. He had only just grasped the Divine Calling.

Now, Kaidric had arrived to snatch the spoils of victory right at the finish line.

"A war between races?" Kaidric let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You honestly believe you are worth such a thing?"

His gaze turned piercing. "Did you think we were blind to the pathetic schemes you Abyssal Demons conduct in the shadows? We simply haven't felt like pinning the crimes on you yet."

Kaidric's face became a mask of ice. He had originally planned to let Julius escape—had the demon simply fled with his tail between his legs, Kaidric would have let the cosmos deal with him eventually. However, Julius had blundered by trying to use the political weight of the Death-Soul Race as a shield.

"Since you are so eager for the grave, allow me to personally show you the way to hell."

A ring of pure darkness manifested upon Kaidric's left hand.

Before Julius could even blink, the black ring expanded, erupting like a sun of shadows. In a heartbeat, the entire dimension was consumed, swallowing Julius whole.

"A Demigod Artifact!" Julius shrieked. As a Fourth Stage Demigod, he recognized the terrifying nature of the object instantly.

"Impressive observation," Kaidric sneered, his voice vibrating from every direction at once. "This is the Infinite Soul-Ring. And for your information... you are not the first wielder of a Divine Calling to perish within its depths."

Kaidric's words were laced with venom. There was no turning back; once a weapon of this caliber was revealed, no witnesses could be left alive.

The Infinite Soul-Ring roared to life. Within its event horizon, the very fabric of time and space bowed to Kaidric's command. For Julius, who had yet to condense a legitimate Divine Spark, the distortion of infinite time signaled only one outcome: absolute erasure.

"Kaidric! What do you want from me?" Julius bellowed, his mask of calm shattering. "A Divine Calling isn't worth this level of conflict! I will give you anything! Just name your price!"

Julius was a tyrant, but he was no martyr. He wouldn't grovel for his life, but he was logical enough to try and bargain. He offered massive concessions, desperate to escape the closing trap.

"You still fail to understand," Kaidric sighed, his voice slowing as he savored the demon's despair. "You crossed the wrong people. Do you truly believe House Julius is significant? Please. The true powers simply haven't bothered to step out of their homes to crush you yet."

Kaidric observed Julius's titanic, demonic form—not as a rival, but as a harvestable asset. He studied the demon with the clinical eye of a master smith evaluating raw ore.

"A Fourth Stage Chaos Demon..." Kaidric pondered aloud. "Quite a generous gift from an old friend. Now... what should I craft from your remains? A monument? A divine blade? Perhaps a spear?"

The sheer indignity of it burned Julius more than any spell. For the first time, he grasped the truth: in Kaidric's eyes, he wasn't a king. He was just a mob. He was nothing more than high-grade materials.

ROAR!

The colossal Chaos Demon let out a thunderous cry, thrashing violently against the walls of the infinite void in a desperate attempt to break the Demigod Artifact's hold.

But his efforts were pointless.

The chasm between the Fourth and Fifth Stages was as wide as the distance between a flickering candle and a raging inferno. As long as the artifact's laws remained active, there was no escape.

A Demigod Artifact drew its power from a Divine Spark. And the disparity between a true Divine Spark and a mere Divine Calling was the difference between a priceless masterpiece and a cheap imitation.