Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1327 Bloodline Resonance

Leonidas was not exaggerating in the slightest.

The urgency in his tone underscored a severe bottleneck: as the Champions Alliance grew its territory, finding reliable subordinates to manage the expansion was becoming a nightmare. Capable personnel had become their most precious resource.

Tangere had already passed his observation phase. Integrating him into the inner circle—and putting his skills to use—was no longer merely an idea; it had become a necessity.

"I will take care of it," Orion declared, his voice firm. "After my seclusion fully concludes, I'll pay him a visit personally. Before we grant him such authority, I want to judge his character face-to-face."

Once the choice was finalized, the tension hanging over the table evaporated. Atop the four-sided tower, the powerhouses of the Champions Alliance spent the remainder of the meeting drafting their grand strategy, their conversation protected by a soundproof barrier.

Standing nearby at attention, Standard-bearer Vex and Xalathar watched with wide eyes.

They observed their Master and the other supreme entities communicating in silence. To their eyes, it resembled a pantheon of gods deliberating over the world's destiny. No sound reached them, only the crushing weight of the figures' presence.

The raw power emanating from Orion alone was enough to force them to their knees, but witnessing him command the absolute respect of four other Demigods shattered their understanding of the world.

In their hearts, the Foundry Citadel was no longer just a stronghold; it had transformed into a global superpower.

The brothers caught the look of awe on their subordinates' faces but paid it no mind. Such reactions were common to them.

Vex fixed his gaze on Orion’s massive back, his hands clenching into tight fists.

I need to attain that, Vex thought, his ambition burning hotter than his fear. I must reach the Arch Lord rank. I refuse to remain a mere spectator forever.

Meanwhile, in Stoneheart City of the Titanion Realm.

Years had rolled by since the Civil War reached its end. Pallas and Elara had returned as conquering heroes, their wagons overflowing with war loot, welcomed by the thunderous cheers of the masses.

Yet glory is fleeting, and the world continues to turn. The frantic energy following the victory had eventually transitioned into a stable, rhythmic era of peace.

The morning sun painted the battlements of Stoneheart City in shades of gold, catching the worn textures of the masonry. The city was maturing, gaining a profound sense of history and permanence.

The streets echoed with the sounds of a stable society: the steady ring of blacksmiths' hammers, the song of birds, and the sounds of children playing amidst the market stalls. It was a portrait of perfect calm.

Inside the castle, however, lamps were still burning bright.

Lilith sat at a massive desk, nearly buried under piles of official documents. She had labored through the night, overseeing the endless administrative details required to keep the Horde functioning.

WAAAGH!

A deep, bone-shaking roar suddenly thundered from the castle's lower levels.

It was the unmistakable cry of a Giant. Lilith dropped her pen immediately, her heart racing. She recognized that voice instantly. It belonged to her son, Pallas.

She frowned. Pallas was known for his discipline; he would never lose control in such a manner unless a crisis had occurred.

Without a moment's hesitation, she rose from her seat and hurried toward the exit.

The castle was already in an uproar before she even reached the corridor. Guards were rushing about, and a Succubus maid appeared at Lilith’s side, her face pale and breathless.

"My Lady," the maid panted, bowing quickly. "Prince Pallas... he has gone into a frenzy during his training!"

The maid continued before Lilith could even speak. "He was in the middle of a spar with the Princess, and then... he just lost all restraint. He couldn't contain his bloodline power. It just erupted from him..."

Lilith didn't wait for the conclusion. She became a blur of motion, racing down the hallway.

Orion had fathered four children, but to the backbone of the Stoneheart Horde—the Giants, Succubi, Gnolls, Minotaurs, and Obsidian Golems—Pallas was the crown jewel. He represented their future.

The political stability of the Horde was tied directly to him. They could not permit any harm to come to him. Even if Pallas had been mediocre, they would have done everything to support his claim to the throne.

But Pallas was no mediocre heir. He was a true prodigy.

Lilith reached the subterranean training grounds to find the sector already under lockdown. Shadow Guards and elite sentinels had established a secure perimeter.

"Mom!"

Elara stood near the arena's edge. If anyone understood the state of Pallas's mind, it was his older sister.

Lilith rushed to her, eyes searching the swirling red mist at the center of the floor. "What has happened to the boy?"

Her mask of leadership faltered, replaced by a mother's anxiety. She looked at Elara, expecting to see terror.

Instead, Elara appeared... captivated.

"Do not worry, Mom. He hasn't lost his sanity," Elara remarked, her gaze fixed on the churning crimson vapor. "He isn't going wild. He is... evolving."

Elara had never felt a Bloodline Resonance before. She was unaware that Orion had just ended his seclusion. However, she knew the scent of power when she encountered it.

"Evolving?"

Lilith stood still. That single word sparked a deep memory.

Years ago, when she reached the rank of Lord, her bloodline had resonated with Pallas. But that had been like a pebble dropped in a pond.

This? This was a tidal wave.

"Orion..." Lilith breathed, her hand rising to her lips. "Did you actually..."

She lacked the courage to finish the thought.

Her husband. The King of Giants. The Legend. Had he truly achieved it? Had he finally climbed to the realm of Demigods?

The mere possibility caused her heart to beat against her ribs like a drum of war.

"Mom? Are you alright?"

Elara noticed the change in Lilith's demeanor immediately. She tilted her head, observing her mother with curious, wide eyes.

Lilith forced herself to smile, reaching out to stroke Elara's hair.

"I am fine, dear," she said, her voice shaking with repressed joy. "Pallas is going through a Bloodline Resonance. It signifies that his father... has likely taken a massive step forward."

Elara’s eyes sparkled. "You mean Dad is a Demigod now? Is he coming back?"

Lilith offered no verbal reply; she simply nodded, her eyes glistening with tears.

WAAAGH!

Another primal roar ripped through the training hall, blowing the red mist apart.

A wave of pure spiritual pressure slammed into the spectators. It was heavy, overwhelming, and undeniable.

It was the unmistakable aura of the Legendary rank.

In just a few minutes, driven by his father's breakthrough, Pallas had smashed through his own limits to become a Lord.

"Wow... that intensity," Elara breathed.

"A Lord?" Lilith whispered, completely stunned.

Elara was simply impressed by her brother's sudden growth. Lilith, however, grasped the sheer impossibility of the scene before her.

In the Stoneheart Horde, countless soldiers spent their entire lives trapped at the peak of the Alpha level. Breaking into the Legendary rank was a barrier that halted ninety-nine percent of all cultivators.

And Pallas had just stepped through that barrier as if it were nothing more than a sheet of paper.