Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1347 Bloodline Decree

"The natural talent of Anubis and Wepwawet is irrelevant," Rendall remarked, swirling the golden liquid within his glass. "Dirtclaw laid the foundation. Those youngsters are merely strolling down the path he cleared."

He took a drink, his gaze filled with skepticism. "They appear tall, certainly. However, that is only because they are standing on the shoulders of Giants."

"What is this? Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Rendall questioned, noting the expression crossing Drakthul’s features.

"You're damn right it is," Drakthul grunted in response.

In Rendall's presence, Drakthul abandoned the facade of a stoic Elder. Having shed blood together in countless trenches, they had no need for pretenses.

"I observe the other families producing geniuses one after another. Then I return home, look at my own grandchildren, and feel the urge to strangle every last one of them," Drakthul sighed, his voice heavy with irritation. "I am not kidding, brother. Not a single one is worth a damn. If just one of them displayed the potential to reach the Legendary Rank, I wouldn't be lying awake every night."

It was a raw admission of his deep-seated dread.

Both Rendall and Drakthul were currently stalled at the Peak Alpha Rank. They understood the reality: unless they achieved a breakthrough to the Legendary Rank, their time was running out. While Drakthul’s clan held significant power within the Stoneheart Horde for now, such influence was temporary. Without a Legendary powerhouse to protect the family's future, their fall was a certainty.

"The Legendary Rank..." Rendall whispered, his cynicism turning into sympathy. "To those lacking the talent, it is a wall that touches the heavens."

Rendall felt the same frustration, though his circumstances weren't quite as desperate. While he hadn't reached the rank himself, his daughter Ursa and grandson Steelblade showed great promise. They possessed the necessary spark. Furthermore, the new generation of the giant tribe had experienced a surge in potential due to Orion’s passive effects.

Rendall remained unaware that his other relatives, Fergus and Tarn, who were stationed in the distant Silverwood Realm, had already ascended to the Legendary Rank. The moment Orion became a Demigod, the bloodline connection had pulled them upward. However, that intelligence had not yet reached Stoneheart City.

"You are still energetic enough," Rendall said, leaning in with a mischievous smirk. "Why not follow the King's example? Wed a few more exotic women. Perhaps the issue lies with the soil rather than the seed. You might father a superior heir."

Though the advice was blunt, it was highly practical in their world.

Orion, the Giant King, served as the ultimate proof. His children were monsters of pure talent. Following his lead, inter-species marriages had become the latest trend among Giants seeking to diversify and fortify their bloodlines. Currently, the Succubus Tribe and the Garland Tribe were the most coveted partners, evidenced by the clear success of Pallas and Caelus.

"Take more wives?" Drakthul snorted, dismissively waving his hand. "I lack the stamina for such things. My entire focus is on the breakthrough..."

Drakthul’s sentence was cut short.

ROAR!

The sound originated neither from the tent nor the city. Instead, it exploded from within their very pulses.

It was a primal, mental roar that shook their very bones.

Rendall and Drakthul froze, their eyes widening as a vision seized their consciousness. Within the metaphysical ocean of their bloodline, a massive figure emerged from the red waves—a Titan possessing four heads and eight arms, supporting the firmament.

"Orion!"

They cried out the name together. That aura was unmistakable.

ROAR!

The internal manifestation bellowed once more, releasing a shockwave of pure authority.

This phenomenon was not limited to their tent; it was occurring everywhere.

Within the Titanion Realm, the Emerald Dream, the Silverwood Realm, the Valkorath Realm, Sunset City, the Cretaceous World, and the infinite Sea of Sand—everywhere a Giant lived, the vision manifested.

It even reached the darkest depths of the Abyss.

The more powerful the Giant, the more vivid the sight became. For the Giant Lords and ancient patriarchs across the multiverse, the appearance of the [Stoneheart Titan] in their blood was not merely an image; it was a divine command.

By sacrificing the [Bloodline Awakening Pool] to the Temple, Orion had effectively rewritten the genetic blueprint of his entire race.

This was a [Bloodline Confirmation]. The Titan God was announcing the emergence of a new apex branch—the Stoneheart Titan—through the spiritual web of their species.

"A Stoneheart Titan?"

In a secluded world, a Titan seated upon a throne of bone opened his eyes, his gaze a mix of confusion and curiosity.

"A new bloodline?" a Giant Demigod whispered from a lower plane of the Abyss. "I must subjugate them."

"Locate them. Find the Stoneheart lineage!"

Throughout the cosmos, reactions spanned from wonder to envy to predatory hunger. Yet one fact was undeniable: the name "Stoneheart Titan" was now etched into the collective soul of the Giant race.

This was a historical turning point. In the vast eons of Giant history, such an event had occurred only once before.

This marked the second time.

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City

Back at the fortress, the mood was less about "cosmic destiny" and more about "family matters."

Lilith stood with her jaw dropped, staring at the teenage girl standing beside her husband. Pallas appeared equally bewildered.

"Elara had a bit of a... growth spurt," Orion remarked casually, as if he were merely explaining a late arrival to dinner. "Lilith, you'll need to order a new set of clothes for her. She won't be fitting into her old dresses anymore."

He patted Lilith’s shoulder, ignoring the fact that Elara was currently pinching Pallas’s cheeks, treating him like a small infant.

"I'll leave this to you," Orion stated, heading toward the Great Hall.

He was unconcerned with the cosmic waves he had just triggered. He had logistical matters to attend to.

His primary objective was to structure his Divine Kingdom. He needed to establish a permanent transport system linking the Horde to the Temple to facilitate the transformation ritual on a large scale. This required the construction of high-tier teleportation arrays, which would consume a massive amount of costly magical materials.

Even with the entire wealth of the Stoneheart Horde, he would likely fall short. He needed to call in some debts.

[System Access: Survivor's Platform]

He signed into the private channel of the Champions Alliance.

The chat was silent. His allies were occupied with managing their own territories.

First, he confirmed a pending transaction from Scarecrow—a huge delivery of grain, which was processed automatically.

Then, he sent a message.

Hulk: "I have finished my Cultivation. Is everyone still among the living?"

His words were like a stone tossed into a quiet pond.

Aerin: "Whoa! Godfather! You’ve finally appeared!"

The reply was instantaneous.

Ever since the Forest of Nature was freed, Aerin, the Wood Elf Queen, had been buried under reconstruction efforts. However, now that her government was functional, she had shifted from a frontline commander to a bureaucrat. Her days were now spent mostly approving proposals and signing legislation.

This meant she had ample time to linger on the Survivor’s Platform, hunting for rare materials and waiting for something exciting to happen.