Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1390 The Titan's Rage

Emerald Dream Realm: Chaos Continent.

The City of Emeric.

Honored with the name of its ruler and situated across expansive, wavy fields, this timeless bastion had turned into a blood-soaked killing ground.

Century-old bluestone barriers crumbled in heaps. The entrance portals lay broken apart. A swarm of silver-eyed fighters flooded through the gap, their blades gleaming wildly as they hacked through the guards in a savage rush of murderous intent.

Just beyond the city entrances, a enormous chasm ripped into the soil served as a quiet marker of the apocalyptic clash that had unfolded earlier. The elaborate defensive symbols carved on the masonry appeared faded and without vitality. The metropolis had been conquered.

Still, in the midst of the devastation, the fight continued. High over the blazing urban sprawl, the heavens remained a clash zone for this world's divine powers.

"You idiot! Don't you get the situation?"

With fury exploding, Emeric blocked yet another strike. "The Silver-Eyed kingdom rejects foreigners! They shun me, but they'll never allow you to keep breathing!"

Emeric sensed he was debating against an avalanche. He believed Kaelen, the furious colossus assaulting him, served merely as a manipulated brute—a paid enforcer deceived by the Silver-Eyed King. Should Kaelen only change allegiances, Emeric was certain they could reverse the battle's flow.

Yet Kaelen refused to heed.

"Perish! Simply perish!"

Kaelen had changed form. He now embodied a four-headed, eight-limbed manifestation of the Stoneheart Titan, driving his heritage to its utmost extreme. He acted as a wild fighter, a lunatic hurling himself toward Emeric without restraint.

He wasn't merely rushing forward; he employed the Instant Impact method ingrained in Orion's lineage.

Kaelen blurred in motion, his velocity alarming even for a top-tier Arch Lord such as Emeric. Every clash sapped Emeric's endurance, eroding his barriers bit by bit.

Even more dire, three Silver-Eyed Arch Lords prowled the edges like scavenging birds, poised for Kaelen and Emeric to wear themselves out before diving to eliminate the remnants.

Emeric found himself cornered. He couldn't fully engage Kaelen in combat without exposing his rear to the Silver-Eyed King. He witnessed his doom closing in—either smashed by this Titan offspring or slain by the Silver-Eyed alliance.

"Kaelen, hear me out!" Emeric begged, grasping for any chance at bargaining. "If I'd really aimed to wipe out the Dark Butterfly Clan, would you or your mother still draw breath? Our old feud isn't worth it! Let's join forces against the true foe!"

This was a desperate bid for life through talk. But the Silver-Eyed King, Orthelius, had no intention of releasing his quarry.

"Heh... From times long past, the worst offense has been the slight against one's ancestry," Orthelius declared, his tone laced with wicked glee. "Our young ones learn early: Whoever shames your lineage deserves the blade."

Orthelius ranked as an Upper Arch Lord, the supreme hunter amid this chaos. He had orchestrated this snare to secure his people's supremacy. At last, he had pinned down Emeric's actual shape, and no mere partnership would spoil his triumph.

"You disgraced my father! You disgraced my mother!"

Kaelen ignored Emeric's reasoning. Rage roared in his ears like crimson static. Orthelius's statement fueled the fury blazing within him.

Long before, Emeric had craved Sophia, Kaelen's mother. His chase had grown so relentless, so vicious, that it drove Sophia to seek refuge in the Dark Butterfly Clan's sacred lands. She had forsaken every holding beyond Phoenix Butterfly Ridge, sapping the group's strength merely to endure.

Kaelen recalled his mother's sobs. He recalled the terror. He recalled maturing under the weight of this man's avarice.

"Emeric, you have to die!"

Kaelen activated Instant Impact once more, surging quicker than prior. Friction set the surrounding air aflame, generating sparks and turbulent winds into a wild halo.

Unlike Orion, Kaelen lacked a system or endless attributes. His frame wasn't unbreakable. Repeatedly using Instant Impact ripped his own tissues, yet he disregarded the pain.

Emeric struggled similarly. As no giant, half his corporeal structure had already been mashed into gore from the unending onslaught.

"Fool! You stupid brute! You left me no choice!" Emeric howled, his composure shattering. "If I fall, you're coming to the underworld with me!"

BOOM!

Emeric blasted his leftover bodily shell.

Out of the gory blast rose his Body of Faith—a enormous, dark specter bearing vast wing-like membranes, looming above the fray.

"Perish, you mindless beast!" Emeric's cry now warped with unadulterated spiritual force. "Had I foreseen this, I'd have hauled your mother from that ridge personally! I'd have claimed her before your entire cursed kin!"

"You scum! Without you, I'd command this land!"

Tapping a vast sea of faith power, Emeric lifted a ghostly palm. An immense monster talon appeared overhead, crashing onto Kaelen like a wrathful deity's grip.

The blow buried Kaelen into the soil, unleashing a blast that leveled the debris underneath.

But that fell short.

The terrain burst open. Kaelen rose from the depths of a vast pit, all four heads lifted, gazes aflame with resistance.

"SLAY!"

Kaelen started pounding his eight fists on his torso. The beat pulsed raw and booming.

Each thump expanded his form. Fibers ripped and reformed in moments, becoming thicker and bigger. His strength doubled.

This marked Heart of the Titan.

Yet another boon from Orion's heritage. Bearers of the Stoneheart line could tap weaker echoes of the Titan King's skills.

It paled against Orion's version—Orion might conclude such brawls with one strike—but Kaelen pushed his limits fully. Without equipment or superior numbers, he paid in blood for each scrap of might, though his resolve stood unbreakable.

"Emeric! This day spells your end!"

"I'll cleanse my mother's disgrace with your lifeblood!"

Kaelen rocketed upward once more, a projectile of muscle and wrath.

At the edges, the three Silver-Eyed Arch Lords observed the display blending wonder and scheming.

"My King," murmured Marielle, the King's uncle. "Are you aware of his origins? What lineage yields such battle prowess?"

"I haven't a clue," King Orthelius confessed. "Prior to the conflict, our explorers mapped the area. The Dark Butterfly Clan amounted to little—a frightened bunch cowering in seclusion."

"Who would have foreseen," Orthelius pondered, "that such a small group could birth an Over-tier beast like him?"

In the Emerald Dream Realm, an Over-tier combatant— one capable of striking beyond their rank—represented the greatest reward. And the deadliest danger.