Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1391 In the name of my Father

The greater the realm achieved, the more fearsome an Over-tier fighter proved to be.

From King Orthelius's perspective, should Kaelen manage to hold his ground against an Arch Lord even while remaining in the Legendary Realm, his future prospects after breakthrough would know no bounds. Upon reaching Arch Lord status himself, the Silver-Eyed Tribe would find themselves forced to lower their gaze and tread carefully in his presence.

Should we merely observe without intervening, Emeric's lands will soon fall under a fresh ruler. We could end up swapping a tolerable foe for something truly nightmarish.

As Kaelen clashed fiercely with Emeric, a spark of respect ignited within the King's heart. Power always earned his regard.

"Your Majesty, we can't let him survive," one of the other Arch Lords interrupted sharply, snuffing out Orthelius's emerging fondness.

"Unless..." Marielle, the King's uncle, inserted calmly. "Unless the young man agrees to wed into our tribe. Consider it—he battles with such ferocity to restore his mother's dignity. That reveals devotion. That displays true spirit."

Marital bonds. This age-old strategy for integrating perilous lineages was one Marielle excelled at wielding.

"It's worth attempting," Orthelius admitted, his gaze sharpening. "Yet if he turns it down? We have to strike him down without delay. Then we eradicate the Dark Butterfly Clan entirely. Capable of producing a beast like him, they could spawn yet another."

Orthelius gave a nod. He possessed numerous daughters—certainly gifted ones, along with those of striking beauty. Offering up a couple to bind a potent asset like Kaelen represented an excellent trade.

"Your Majesty," the third Arch Lord, Darian, chimed in. His eyes fixed on the skirmish, blending astonishment with blatant avarice. "Examine it more closely. Emeric belongs to the Dark Fiend race. They're nearly impervious to bodily harm. Yet his true form? It's been utterly crushed."

"No matter the method that lad employs to ignore physical invulnerability... we must claim it," Darian whispered fiercely. "Should we enlist him, the Silver-Eyed Kingdom absolutely requires that ability."

Avarice ignited in the gazes of the trio of commanders.

"Set up the suppression barrier," Orthelius ordered. "Should he reject the union, we'll deploy the Soul-Searching Arts. Extract the mystery from his thoughts prior to ending him. Ensure he doesn't slip away."

In the meantime, the confrontation had escalated to its most intense climax.

Kaelen battled with demonic fury, empowered by [Heart of the Titan] and [Instant Impact]. Yet the truth remained unforgiving. As a Legendary fighter, he faced an Upper Arch Lord who had invoked his Body of Faith.

Emeric adopted a patient approach. He permitted Kaelen to wear himself out battering his ethereal barriers.

BOOM!

Emeric's Body of Faith conjured a colossal peak of void energy, crashing it onto Kaelen and entombing him beneath the soil again.

"Kaelen! You're powerful, but victory eludes you here!" Emeric bellowed, his tone steadying somewhat as the haze cleared. "You've shattered my corporeal form. Doesn't that suffice? Your mother's reputation stands restored!"

"Glance about, young one! The Silver-Eyed Kingdom circles us like scavengers! They crave our demise—both of us!"

Emeric directed a ghostly digit toward the floating group. "Win or lose, we're fodder for their feast. Why not ally? United, we'll forge an escape from this trap!"

Orthelius flinched. Emeric spoke truth. Forfeiting much of his bodily integrity outweighed Sophia's two decades in isolation by a wide margin. Possessing any instinct for survival, Kaelen ought to accept the proposition.

"Kaelen, ignore his deceptions!" Orthelius roared, sending his words booming over the field. "The Silver-Eyed Kingdom holds no grudge against you or the Dark Butterfly Clan!"

"When the conflict concludes, we'll leave you in peace," Orthelius deceived with ease. "Actually, my counselors and I just conferred on an offer. Should you consent, we'd be privileged to merge our clans via matrimony."

"A champion of your stature merits the most exquisite women from our kind!"

Orthelius shot a venomous look at Emeric, inwardly damning him.

That cunning rogue.

Emeric sought to portray his severe wound as a deliberate offering to halt the grudge. Utterly vile.

Orthelius aimed to shatter Emeric's tale. He extended the gesture of peace not from benevolence, but from shrewd planning. The Silver-Eyed Kingdom would soon border the Dark Butterfly Clan. Controlling the watchdog surpassed battling it.

Yet the pair of Arch Lords—the frantic demon and the scheming monarch—had committed a grave mistake.

They had undervalued the Stoneheart heritage.

They failed to grasp that for Orion's pure heir, combat transcended mere tactics or endurance. It became an altered state. In this mode, Kaelen ceased being merely a youth pursuing vengeance. He transformed into a conduit for the Titan's intent—a resolve that innately rejected surrender.

Kaelen ignored the marriage propositions. He tuned out the alliance entreaties. He simply sensed the blaze. And he surrendered to its engulfing flames.

"In my Father's name..."

Kaelen's words emerged from the crater's core, deep and gravelly, resonating across the terrain.

"Your offspring, Kaelen... presents this offering!"

Buried in his core lineage, yet another barrier unlocked.

[Divine Art: Blood Sacrifice]

This rite differed from Orion's. Orion had given to enigmatic, stellar beings. Kaelen offered to a presence far more immediate. He devoted himself to his sire.

Titanion Realm. Stoneheart City.

Orion, enthroned in deep meditation, abruptly widened his eyes.

He extended his enormous hand. Suspended mere inches from his flesh floated a lone bead of aureate blood.

It belonged to Kaelen. Yet it mirrored his own.

The speck throbbed with fierce warmth. Beyond mere heredity, it carried most of Kaelen's vitality. The youth scorched his lifespan from both sides, yielding his core being to the Titan King for raw might.

"Foolhardy boy," Orion rumbled, a subtle grin curving his mouth.

The raw intensity of the lad's determination caught him off guard. Yielding life essence spelled doom for nearly all. It betrayed an awesome drive for triumph.

"Very well," Orion whispered, enclosing the bead in his fist. "You've pushed to this extent, so witness what you achieve with genuine armament."

Orion shut his eyes.

Via the unseen link of lineage and belief, he channeled a torrent of his Divine Power into the emptiness, directing it precisely toward the spirit invoking him.