Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1392 The Titan Descends

Emerald Dream Realm: Beyond the Ruins of Emeric.

"In the name of my Father," Kaelen murmured to the shadowy soil. "Your child, Kaelen, presents this offering!"

Rough, frantic, and fueled by sheer gut feeling, the ceremony unfolded. But the reply struck without delay. A force—vast and timeless—rushed along the ley lines and crashed into Kaelen's frame.

"EMERIC! TODAY YOU DIE!"

WAAAGH!

The roar exploding from Kaelen's mouth rattled the skies and split the ground.

Out from the crater's depths, a spectral figure rose. It formed a gigantic, crimson projection of a titan with four heads and eight limbs. The entity climbed high enough to eclipse half the heavens, throwing a dreadful shade across the field of battle.

"DIE!"

Two enormous hands of the specter lifted, framing Emeric's hovering shape from both sides.

Emeric went rigid. After centuries, genuine dread seized his core for the first time. Motion escaped him. Some unseen power pinned him down—a sacred force overriding spatial rules.

"This... this is impossible!" Emeric stuttered, his ghostly figure wavering. "No... no... wait! We can—"

The words never came to an end.

The specter's hands clapped shut.

BANG!

The strike went beyond mere collision; it erased essence itself. Emeric's Body of Faith—built from raw, focused devotion—got smashed flat like an insect. In a flash, the Arch Lord broke apart into scattered, wild faith power.

One of the phantom's four mouths parted wide, drawing in breath. A whirlpool spun up, pulling all traces of Emeric's being straight into Kaelen's throat.

"And you!"

Kaelen shifted his stare to the edge. His eyes, ablaze with stolen godhood, fixed on the Silver-Eyed King.

"Do you think I'm blind to your schemes? You want to pick the bones? Then die with him!"

Orthelius stiffened. He ruled as King. He stood as an Upper Arch Lord. Yet beneath this titan's glare, he shrank to mere quarry.

Even before he could grasp the danger, the specter's hands swung into action.

I can't dodge!

Alarm blazed in Orthelius's gaze. At last, he grasped Emeric's last seconds. The air had turned solid around him. Reality itself worked to trap him there.

"Kaelen! We have no quarrel!" Orthelius yelled, casting aside pride. "We are not enemies!"

Yet Kaelen lay past all logic. The [Heart of the Titan] craved slaughter.

"DIE!"

The hands met.

Orthelius, King of the Silver-Eyed, got pulverized into oblivion.

A thick, choking quiet draped the battlefield.

Still, Kaelen pressed on. Murderous aura poured from him like a crushing load. He swung his four heads at the last two Arch Lords, Marielle and Darian, who bolted away in panic.

Four arms of the specter stretched out, aiming to slap them down from above.

"Ancestor! Save us!"

Marielle, old and sly, realized flight wouldn't evade divine fury. In a brutal show of loyalty, he jammed his fingers into his own eye hole.

Squelch.

He tore free his left eye and smashed it.

Blood burst forth, yet it hung suspended, shining with eerie glow. A being—immense, primordial, and clearly Demigod—started to gather in the hollow.

"Who dares slaughter my kin?"

A rumble like shifting continents boomed over the lands. Out of the crimson haze, a human-like specter took shape. It was the Silver-Eyed Ancestor.

The Demigod eyed Kaelen with scorn. In his time, every mortal—no matter their strength—would kneel before a Demigod. Talks were favors he bestowed, not demands.

"GO TO HELL!"

Kaelen replied with a hammer of lethal will. Rank meant nothing to him. Demigods held no sway. Only carnage filled his mind.

"Insolent cur. You court death."

The Ancestor's specter stood firm against the crimson titan. He saw it wasn't Orion in the flesh; merely a youth wielding a blade beyond his grasp.

The Ancestor advanced one step.

His shape melted into blazing silver fire. The blaze hit Kaelen hard, searing the ritual power away like tinder.

The crimson specter broke apart.

Kaelen flew back, his mind plunging into darkness from the mental shock. His form flipped through the sky like discarded cloth.

The Ancestor sought more. He warped through the void, appearing right behind the limp youth. His hand rose, poised to smash Kaelen's head.

"That is enough."

A steady voice rang out from deep inside Kaelen's frame.

A globe of golden Divine Power burst from the boy's veins, encasing him in an unbreakable shell.

Normally, this marked the end. Spotting another Demigod's seal on a follower, courtesy called for halt. You spare peers' wards unless courting all-out conflict.

But the Silver-Eyed Ancestor brushed off the rule. He had felt his heir, King Orthelius, perish.

"A life for a life!"

He hammered the golden shield with everything, defying Orion's alert.

"Why make this difficult?" Orion sighed. "It's not like he's permanently dead."

Orion loathed burning Faith Energy on distant shades, yet options ran dry.

From Kaelen's form, a fresh specter appeared. Smaller than Kaelen's flashy blood giant, yet far more solid. It stood as a four-headed, eight-armed emblem of sheer command.

Orion's specter launched one strike.

No noise echoed. Only vanishing.

Half the Silver-Eyed Ancestor's specter erased outright, wiped by the hit's might.

At the same moment, Orion released his complete Demigod aura. It raged over the Chaos Continent like a storm, rousing every dormant force nearby.

In mere breaths, two extra Demigod specters warped in, positioning beside the Silver-Eyed Ancestor.

"Who are you?" one challenged, tone guarded. "Why are you in the Chaos Continent?"

The clash between Kaelen and the Silver-Eyed Tribe faded from mind. To these entities, losing Arch Lords barely registered. The real issue was the invasion.

The Chaos Continent stayed barred. A shield upheld by three Demigods blocked intruders. Orion slipping past wasn't simple entry; it signaled assault.

Orion scanned the three glowing forms encircling him. He sensed their strain, their itch to fight.

"Out of respect for Valthor, I will not bully you," Orion stated evenly.

He regarded them, free of dread, but laced with odd, wistful honor.

So these are the folk Valthor gave his life to shield, Orion mused. Rather quick to flare, aren't they?

Orion held deep admiration for Valthor—the elder god who ended himself to restore radiance to the Emerald Dream Realm. As a Demigod now, that selflessness weighed deeper. He couldn't fathom yielding forever for others.

"You knew Valthor?"

One arrival, cloaked in green radiance, eased a touch. Still, the ring held firm.

"I was there when Valthor and Tusha destroyed each other," Orion said.

Silence. Total, grave hush.

Even the breeze died down. Only Kaelen's faint breaths stirred the crater.

It weighed as a grave confession. Once, Orion would have buried that truth forever, dreading pursuit for the Spring of Life.