Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1420 Divine Kingdom

"They're panicking."

A sneer twisted Leonidas's mouth as he let out a scornful huff. "Battles follow certain codes. Pawns clash against pawns, leaders against leaders, and rulers against rulers. That the Demigods among the Cetus Giants remain unseen so far? It's pushing the Cult of Four to the brink of insanity. They're quaking in fear over whatever lurks in the shadows."

"Drawing out the foe ahead of schedule stands as the sole clever strategy," Orion responded, his voice laced with tension.

An insidious wave of discomfort had enveloped Orion and Leonidas alike. They'd been desperately searching for a method to uncover the opponent's secret weapon, yet the Cult of Four had outmaneuvered them, launching the initial bold assault.

"Have to say, brother," Leonidas whispered, "the Cult serves as a handy partner. For one thing, they always have plenty of fodder to hurl into the fray. Just those twisted sea creatures will keep the slaughter going strong for some time."

This fact couldn't be disputed. The Cult of Four possessed vast resources, infinite schemes, and an inexhaustible reserve of disposable troops. The sole factor that had forced their prior withdrawal by the Champions Alliance was the abrupt arrival of the Commander, whose presence had scared off the Cult's top Archbishop-tier powerhouses.

"Complicated. This whole thing is going to be complicated," Leonidas grumbled, his gaze sharpening. He observed Clown's puppet form darting through the chaos of combat, his thoughts whirling to devise a plan that would eradicate both the Cetus Giants and the Cult in a single decisive blow.

Yet in his heart, Leonidas sensed himself as a angler who'd snagged a colossal beast—the prize proved far too massive to reel up.

Thoom! Thoom!

A pair of thunderous blasts shook the ocean floor.

Two Cetus Giants at the Archlord rank had charged ahead to block Clown's puppet, but they were vaporized in quick succession by successive blasts of energy. It formed a savage, streamlined dual elimination.

From his vantage at the forefront, Kraken's eyes shrank to tiny points.

"Is that Clown?" Kraken breathed, the currents trembling against his flesh. "His puppet alone surpasses what I can handle."

A chilling insight flooded through him. Now he grasped with perfect clarity the immense might of the betrayer from the Champions Alliance. This figure was one he dared not challenge.

Unbeknownst to Kraken, Clown had already achieved ascension. He stood as a genuine Demigod at present. And prior to that rise, empowered by the devotional power from the Cult, Clown had embodied an unstoppable tempest.

After turning those two elite giants into dust, Clown's puppet pressed onward. Before long, yet another Archlord burst from the formation, striving to halt the onslaught.

"The Cetus Demigods are absent," Orion declared, his words slicing past the tumult of warfare.

"Heh... fascinating," Leonidas remarked, a sinister smile creeping over his features.

The puppet's ferocious advance served as the perfect indicator. During a conflict that threatened the very existence of their species, the absence of the Cetus Demigods defied all logic.

"Have they fled in advance?" Leonidas pondered aloud, his tone sinking into a deep growl. "Or perhaps there's nothing remaining here that merits protection?"

These questions weren't directed at Orion; Leonidas wrestled with them internally. "Right from the beginning, the Cetus Giants have behaved oddly. Why avoid joining forces with Atlantis? The entire affair reeks of suspicion."

Should the Cetus Giants collapse...

Lacking their Demigods, the underwater folk held no hope of triumph. Leonidas started weighing the subsequent steps for himself and his blood brother. Would the Cult of Four betray them instantly once the giants perished? Or must they truly bind themselves to this pact and act as covert operatives?

Abruptly, a resonant call thundered from Azurehold's profound abysses.

At the same instant, a ghostly palm emerged from empty space, seizing Clown's puppet and pulverizing it into oblivion with a gruesome snap.

"Children of the Deep! The enemy is at our gates! This is a stain on our honor!"

That timbre brimmed with density, laden with a ferocity on the verge of total release.

"Invaders destroy our homes! They strip us of our freedom! They seek to enslave us, to wipe us from existence!"

Beyond mere encouragement, the proclamation held a mesmerizing, enchanting rhythm—a time-honored ploy of a battle chief.

"People of the Sea! Take up your arms! Stand tall! We resist together! With our weapons and our lives, we defend our home! We defend our kin!"

The proclamation intensified in fervor, throbbing with a concealed force that emanated from Azurehold and gripped every aquatic being. In an instant, the Cetus forces descended into frenzy. Their gazes turned crimson, and their fighting prowess surged dramatically.

"Defend the homeland! Honor to the Deep!"

"Slaughter the invaders!"

"Purge the outsiders!"

The roars swelled into a manic chorus, further fueling the originating call.

"I, Morveth, fight until death!"

"I, Ishraena, stand with my people!"

"I, Amon, offer my flesh to destroy the enemy!"

Right as the concealed Demigods of the Cult of Four geared up to step in, the elusive overlords of the depths at last unveiled their presence.

Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon ascended over Azurehold, assuming enormous, godlike projections. Each gripped an orb of searing radiance.

"Ancestors above, your children beg you—let the Dead Sea descend!"

"Ancestors above, your children beg you—let the Dead Sea descend!"

"Ancestors above, your children beg you—let the Dead Sea descend!"

Guided by the trio of Demigods, the invocation resounded across the waves. The non-combatants and troops who hadn't engaged dropped to their knees amid the sediment. Swimmers twisted their forms into postures of devotion.

Gradually, the glow faded away.

The liquid shifted to pitch black.

The ocean bottom and Azurehold vanished into utter blackness.

At a remote spot, the Cult of Four's lines blazed with sacred illumination. Orion and Leonidas promptly unleashed their own godly essence, forging a bubble of clarity amid the oppressive shadows.

Yet by repelling the obscurity, they beheld the inconceivable.

A lifeless sea was cascading onto the vibrant one.

This manifested as a ghostly domain, an illusory expanse of quiet and demise, flooding into the Moon Sea and blending seamlessly.

Miles distant, upon the Moonlight Continent within Staghelm City.

A column of lunar glow shot skyward. Gima, Demigod of the Moonwell, soared into the air. He peered at the waters below, his face etched with utter astonishment as he observed the merger of two oceans—one tangible, one otherworldly.

"What madness is this? Has the ocean finally broken?"

He was aware that the Champions Alliance and the Cult were advancing on the seas, but this phenomenon? It represented a disaster on an entirely new scale. Were they truly behind such a calamity?

Returning to Azurehold.

If the vision stunned the rest, for Orion it struck like a bolt that rattled his very soul.

"That's... a Divine Kingdom!"

"Not good. We need to—"

Orion's words cut short as the booming proclamation from Azurehold reverberated once more, not via the currents but across the weave of existence.

"The Dead Sea has descended. All outsiders shall kneel."

Far from a mere warning, it constituted an edict. A sacred mandate.

Orion sensed the alteration right away—a ponderous, choking principle of the world bearing down upon them. In dread, he saw this principle seep into Leonidas's frame. The Demigod's presence beside him started to fade, restrained by the Dead Sea's overarching rule.