Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1421 Divine Interdict

"Damn it all! That's a Divine Interdict!"

Leonidas growled, his features contorting as though he'd taken a direct blow. "It's choking off seventy percent of my strength!"

This spelled disaster. At the moment, he occupied his World Dragon avatar. Should this body get damaged or obliterated in this spot, the rebound on his actual soul would prove catastrophic.

"The Dead Sea isn't mere liquid; it's a Divine Kingdom unfolding right here and now," Orion stated, his tone sharp and pressing. "Escape immediately. Before the laws harden and trap you."

Orion skipped any argument. He tore open a teleportation scroll beside his blood-sworn brother without delay.

Reality twisted savagely. Leonidas disappeared in a ragged burst of radiance, swearing profusely as the void forces yanked him out of the Silverwood Realm.

Orion lost no time. He darted over the chaos of battle, seizing Kraken by the arm and pulling him away from the vanguard.

"Orion! What's going on? Why has everything turned pitch black?" Kraken demanded, alarm creeping into his tone. Since he hadn't reached Demigod rank yet, the otherworldly forces reshaping the field remained invisible to him.

"A Divine Kingdom without an owner is slamming into our world," Orion clarified swiftly, his gaze sweeping the shadows. "It's imposing its rules on everything. It bars intruders."

While Orion explained, that profound, echoing voice thundered once more from Azurehold's direction.

"The Dead Sea arrives. The Sea's Kin will behold the light."

This rang as an order, not mere advice. In an instant, the oppressive blackness cleared from Orion and Kraken's sight. The opaque, jet-dark waves shifted to pristine clarity, lit by an ethereal shimmer.

"Orion... I can see now," Kraken murmured, his eyes fluttering in confusion. He faced the Second Marshal, seeking clarity.

Orion, scroll in hand for Kraken's withdrawal, hesitated. He gradually dropped his arm, his rigid posture easing a bit.

"The 'outsiders' targeted by the law... that doesn't include us."

The realization snapped together. Leonidas counted as a Dragon—a foreign being to this sea. Yet Orion's present form was an Abyssal Dreadfin, and Kraken a true-born Mermaid. To the Divine Kingdom, they belonged to the depths. The restriction spared them.

"The Dead Sea arrives. All who abandon the water will face death."

Yet another decree crashed into the realm's essence. This one formed a prison, chaining all aquatic beings to the waves and blocking any flight. For Orion, though, it transformed into a predator's domain.

"They're ours now," Orion declared, a fierce spark igniting in his stare.

He glanced at the distant edge. The Cult of Four's Demigods showed clear signs of strain. Clown, Witch, and their comrades qualified as 'outsiders.' The Divine Kingdom bore down on them, throttling almost eighty percent of their fighting ability.

"Kraken, take down the Witch. The law has weakened her badly."

Before Kraken could fully process the command, Orion had vanished, a streak of speed hurtling toward the Cult's commanders.

At the same instant, three enormous silhouettes burst from Azurehold—Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon. They spotted the opening too.

Orion broadcast his words to the towering Demigods, claiming his prey while aligning the assault. "The rest don't matter to me. The Jester belongs to me. I've got a score to settle."

The trio of Cetus Demigods shared looks and veered off, hurtling toward Pontiff Valerius, Pontiff Konak, and the enigmatic presence trailing them.

The retaliation surged forward.

"Enter the Abyss."

A swirling maelstrom of utter shadow unfurled at Orion's back.

Clown had been in the midst of a spell, trying to flee via teleport, but the maelstrom devoured his void power in a flash, nullifying the magic and stranding him there.

"The Second Marshal?" Clown gaped, his garish grin wavering. "I've got no beef with you. When did I cross Atlantis?"

Shock washed over him in surges. First, an supposed friend turning on him. Second, this 'Marshal' utterly untouched by the Dead Sea's restraint.

"Hold on," Clown's gaze sharpened, thoughts whirling. "Atlantis showed up from thin air. You're surface-dwellers. You're tied to the Champions Alliance."

Clown proved quick-witted. He pieced it together instantly.

"No shock in your expression," Clown observed, his tone icing over. "So my guess hits the mark."

He held no fear of dying—this was just a puppet body and a sliver of soul projection. But intel mattered. Was the Second Marshal the sole infiltrator? Or did all three Atlantis Marshals serve the Alliance?

Orion offered no reply.

This jester had drawn the bug horde to the Titanion Realm, aiming to raze Orion's stronghold in his absence. No speeches, no taunting exchanges would follow.

Orion extended his reach. A gigantic, ghostly talon emerged from the nothingness—raw, shadowy, and inexorable.

Crunch.

The Abyssal talon clamped shut on Clown. The puppet form and Demigod soul shard crumbled to powder on the spot.

A Demon Claw?

Are you... part of the Demon Race?

Who exactly are you?

The queries echoed in the mental residue of Clown's end. He perished in bewilderment. From what he recalled, the Champions Alliance sheltered no Demons.

Orion registered no emotion as the form dissolved. Under the suppression, Clown had amounted to easy prey awaiting the kill.

Still, the clash revealed a key truth. The Divine Kingdom's rules did attempt to curb Orion's Demigod soul projection. Safety came from burying it deep within the Abyssal Dreadfin's corporeal frame. Not a lasting fix, but sufficient for the time being.

Orion pivoted and warped space to reach Kraken.

"Orion," Kraken uttered, his voice strained. "They've figured us out."

Three minutes earlier, as Kraken advanced to block the Witch, she showed no astonishment. She'd anticipated it.

"Hee hee... well, well, little brother," she'd mocked, her words laced with poisonous fondness. "Climbing the ranks? Teaming up with the Champions Alliance?"

Kraken stayed silent, but his pupils' instinctive shrink betrayed him.

"How'd you figure it out?" he'd questioned at last, steadying his nerves.

"Oh, your performance was perfect," the Witch replied, her eyes sparkling as she peered beyond him, detecting the incoming Titan Orion. "Not a hint of flaw in your disguise."

She regarded Kraken, her face twisting into an enigmatic mask.

Giants. Sea Folk. The Champions Alliance gathered outcasts from every realm's edge.

It marked an intriguing twist.

Gazing at Kraken, the Witch experienced an odd wave of reminiscence. He mirrored her own past self.