Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1454 Warmonger's Arrival

Far inside a rift in the Westreach Trench.

The voice of Orion pierced the oppressive gloom, delivering a dark pleasure to Leonidas and Kraken alike.

"Makareth has awakened. I'm dispatching him below alongside the undead legion."

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"That rascal Makareth is awake?"

"Damn right."

"Now the surface invasion army possesses a true battle-hardened leader to spearhead the assault."

Invasion. Warmonger. To Leonidas, such terms carried no scorn; instead, they served as praises. He embodied a being with no desire to sugarcoat his essence or the harsh truth of their campaign. As he frequently declared: We invade out of necessity. Resources are scarce, land is limited. We seize what we require. If that displeases you, what will you do in response?

"This alters the situation," Leonidas went on. "Makareth's presence means we now field three Archlords on the battlefield. That's sufficient to maintain the front until the Holy Order comprehends the assault upon them. It affords us the opportunity to split the seas apart."

In truth, Orion's and Kraken's avatars qualified as Archlords solely in their present form. Factoring them in, the invading army claimed five fighters at Archlord strength. Yet the three needed to concentrate on securing a base in the ocean depths, preventing any land support. Makareth's descent notably eased that strain.

Makareth, a High Demon who forged his personal Lord's Stone—a monster of his own creation. In Archlord status, he operated as an unstoppable force. Versus foes of equal standing, he could readily take on three simultaneously. Even against a superior Archlord, Makareth stood firm. His claim of being "invincible beneath the Demigod level" held real weight; his power substantiated it fully.

Combined with the secret weapons undoubtedly provided by the Deputy Commander, Makareth's arrogance was well-earned.

For Eldoria's conquest, Leonidas had included a loyal Archlord, mirrored by Orion. Elara represented the Stoneheart Horde.

"Assuming no issues at the Siren lair, I must escalate Ocean Hunters' output to an alarming degree right here," Kraken growled. "When the Sea Folk finally respond, our lesser troops won't face numerical inferiority."

Kraken spoke wisely. He along with Leonidas and Orion had deployed aquatic soldiers, yet relative to Eldoria's vast oceanic inhabitants, their forces amounted to mere specks. Luckily, conflicts seldom ignited in full blaze immediately. This pause allowed them to amass might.

"We're simply too impoverished. Our base is far too fragile," Leonidas mourned. "Were it the Cult of Four, they'd have unleashed myriad deep-sea dreadnoughts and beast-scale war fortresses upon this realm already. A direct charge remains the swiftest method to demolish a foe."

A sigh escaped him, recalling the Silverwood Realm. The Cetus Giants Race seized all those Cult of Four vessels. Orion and his allies anticipated looting remnants, but they departed Atlantis with nothing and in retreat.

"Should I shatter the local Realm Formation, I could summon the Black Tower," Orion pondered. "The demonic beasts it generates would render the conflict immensely simpler."

In the Silverwood Realm, Orion seized a Black Tower from the Cult of Four. Supplied with ample resources and power, it spawned infinite hordes of demonic creatures. Crucially, the structure functioned as a portable command center, bypassing the hassle of erecting bases or lairs.

Leonidas and Kraken offered no reply. Within the Champions Alliance, solely the Commander possessed the ability to casually demolish a Realm Formation. The Deputy Commander required considerable effort to study and then breach it.

Furthermore, summoning the Deputy Commander implied dividing the spoils. This campaign belonged to Orion. Leonidas and Kraken possessed the wisdom to stay silent.

"Brother, at your present power, can you not breach the formation?" Leonidas inquired. "Not a single fissure?"

Though aware of Orion's might, he sought the precise boundary.

"Purely for demolition, I could manage it," Orion conceded. "However, acting now would stir the beehive. It would rouse all dormant Demigods and direct their gaze straight toward us. We'd confront all-out warfare at once, besieged from every direction."

Orion had strategized this prior to the incursion's start. The optimal strategy involved the Rite of Fatebound Offering. This rite enabled their entry without breaking the Realm Formation, deceiving the aged, resting entities—or those adrift in the void—that this constituted only an inner strife.

Extending that deception as long as possible let Orion devour more of the adversarial forces, boosting their prospects for complete triumph.

"In that case, we adhere to the strategy," Leonidas declared. "Methodical and unhurried."

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City.

Merely twelve hours prior, a colossal event unfolded on the Utessar Continent, compelling Orion and Lilith's hasty return to Stoneheart City to suppress the growing alarm.

The Human Kingdom had disappeared.

More accurately, the whole kingdom executed a unified relocation to a different landmass. For Stoneheart City's human residents, the report seemed dreamlike, unbelievable. Yet under the astonishment, numerous discerned it as an omen of catastrophe. Such a vast populace's mass exodus always signals escape from an overwhelming adversary or disaster.

"Mr. Greymount, what's your take on this?"

In the Silent Goblet's upper level, Nico, Kadir, and Tristan gathered. Despite integration into the Stoneheart Horde, remnants of loyalty to their old realm persisted. This day, that bond snapped.

"Truth be told, indicators existed prior," Tristan replied, crease deepening on his forehead. "Corruption festered within the kingdom. Numerous nobles acquiring Stoneheart estates lately started liquidating them. And the Capital herding commoners to The Northern Bastion of Menethis? That rang false. Commoners serve as nobility's stock. Have you witnessed a herder shooing his herd off?"

Operating as a inter-realm trader, Tristan detected void energy keenly. Upon the enormous surge striking half a day earlier, he presumed internal strife—maybe the Prince betraying the King. He never foresaw the capital's complete vanishing.

"The sheep got directed northward," Nico stated. "Toward The Northern Bastion of Menethis. Latest word from Lilith says Prince Theodore stayed put. He's maintaining the defense there."

Among the trio, the plump fellow lacked top intellect, yet excelled in cunning and eavesdropping prowess.

"The Northern Bastion forms the fresh enclosure," Tristan reflected grimly. "Yet why would the King undertake this?"

Lacking further details, Tristan, Nico, and Kadir gazed down into their empty cups, the solution eluding them.