Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1472 Six Statues of Flesh

Nobody desired to initiate a crusade without proper reconnaissance.

"The Andor Diocese has already fallen. The enemy won't stop there; they're coming for Dolame Square."

"Precisely. The clash at Dolame Square serves as our crucial indicator. It will expose the enemy's actual strength. Only after that can we determine if the dire circumstances justify the steep toll in lives needed to call upon the Holy Son."

A heavy silence ensued after the Inquisition Commander's evaluation. Every gaze shifted toward the scrying mirror hovering over the raised platform. The invading army advanced relentlessly, drawing nearer to Dolame Square.

For the devoted followers, the sacred conflict had ignited.

Dolame Square stood as the luminous core of the Holy Order. However, at this instant, it was overwhelmed by shadows and carnage.

The immense statue of the Goddess at the plaza's heart—typically a quiet absorber of supplications and hopes—started to vibrate with a gentle, creamy glow. Immersed in this glow, the faithful saw their terror transform into wild devotion. A unified resolve, a frantic bastion of belief, started to form.

ROAR!

SCREECH!

The heavens ripped apart amid the piercing cries of dragon beasts and the ghostly squeals of flying undead. The intense sound waves demolished the tentative spirit building in the square. Enormous silhouettes raced across the masses, delivering an oppressive weight.

Pandemonium erupted.

Bolts from crossbows, beams of sacred light, and mystical incantations burst forth from all parts of the city. They tore at the wings of swooping dragon beasts, causing huge bodies to plummet into the panicking crowds, demolishing structures and worshippers in equal measure. Yet, for each creature brought down, a pair more pierced the defenses, plunging directly toward the plaza's core.

"PURGE THE INTERLOPERS."

"PURGE THE INTERLOPERS."

The incantation thundered six times—robotic, rasping, unyielding.

A hexagram array of magic blazed under the main statue. The Goddess's glow disappeared in a flash, drawn into the six stone sentinels positioned around the edges.

To be exact, these six Templars were mere sculptures. Yet, as the enchantment activated, the rock lost its dull tone, gaining the hue of vital skin. Their presences exploded, reaching the level of a lesser Archlord.

"The Templars from the frescoes!"

"The Goddess sees us!"

"Purge the invaders!"

"Let the glory of the Holy Order illuminate the four corners of the world!"

The rousing of the Templars drove the fanatics into madness. They dropped to their knees, prostrating and invoking, channeling their mental power into the protectors and the Goddess.

Thrum-thrum-thrum!

One among the six Templars lifted a stone longbow. Without loading any projectile, he unleashed a barrage of sheer brilliance. The luminous arrows swept the skies, annihilating the dragon beasts and gargoyles wheeling over the plaza.

From a hill beyond the city walls, Elara, Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros observed the chaos below.

"I wondered why a vital area like Dolame Square had no fortifications," Makareth grumbled. "The protection isn't walls. It's those automatons."

Makareth could be a savage, but he wasn't stupid. The opening assault of dragon beasts and undead had achieved its goal: a probing sacrifice to compel the foe's response.

"Six mechanisms. Signatures at Archlord tier," Elara noted, her gaze sharpening. "They're powered by the Holy Order's accumulated faith essence temporarily. If they can draw straight from godly might is uncertain."

As a follower of Deputy Commander Edward, Elara held expertise in enchanted creations.

"Sister, do you detect more?" Makareth inquired.

Elara denied it with a shake of her head, offering a reassuring glance.

That sufficed for Makareth's go-ahead. Thrill ignited in his stare.

"I'm going to gauge their strength."

He disappeared before Elara, Isabella, or Kaedros could respond.

"We should—" Kaedros began, his urge to aid his comrade surging.

"Wait," Isabella commanded. "Don't charge in. Makareth operates on his terms. We observe and hold back. But initiate the full attack. We'll overwhelm them with slaughter to bolster Makareth's drive."

It struck Isabella that leadership had quietly transferred to Elara. Even powerhouses like Makareth and Kaedros sought the young woman's nod before moving.

Is she truly only Orion's adopted child? Isabella pondered. Or is she being prepared as a young consort for the Titan?

Her thoughts veered into a bitter, envious direction—a pattern she struggled to escape. Gazing at Elara's refined visage, Isabella experienced an abrupt, baseless surge of inferiority.

Even the adopted kin of that brazen colossus has reached Archlord status. I linger at Peak Legend. The divide only grows.

In the distant plaza's midst.

As Isabella grappled with her doubts, the powerhouse Makareth smashed into the six Templars. The collision rattled the city's very base.

At the same time, the Undead Legion—the coalition's frontline—poured into the peripheral zones. The ground quaked, and edifices toppled like fragile decks. With faith essence rerouted to the mechanisms, the colossal Goddess statue started fracturing and tilting amid the battle's tremors. The divine illumination that once enveloped Dolame Square had faded, snuffed out the instant the Templars rose.

In mere moments, the thriving avenues turned into slaughter pits.

The bellows of dragon beasts, the moans of the undead, the rumbling advance of Skeletal Knights, the spits of cave spiders spinning their threads, the cries of Raptor cavalry... Destruction descended from above, below, and erupted from below the soil.

Splintered windows, split pavements, burned wood, ruined stone, snapped weapons... this embodied war's raw essence. The atmosphere no longer carried the scent of rituals; it reeked of mortality.

"Caesar, lead the way. I'll manage the masses. Aurora, keep your conjured beings close to Caesar for protection. Scarecrow, guard our sides."

"Stay composed. We're not the spearhead. No need to be the pioneers breaching the entrance."

Trailing the primary surge of Undead and Dragon Beast forces, Orion's premier assault group advanced under Tangere's direction.

They traveled with robust guards: Plague Zombies created the external barrier as expendable buffers, trailed by swift and potent Brawnbull knights, while the Scarecrow squad shielded the group's close area.

In all honesty, neither Orion nor the Kraken at their zenith employed the degree of wary strategy and deliberate foresight that Tangere exhibited.