Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1473 Gaia Bastion

BOOM!

The air cracked with a thunderous boom that pierced straight through the eardrums, paired with a blaze of sacred light intense enough to wash the entire world in stark white. In that brief moment, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora found themselves blinded and deafened.

"Hold fast!"

"Caesar, pull back. Scarecrow, activate the defensive formation. Aurora, stay in place."

Those commands bypassed their buzzing ears and echoed straight into their minds—a mental broadcast. Tangere stayed composed. He was no stranger to the ripples from Archlord battles; this mirrored how Arthas's subordinates once coordinated amid gales too fierce for voices to carry.

Their perceptions began to recover as the power surge swept by.

"That was horrifying," Aurora breathed, her tone quivering.

The spirited warrior remained rattled. Though she'd encountered the Kraken previously, she was still fresh to the Lord level. Archlords locked in deadly combat was an unprecedented sight for her.

"Hold the line," Tangere snapped, slicing past the dread. "Disregard the losses. Battlefields demand this—you drop or press on."

The blast had melted the innards of lesser minions and regular troops nearby. Tangere paid them no mind.

"Tangere, do we retreat?" Caesar inquired, glancing upward warily. "What if a powerhouse up there locks onto us?"

Caesar never imagined the chasm between Lord and Archlord could run so deep. Merely the aftershocks from their strikes proved almost fatal.

"Unnecessary. Should a foe Archlord swoop down, we've got responses ready."

Tangere's words carried the assurance of a seasoned Champions Alliance fighter. He'd battled in the Silverwood Realm push versus the Cult of Four. He grasped the implicit codes. Even absent a hidden trump from Orion, the alliance's top brass wouldn't allow an opposing Archlord to butcher their infantry unchecked.

"Advancing to Dolame Square's heart. Brace for top-tier sentries. Barriers raised, vigilance sharp."

With directives issued, Tangere inevitably lifted his gaze.

Suspended far overhead, Makareth was encircled by the six Templars. Dark abyssal taint collided with divine glow, their fierce bout dispersing the clouds to expose the icy, starless expanse of space above.

"Can one rank's divide really loom so enormous?" Tangere muttered.

Makareth's fame wasn't lost on him. Orion had outlined the major figures. Tangere admired the savage powerhouse; enduring the Abyss solo was impressive enough, yet forging a Lord's Stone struck him as inconceivable. Back in his native realm, amid his peers, such unbridled might was unheard of.

"This marks interdimensional war," Scarecrow murmured, mirroring Tangere's stare. "It hits you hard—that feeling where a mere brush draws blood, a solid blow crushes you utterly."

For Scarecrow, venturing beyond his home realm into this grand clash was a debut. Lacking Tangere's guidance, he'd have ended up as mere roadkill long ago.

"Press forward," Tangere commanded, his tone firming. "Endure this conflict, and given our commanders' bold natures, nobility awaits us all. Sure, this arena chews up lives, but it's the forge for rising to Archlord status."

His words served as rallying cry and core belief alike. Cultivation transcended mere strength; it tempered resolve.

The squad affirmed, reinforced their ranks, and continued the advance. The surge had scattered foe positions too, with guards pouring from the urban fissures.

Up in the heavens, a fiend bellowed.

Through one brutal clash, Makareth was compelled by the six Templars to unveil his authentic shape.

His form swelled twofold, flesh toughening into jet-black armor plates, while his rear appendages tore apart and grew from a pair to a quartet. Charging straight at the six Templars, he'd boasted of gauging their might. Outcome? He'd expended a vital asset merely to remain airborne.

"You've actually wounded me!" Makareth roared, his ego bruised worse than his body. "You'll suffer for this outrage!"

He'd vowed to probe the depths, yet now he sensed himself turning into the jest among comrades. As a demon steeped in hubris, failing to pulverize these rock golems was intolerable.

Makareth swiftly directed his void essence to repel the advancing sacred beams. Using his other claw, he pulverized an enchanted parchment, breaking its binding.

From the scroll erupted a deluge of terrestrial mana, surging into Makareth's infernal build.

This was an Earth Forbidden Incantation: Gaia Bastion.

A supreme protective boon took hold. Once the enchantment fused, Makareth's frame gleamed in unyielding amber-gold tones. He resembled an unbreakable idol forged from godly alloy. Equals at his level would struggle to mar him henceforth.

"Accursed golems! I'll pulverize you into powder!"

In Makareth's grip appeared a colossal curved blade, cloaked in hellish void flames. He evoked an ancient Infernal Deity, primed to conquer all.

Rear Command Hub.

Elara, Isabella, and Kaedros observed the heavens, gazes intent.

"That's a Prohibited Earth Incantation from my teacher's private archive," Elara remarked, sighing. "Wasting it in this spot... such folly."

Her tone evoked a stern instructor's chagrin. Being a sorceress and the Vice Leader's apprentice, she despised profligate spell use. Gaia Bastion was crafted to guard vast bastions through prolonged assaults. It endured barrages from matching-grade assault prohibitions.

Makareth had applied it solely to his person.

While active, the fiend stood virtually unkillable.

"If you're eager to hone your fangs, strike now," Elara urged, eyeing her allies. "Makareth's absorbing the hits, so you'll face no risk. Joining in will hasten breaking those statues and reduce uncertainties."

Her glance fell on Isabella, eager for foes beyond her league, and Kaedros, craving accolades for the alliance's vault.

"I'll handle command, young Elara!"

Isabella wasted no time. Seizing her draconic spear, she called forth her Auric Wyrm steed and soared aloft.

"Oversee the strategy," Kaedros noted. His physique ballooned swiftly, hide sprouting ridges as he transformed into draconic guise, hurtling toward the melee.

"Depart," Elara whispered, serene. "Those rocks don't merit my involvement."

She addressed the vanishing wyrms, though they'd already vanished. Aina alone caught the haughty rebuff.