Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1476 Dimensional Severance

Orion was never short on backup strategies. The Stoneheart Horde stood out as the most obvious tool in his vast array, but it wasn't the only hidden advantage he kept ready.

Even facing another Demigod, Orion could summon the Champions Alliance brotherhood. If things got dire, he might pull Seraphina right into the chaos. And should he offer a bigger share of the rewards, there was a real possibility of drawing the Titanion Realm's Demigods to his side.

"Brother," Leonidas growled, his tone deep and pulsing with fervor, "if that's how it stands, why not risk it all on one crushing blow?"

He suggested a lightning assault—a single clash to end the entire conflict.

A wild fire blazed in Leonidas's gaze. "We two charge the middle. We storm right into the heart of the fight. Whatever blocks our path gets crushed without mercy. We deny the foes any moment to recover, no opportunity to call for aid."

Orion grew quiet, balancing the bold madness of the idea against its dangers. Dominating the battlefield demanded far beyond mere boldness; it called for sheer, horrifying might.

Did Orion hold such a solid base?

Absolutely.

The realization solidified in his thoughts. Orion lifted his gaze sharply, meeting Leonidas's stare.

"If we're going that route, then we unleash everything." Orion shifted toward the enormous shadow nearby. "Squiddy, halt the Westreach Trench mission. Send our troops there into hiding. Join us at the primary front."

Orion didn't intend for the Kraken to face off against a Demigod one-on-one. He required the ancient monster to hold the flank steady, a unbreakable wall to counter the enemy's edge in Archlords numbers.

"Big Boss..." the Kraken boomed, his speech resembling the clash of shifting continents. "Are we going all in? Don't you want time to mull it over?"

The Kraken showed no defiance, nor any question of Orion's command. He acted as the wise old warrior—urging his leader that cautious navigation preserved the vessel through endless ages.

Leonidas grinned silently. The Kraken's pause came from lack of knowledge; he failed to comprehend the full extent of Orion's strength. From Leonidas's perspective, someone who could fend off a Third-Stage Demigod shouldn't skulk on the fringes. Invading the World of Eldoria required a grand display. It called for outright domination.

It conserved time. It spared effort.

Andor Diocese, Dolame Square.

Elara, positioned at the center of the command array, halted briefly. A mental message from Father Orion had just sliced into her consciousness.

As her vision cleared, the short stupor faded, giving way to eyes keener than an eagle's and fiercer than a wyrm's.

"Drop the gradual push," she whispered, her pitch lowering. "We drive straight to the Agaman Holy Order's heart. Full throttle."

Elara lifted her trident high. Mana flooded her bloodstream, wild and unchecked.

"Forbidden Art: Dimensional Severance."

Far up in the heavens, Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros—clashing with the Templars—sensed the air's sudden change right away.

Dreadful void power burst forth close by. Unseen edges of warped space ripped across the clouds, striking true on the Templars they battled. The warriors had zero hope. The space tears demolished their shields, ignoring plate and body to shred them into strips. The holy energy that had cloaked them in safeguarding glow crumbled, dispersing like ash on the breeze.

The skirmish concluded the instant Elara acted.

"Every foe Archlord lies slain," Elara's voice, icy and regal, thundered over the whole allied force. "Warriors of the coalition, obey my directive. Spare none in the Andor Diocese. We claim Dolame Square as the ritual site. The Undead Summoning Circle activates in twelve hours."

This marked the call for all-out assault.

"For His Highness!"

"For the Horde!"

"For the King!"

The First Legion's bellow rattled the ground. Under Anubis the Gnoll's lead, they reacted first, unleashing a savage rush that transformed the avenues into a bloodbath.

Rear Battlefield, Second Defense Line.

Within a vast temple hall, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora towered above the wrecked forms of a Priest and an Ascetic. It demanded all four pooling their power to fell the pair of Legendary-rank adversaries.

Tangere had unleashed his Death's Threshold realm to dominate the area, Caesar absorbed the main attacks head-on, Aurora's creatures plagued the sides, and Scarecrow ambushed from the dark, keeping the opponents off-balance.

The clash wrapped up quickly. Tangere's restraint was suffocating, and with three powerhouses concentrating damage, dispatching two average lords felt almost standard.

"The Ascetic carried just scraps," Aurora muttered, digging through the body's folds with a manic, eager zeal. "But this Priest..."

She never completed her loot review, as Elara's broadcast rang in their minds.

"The Archlords are gone?" Caesar said, eyes widening.

"That fast?" Scarecrow gasped.

They shared looks. Fights among Archlords ought to be world-shaking sagas spanning days, cracking the firmament and scarring the soil.

"Quit gawking!" Tangere snapped, his steady poise returning sharply. "Aurora, rein in your pet before it devours the clues. Haul the remains to the plaza. We require evidence for the battle records."

Tangere stretched his awareness, probing the surrounding zones. The alliance's push advanced at horrifying pace. It was a massacre. The Stoneheart Horde's First Legion, backed by Cave Spiders and Raptor Cavalry, left only echoes in their trail.

"Advance. This is prime time to rack up achievements," Tangere urged, thoughts whirling. "New strategy. Skip hunting relics. Focus on eliminations. Maximum velocity."

Tangere excelled at shifting gears. In such an unstable warzone, flexibility meant life. It formed the core teaching he had ingrained in Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora.

"Caesar, lead with the Brawnbull Knights as the spearhead. Break their formations," Tangere commanded. "Plague Zombies and Scarecrow Legion, trail right after. Without their Archlords, nothing remains to halt this force."

Tangere's gaze sharpened, a merciless spark overtaking his typical wariness. "Slaughter every one. We seize the triumph."

For someone who thrived in secrecy, once he sensed security, he turned into the deadliest presence around.

"Understood."

"Yes."

"Onward."

Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora confirmed the directive. With a quick, shared nod, the team burst ahead to launch the pursuit.

Rear Command Center.

Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros made their way back to the base. Isabella appeared the most battered, her gear cracked in several spots, revealing battered flesh. Still, her resolve sharpened like a dagger. She hadn't landed the fatal strike, yet she had witnessed the divide between her and an Archlord.

She didn't match them yet, but the gap narrowed steadily.

"Well, well," Makareth chuckled, eyeing Elara's authoritative form. "Sister, years have flown, but you've left your brother utterly stunned."

He shook his head, pretending surprise. "Is this truly the same small kid I remember?"

Intrigue, wonder, incredulity—Makareth displayed his feelings plainly. He had guessed Elara's might, but not to this degree.

Elara gave a subtle, uncommon smile. "And you, Brother, diving into a swarm of foes... that's real courage."

Makareth beamed, baring his grin. He understood his boundaries. He was powerful, sure, but he recognized precisely the outside help required to endure that brawl.