Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1480 Eldritch Descent

In the shadowy edges of the warzone, priests squeezed their eyelids tight, whispering desperate last rites right before the Demons savagely ripped them to pieces.

"Heads up. We're hitting the core of the plaza," Tangere's voice sliced through the darkness, firm and authoritative. "Slow the advance. Watch for stragglers—especially the heavy hitters."

The tight-knit team had slashed their way through to this spot, slaughtering multiple Legendary-tier guardian knights to boost their battle achievements. At this point, the fight was tapering off. Victory was clear-cut, but Tangere stayed vigilant.

"Boss," Caesar murmured, "I'm not sensing any odd energies. That top dog must've crushed them flat already, huh?"

He meant Makareth, who had ignored his elite rank to plunge into the chaos and massacre the foes en masse. With Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros in the mix, every brave Holy Order knight or priest had been tracked and eliminated. Not a single one got away.

"Better safe than sorry," Tangere answered. "There's no more glory to grab right now anyway. Let's find a hole to hole up in and wait for the main force."

Scarecrow and Aurora gave nods of approval. When they'd first risen to Archlord level, they'd felt unbeatable. But in a conflict this massive? They were mere minnows. Just staying alive was a brutal challenge.

"Praise the Goddess, chant Her name, sing Her hymns..."

"She is our Mother, the Vindicator of the wronged..."

"She gives a home to the lonely, an end to the wandering..."

"She disperses the hatred of the lost..."

"May the Goddess descend and banish all Demons from this world..."

As Tangere guided them to a crumbling building for a break, an ethereal, pulsating chant emerged from Dolame Square in front.

It echoed pure faith. Priests, Holy Order knights, devotees... even the ghosts of the fallen were invoking prayers, their shared resolve forging into potent Faith Energy.

The Goddess's statue, earlier demolished into debris by the Templars, abruptly stirred. Fragments of rock hurtled from all sides, reassembling high in the air over the plaza. A grand, fearsome presence started to gather amid the unending songs.

"Holy hell, Boss. Good thing you didn't let us keep going." Caesar seemed poised to flee.

Next to him, Scarecrow and Aurora appeared just as ashen, casting Tangere glances full of deep thanks. Tangere paid them no mind, his gaze sharp as he examined the strange event ahead.

"Trying to stage a comeback with mere Faith Energy?" Tangere sneered. "Delusional."

BOOM!

What happened next rattled Tangere and his group to their very souls.

Right as the Goddess's statue almost finished reforming, a gigantic tentacle—thick, oozing, and endlessly vast—plummeted from above. With a casual, contemptuous flick, the tentacle smashed the statue back to fragments.

In a flash, the foggy sacred glow broke apart. The chants ringing in their heads faded away. The world plunged into utter quiet.

"Hahaha! Kraken is here!"

Elara, Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros—who had geared up to step in—glanced skyward. There floated a beast so enormous it was beyond words.

The Kraken.

It resembled a nightmarish deity emerging from a tale of terror.

"The Kraken's descended!"

That crushing aura, those horrific tentacles—only one being in their alliance matched that silhouette.

Isabella's eyes shrank. She was certain that without the aces her brother provided, she couldn't survive even one blow from that beast. Elara and Kaedros, though, observed with cool composure, as if this doomsday might was just routine.

The North. Agaman Diocese.

Within the Great Hall, the scrying mirror darkened instantly when the Kraken struck the statue to powder. The final trace of hope for the Holy Order in the Andor Diocese vanished.

Silence. The chamber sank into a choking, ghostly hush.

The truth hit hard: no lone Diocese could resist these attackers. All who had witnessed Dolame Square's collapse understood it fully.

"I will petition the Headquarters for the Saint's descent in my capacity as a Red-Robed High Priest," Maelric declared, his tone weighted down after extended, somber reflection. "I need your signatures. We must force Headquarters to take this crisis seriously."

Maelric sensed something off about that last beast. It wasn't your average Archlord.

"Furthermore," Maelric went on, "Stellaris, Twilight Vale, and Agaman all border the Andor Diocese. Who do you think is next on their chopping block?"

Tension surged through the hall. The clerics from Stellaris and Twilight Vale paled visibly.

"We cannot let the invaders continue this rampage. We must strike first," Father Rabic of the Stellaris Diocese stated.

In terms of location, Stellaris's main city lay nearest to Dolame Square. To him, they faced the highest risk. In such a scenario, attacking ahead beat waiting for the foes to overrun their territory.

"This is a holy war that concerns every Diocese. We must unite, summon the Guardian Deities and the Saint, and drive these wolves from our pasture," Father Pyke of Twilight Vale contributed.

Nobody desired to be the subsequent victim. Should their barriers crumble, they'd forfeit their 'pasture'—their followers and domains. They'd turn into disgraces, their rank in the Holy Order crashing to the depths. Even in triumph, their regions would probably lie as wrecked as Andor's.

Thus, rallying all into a joint assault to steer the conflict from their doors was the smartest move.

ROAR!

As the Holy Order's priests parted lips to argue more, a shrill, echoing dragon cry tore through the heavens over the Agaman Sanctuary.

A World Dragon overshadowed the cathedral, eclipsing the sunlight. It parted its jaws, unleashing a storm of ice spears—from lance-length to building-scale—that engulfed the whole sanctuary.

This was the aquatic World Dragon, Leonidas.

With the strategy aimed at overwhelming the opposition through sheer might, Orion and Leonidas had headed straight for the Agaman Sanctuary. They came to clash directly with Agaman's Demigod priests.

Leonidas's assault made it seem like the whole realm was frozen solid. An unyielding, regal power aimed to conquer everything.

Innumerable jagged ice lances poured from the skies like a comet barrage. Every piece gleamed wickedly sharp, infused with a dread, soul-freezing chill. They descended like bolts, like cannon fire, determined to erase the Agaman Sanctuary and all life in its reach.

It was doomsday.

Amid the thunderous crash of collisions, the thick barrage of ice pounded the ground and structures, unleashing an unending, booming symphony of ruin.