Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1482 Shadow Swallowing the Sun

Initially, Orion pondered whether his growing unease stemmed from the lingering influence of the Flower Goddess, especially since a Seed of her Will remained tucked away in his possession.

However, as time ticked by, a colder and more incisive realization dawned upon him.

The impending crisis wasn't merely the work of a single deity like the Flower Goddess. Rather, it was the deafening silence emanating from the true gods that unsettled him. The obscured Demigods and the dormant titans residing within the Sixth Stage were all sequestering their power, lurking in the shadows.

While Orion could not pinpoint the exact nature of the catastrophe, his instincts screamed that a tempest was rapidly approaching.

"Nothing but smoke and mirrors!"

Leonidas's roar jarred Orion from his thoughts. The dragon was visibly incensed; he had flinched at a mere statue—a construct—and worse, he had done so directly in Orion's presence. For a World Dragon, such embarrassment could only be purged with blood.

"Oblivion Sphere!"

The command ground through Leonidas's teeth, sounding like a dark curse. A sphere of sizzling violet lightning materialized around the goddess's statue, instantly beginning to collapse inward. The air shrieked under the pressure, emitting a sound that mimicked a thousand cables snapping across the plaza.

When the sphere finally compressed into a singularity and vanished, it left behind an absolute, spherical void.

The statue had not been relocated; it had been erased entirely from existence.

THUD!

Although the statue was obliterated, the spectral Dragon Lance it had summoned moments prior struck true, slamming directly into the chest of the World Dragon.

While it failed to breach his scales—as World Dragons are apex predators and essentially living tanks—the immense kinetic energy sent Leonidas skidding backward through the air.

"Damn it," Leonidas coughed, his voice echoing from afar. "That actually stung. It isn't quite a Relic, but it packs quite a punch."

"The Goddess shall not be blasphemed! Her domain shall not be defiled!"

Before Leonidas could return to the fray, a thunderous roar erupted from the central cathedral of the Agaman Diocese.

A shockwave of golden radiance, saturated with Divine Power, pulsed outward from the temple. It surged across the city, jolting a dormant defensive grid into action. Six massive spires encircling the city ignited, launching pillars of mana high into the heavens.

Orion and Leonidas both sensed it: a colossal convergence of Faith Energy was taking place, and several powerful entities were descending.

"Heh... it looks like the heavy hitters have arrived."

Leonidas grinned, his fleeting shame forgotten. He knew the Holy Order had summoned actual Demigods.

"Stay back and guard my flank," Orion instructed, stepping up beside the dragon. His previous apathy vanished, replaced by an intoxicating surge of battle lust.

"You got it." Leonidas retreated slightly, eyeing Orion's back with newfound curiosity.

Orion felt fundamentally changed. His aura had shifted into something vast and impossible to read, making him feel less like a companion and more like an elemental force.

"Praise the Goddess, the Eternal and Infinite, the Avatar of Wisdom and Love..."

"She is the font of courage, guiding us toward the truth..."

"Pray to Her, steel your hearts, and face the encroaching dark..."

A celestial choir filled the air over Agaman. This wasn't merely the chanting of mortal priests; it was the ambient hum of true divinity, the herald of a high-tier summoning.

The Scion finally descended.

He appeared as a man draped in white robes trimmed with gold, a majestic hawk perched on his shoulder, with the icon of divine birth embroidered on his chest. Six Holy Guardian Knights, clad in polished, golden full-plate armor, flanked him.

The Scion emanated the strength of a Second-Stage Demigod, while his six knights were each First-Stage Demigods.

Seven Demigods appearing simultaneously exceeded even Orion's expectations.

"Are you the filth polluting the pastures of the Holy Order?"

The Scion gazed down at Orion and Leonidas, his tone dripping with profound arrogance as if he were looking down from the heavens.

Witnessing the overwhelming numbers, Leonidas drifted closer, prepared for a brawl.

"Brother, this guy really has an attitude," the dragon rumbled. "And check out that entourage. I need to hire six Demigod bodyguards for myself. That is pure style."

"Good," Orion replied, his eyes burning with a cold, intense flame. "Maybe this time, I won't have to hold back."

Since reaching his Demigod status, Orion had struggled with boredom. His adversaries were consistently either too fragile, crumbling under the slightest pressure, or so monstrously powerful that he had to rely on desperate trump cards just to stay alive.

But seven low-to-mid-tier Demigods? That was ideal. They were punching bags that wouldn't shatter immediately.

"Come and meet your end!"

Orion roared, abandoning all pretense of restraint.

He unveiled his true form—the Stoneheart Titan. His body surged in size, towering above the city with four heads and eight massive arms. He didn't ask for names, nor did he offer a monologue.

He simply vanished.

In a heartbeat, the colossal Titan reappeared directly before the Scion, a fist the size of a carriage swinging toward his face.

"Abyssal heresy! You must be purged!"

The Scion was not wrong; giants were creatures of the Abyss, and Orion's Stoneheart lineage drew deeply from those chaotic origins.

"Insolence!"

"Protect the Scion!"

The six Holy Guardian Knights reacted instantly, lunging forward to intercept the strike.

Regrettably for them, they had severely underestimated the sheer weight behind Orion's blow.

BOOM!

It was a straightforward punch, but it possessed enough force to fracture the very void. The Scion stood his ground with hands clasped behind his back, projecting an aura of effortless superiority, while divine light exploded from his frame to form a barrier that lashed out like a thousand blades against the Titan's knuckles.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering glass reverberated across the sky. The blades shattered, and the barrier disintegrated.

Golden holy light and crimson blood mist erupted simultaneously, staining the heavens with violent colors. The Scion of the Agaman Holy Order did not even have the chance to complete his posturing before Orion's fist pulverized him.

Southern border of the Andor Diocese.

When the northern sky erupted in that blinding flash of gold and crimson, every soldier in the Allied Army gazed upward.

The vision was seared into their memories forever: the silhouette of a four-headed, eight-armed Demon God standing amidst the clouds, his shadow consuming the sun.

"Father!"

Elara recognized the form immediately. It was Orion's Avatar of the Stoneheart Titan.

If Orion was locked in combat using his true form, his opponent had to be a Demigod. Judging by the scale of the shockwaves, it was a battle of legendary proportions.

"That is Orion..." Kraken stood within the ranks of the army, staring at the distant titan with unblinking reverence. "Look at that scale. Witness that power."

"He is truly magnificent," Kraken rumbled, his voice causing the ground to quake. "With a strike like that... lowly scum like us wouldn't even survive the pressure of the wind."