Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1483 Just a Gang Beating

Makareth finally swallowed the bitter pill of reality.

Among the Archlords, he wasn't merely trailing behind an invincible titan like Kraken; even standing shoulder-to-shoulder with companions like Elara or Kaedros proved to be a grueling trial. Particularly with Elara, Makareth couldn't banish the harrowing suspicion that she possessed the ability to eliminate him in a single heartbeat if she so desired.

Isabella stayed frozen, her eyes locked upon the massive silhouette looming over the horizon, her mind completely devoid of thought. She had long recognized the chasm between her and Orion, yet until this very moment, the true magnitude of that distance had escaped her. It wasn't merely a difference in strength; it was a fundamental disparity in their very existence. He stood as a god among the heavens, while she was but common dust on the ground, compelled to look upward just to catch a glimpse of his shadow.

"Pick up the pace!" Kraken's voice cut through the air, cold and authoritative. "Orion has initiated combat with the enemy. We must storm the Agaman Parish immediately to pin down the Holy Order's mid-tier forces."

Kraken understood exactly how such sects functioned. When pushed to the brink, they resorted to dark rites that fed upon their own congregation, whether by forcibly extracting faith or sacrificing believers to claim a temporary, surging power. If the coalition army pressed the attack now, the Holy Order would be forced to commit their troops to the front line. Deprived of the necessary bodies, their rituals would be impossible to complete, and even with contingencies in place, the lack of souls would severely diminish their effectiveness.

"Signal the aerial divisions to commence a preemptive strike!" Elara commanded, her strategic insight perfectly mirroring Kraken's intent.

At once, the coalition forces surged forward, the very earth trembling beneath their rapid advance.

Near the rear of the ranks, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora thundered along on the backs of massive Quad-Horned Brawnbulls.

"Tangere, what on earth just occurred?" Aurora questioned. As a fresh addition to the inner circle, she remained genuinely oblivious, knowing even less than Caesar or Scarecrow.

Kraken must not have briefed her, Tangere realized momentarily. He didn't dwell on it, instead turning his gaze toward the horizon where the four-headed, eight-armed Stoneheart Titan loomed against the sky.

"You lot are truly fortunate. That shockwave? That was the opening blast of a Divine War," Tangere declared, his tone heavy with a blend of gravity and fanatical devotion. He raised a hand, gesturing toward the back of the Titan. "That is the Boss’s war form. The Stoneheart Titan—four heads, eight arms, and utter annihilation."

Tangere possessed a deeper understanding of Orion than most.

"You mean... that is the Boss?" Caesar’s jaw unhinged, his finger trembling as he pointed at the distant giant. "That is genuinely him?"

Scarecrow felt an icy shiver traverse his spine. Exactly what kind of monster had they decided to follow?

"Is that how a Demigod truly looks?" Aurora blinked, appearing unfazed. "Talk about excessive force."

She remained the most care-free member of the group. Having not known Orion personally, the sheer dread didn't impact her quite as severely. She simply assumed Demigods were supposed to possess that level of terrifying power; that was just the nature of the world.

"Command has ordered a forced march," Tangere barked, pulling them back to reality. "Caesar, Scarecrow, gather your troops. We are linking up with the Boss’s First Legion to hitch a ride on their Cave Spiders."

"Why the rush?"

"Because there are enemies ahead, and that signifies an opportunity for glory." Tangere had dared to push this hard because he had witnessed Kraken's arrival. With a powerhouse like that anchoring the center, any enemy Archlords attempting to intercept them would be crushed by Kraken, Elara, or Makareth long before they could reach his squad.

With that safety net secured, Tangere—ever the opportunist—instantly adjusted his tactics.

"Hah! More merit to harvest?" Caesar grinned, his excitement overriding his terror. "If we emerge from this alive, I might finally gather enough credit to redeem a dragon egg from the coalition vault."

"A dragon egg? The vault?" Aurora’s eyes widened with sudden curiosity. For a Beastmaster, such concepts were intoxicating.

"Wait until the war concludes. Go see the vault yourself, and you will understand."

In the central zone of the Agaman Parish:

The Saint had descended from the Agaman Holy Order, only to be obliterated by Orion's fist.

Yet, as a Demigod of the Second Circle, death was not a permanent condition. So long as his Divine Fire burned, the Saint remained immortal.

Sure enough, at the center of the impact, a sphere of golden flame erupted, greedily consuming the dissipating Faith Energy. The Saint reformed, once again draped in pristine white robes, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

However, the arrogance had vanished from his expression.

He stared at Orion, unable to measure the true depths of his adversary's strength. It felt as though Orion were draped in a veil that defied mortal perception.

"Activate the array! Everyone, attack! Surround and destroy the false god who blasphemes against the Goddess!"

The Saint had grasped the grim truth from their single exchange: he stood no chance alone.

"Hah! A dog-pile is still a dog-pile, don't try to drag the Goddess into your failure!" Leonidas, watching from afar, couldn't help but heckle. "And if anyone is blaspheming the Goddess, it is me, not my brother here."

"Those who blaspheme shall never escape!" The Saint glared at Leonidas before vanishing, teleporting directly beside Orion. He aimed to grapple the Titan, buying precious time for his six Holy Guard Knights to initialize their lethal formation.

But Orion’s expression remained indifferent. That gaze made the Saint realize his desperate gambit was utterly futile. For the first time in centuries, the Saint genuinely felt like a joke.

"Bro, leave this one to me."

Orion flicked his wrist.

Leonidas was instantly expelled from the battlefield, reappearing safely beyond the perimeter of the Agaman Temple. He shrugged, accepting the dismissal. His duty was to anchor the line and ensure no enemy Demigods slaughtered the coalition’s Archlords.

Still, that teleportation technique felt suspiciously familiar.

"Damn, has the kid already refined that Demigod-tier Magic Mirror?" Leonidas murmured, his eyes brightening with realization before dimming with a flicker of melancholy.

Watching the younger generation surpass their elders was always a bitter pill.

"Now I understand why Arthas is so hell-bent on guarding the Ever-Burning Volcano," Leonidas mused. "If we don't take risks, we won't even have the status to show off in front of the kid later."

A fresh thought occurred to him, and his mood lifted.

"Well, at least Squiddy won't be ascending to Demigod anytime soon. If he beat me to it, I would have nowhere to hide my shame. Right... once Squiddy ascends, I have to hit the Second Circle. I absolutely must."

BOOM!

While Leonidas drifted in thought, Orion launched another assault. He wasn't a fool; he had no intention of standing idle while they finished preparing a trap for him.