Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1347 Bloodline Decree

"The talent of Anubis and Wepwawet is irrelevant," Rendall remarked, gently rotating the golden liquid within his glass. "Dirtclaw was the one who cleared the path. Those youngsters are merely strolling down it."

He took a drink, his gaze filled with skepticism. "They appear tall, certainly. But that is only because they are standing on the shoulders of Giants."

"What is this? Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Rendall questioned, noticing the expression crossing Drakthul’s features.

"You're damn right it is," Drakthul grunted in response.

In Rendall's presence, Drakthul abandoned his facade of the composed Elder. They had shed blood together in the mud of the trenches too many times for such pretenses to matter.

"I watch the other families as they produce geniuses one after another. Then I return home, look at my own grandchildren, and I honestly want to strangle every last one of them," Drakthul admitted, his sigh heavy with irritation. "I am not joking, brother. Not a single one is worth a damn. If just one of them displayed the potential to reach the Legendary Rank, I wouldn't be losing sleep every night."

It was a raw admission of his deepest fears.

Both Rendall and Drakthul were currently stalled at the Peak Alpha Rank. They understood the reality: without achieving a breakthrough to the Legendary Rank, their time was running out. While Drakthul’s clan held great power within the Stoneheart Horde for now, such influence was temporary. Without a Legendary powerhouse to anchor the family's future, their fall was inevitable.

"The Legendary Rank..." Rendall whispered, his earlier cynicism turning into genuine empathy. "For those lacking the innate gift, it is a wall that touches the heavens."

Rendall felt the same frustration, though his own circumstances weren't quite as bleak. While he hadn't reached that level himself, his daughter Ursa and grandson Steelblade showed great promise. They possessed the necessary spark. Furthermore, the new generation of the giant tribe had experienced a surge in potential due to the passive influence of Orion.

What Rendall remained unaware of was that his other relatives, Fergus and Tarn, who were stationed far away in the Silverwood Realm, had already ascended to the Legendary Rank the moment Orion became a Demigod, pulled upward by the strength of their bloodline connection. However, that intelligence had yet to reach Stoneheart City.

"You are still vigorous enough," Rendall said, leaning closer with a mischievous smirk. "Why not follow the King's example? Wed a few more exotic women. Perhaps the issue lies with the soil rather than the seed. You might yet breed a superior heir."

Though the advice was crude, it was highly practical in their society.

Orion, the Giant King, served as the ultimate proof. His children were absolute monsters of talent. Following his lead, cross-species unions had become the latest trend among the Giants as a way to diversify and bolster their bloodlines. Currently, the Succubus Tribe and the Garland Tribe were the most coveted partners, evidenced by the clear success of Pallas and Caelus.

"Take more wives?" Drakthul snorted, dismissively waving his hand. "I lack the stamina for such things. My spirit is entirely focused on the breakthrough..."

Drakthul never got to finish his thought.

ROAR!

The sound originated neither from the tent nor the city. It erupted from the very core of their own veins.

It was a primal, spiritual roar that shook their very marrow.

Rendall and Drakthul froze in place, their eyes widening as a vision seized control of their minds. Within the metaphysical ocean of their bloodline, a massive figure rose from the crimson tides—a Titan possessing four heads and eight arms, supporting the weight of the sky.

"Orion!"

They cried out the name together. That aura was unmistakable.

ROAR!

The internal manifestation bellowed once more, a shockwave of pure authority.

This phenomenon was not limited to the tent. It was occurring everywhere.

In the Titanion Realm, the Emerald Dream, the Silverwood Realm, the Valkorath Realm, Sunset City, the Cretaceous World, and the vast Sea of Sand—wherever a Giant lived, the vision manifested.

It even reached the deepest pits of the Abyss.

The more powerful the Giant, the more intense the vision became. For the Giant Lords and ancient patriarchs living across the multiverse, this appearance of the [Stoneheart Titan] within their blood was more than a mere image; it was a divine decree.

By sacrificing the [Bloodline Awakening Pool] to the Temple, Orion had effectively rewritten the genetic blueprint of his entire race.

This was a [Bloodline Confirmation]. The Titan God was announcing the emergence of a new apex branch—the Stoneheart Titan—through the spiritual network of their species.

"A Stoneheart Titan?"

In a secluded world, a Titan seated upon a throne of bone opened his eyes, his gaze a mix of confusion and curiosity.

"A new lineage?" a Giant Demigod whispered from a lower plane of the Abyss. "I must bring them under my rule."

"Find them. Search for the Stoneheart lineage!"

Across the cosmos, the responses ranged from wonder to envy to predatory hunger. But one thing was certain: the name "Stoneheart Titan" was now etched into the collective soul of the Giant race.

It was a moment of historical singularity. In the countless eons of Giant history, such an event had occurred only once before.

This marked the second time.

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City

Back at the castle, the mood was less about "cosmic revelations" and more about "family drama."

Lilith stood with her jaw dropped, staring at the teenage girl standing beside her husband. Pallas appeared equally bewildered.

"Elara had a bit of a... growth spurt," Orion mentioned casually, as if he were just explaining a minor delay. "Lilith, you will need to order a new wardrobe for her. She clearly won't fit into her old clothes anymore."

He gave Lilith a reassuring pat on the shoulder, completely ignoring how Elara was currently pinching Pallas’s cheeks and talking to him like he was an infant.

"I will leave this to you," Orion said, heading toward the Great Hall.

He was indifferent to the cosmic waves he had just triggered. He had logistics to oversee.

His primary objective was to organize his Divine Kingdom. He needed to establish a permanent passage system linking the Horde to the Temple so he could implement the transformation ritual on a large scale. This required the construction of high-grade teleportation circles, which would consume a massive amount of rare magical materials.

Even with the entire wealth of the Stoneheart Horde, he was going to fall short. He needed to call in some favors.

[System Access: Survivor's Platform]

He logged into the private channel of the Champions Alliance.

The chat was quiet, as his allies were preoccupied with managing their own domains.

First, he finalized a pending trade with Scarecrow—a vast shipment of grain that was processed automatically.

Then, he sent a message into the chat.

Hulk: "I have finished my Cultivation. Is everyone still among the living?"

His words acted like a heavy stone dropped into a calm lake.

Aerin: "Woah! Godfather! You have finally appeared!"

The reply was instantaneous.

Since the liberation of the Forest of Nature, Aerin, the Wood Elf Queen, had been buried under the work of reconstruction. But now that her government was stable, she had moved from a field leader to a bureaucratic one. Her days were now mostly spent approving proposals and signing official documents.

This meant she had plenty of time to linger on the Survivor’s Platform, hunting for rare resources and waiting for something exciting to happen.