Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1390 The Titan's Rage

Emerald Dream Realm: Chaos Continent.

The City of Emeric.

Honoring its ruler's name and situated on expansive, undulating fields, this timeless fortress had become a scene of carnage.

The enduring bluestone barriers, defiant for ages, now crumbled in devastation. The entrance portals stood broken. A flood of warriors with silver gazes surged through the gap, blades gleaming while they hacked at the guards in a wild surge of savage thirst.

Outside the city's portals, a enormous chasm carved deep into the soil served as a mute witness to the devastating clash that had unfolded earlier. The intricate safeguarding symbols carved on the masonry appeared faded and inert. The metropolis had succumbed.

Still, amid the wreckage, the conflict raged on. Over the flaming urban sprawl, the heavens remained an arena for this world's divine beings.

"You moron! Can't you see the board?"

In a burst of fury, Emeric blocked yet another strike. "The Silver-Eyed kingdom doesn't tolerate outsiders! They don't want me, but they sure as hell won't suffer you to live either!"

Arguing with Kaelen felt to Emeric like debating a collapsing mountain. He believed this furious giant assaulting him was merely a manipulated pawn—a paid brute deceived by the Silver-Eyed King. Should Kaelen only join his side, Emeric was certain they could reverse the battle's flow.

Yet Kaelen refused to heed.

"Die! Just die!"

Transformation had overtaken Kaelen. He embodied a four-headed, eight-limbed manifestation of the Stoneheart Titan, driving his heritage to its utmost extreme. A frenzied warrior, an unhinged fiend, he hurled himself toward Emeric without restraint.

His assault went beyond mere rushes; he employed the Instant Impact method ingrained in Orion's lineage.

Blurring in motion, Kaelen's velocity struck terror into even an Upper Arch Lord such as Emeric. Every clash sapped Emeric's endurance, eroding his protections bit by bit.

Even graver, three Silver-Eyed Arch Lords prowled the edges like scavenging birds, poised for Kaelen and Emeric to wear themselves out before diving in to eliminate the remnants.

Trapped without escape, Emeric held back from fully engaging Kaelen, lest he expose his rear to the Silver-Eyed King. His doom loomed near—either smashed by this offspring of Titans or slain by the Silver-Eyed alliance.

"Kaelen, listen to reason!" Emeric begged, grasping for any path to peace. "If I truly wanted to exterminate the Dark Butterfly Clan, do you think you or your mother would be alive today? Our grudge isn't worth this! We should unite against the real enemy!"

This desperate bid sought to bargain for life. However, the Silver-Eyed King, Orthelius, had no intention of allowing his quarry to slip away.

"Heh... Since ancient times, the gravest sin is the insult to one's lineage," Orthelius declared, his tone laced with wicked glee. "Even our children know this: He who dishonors your blood must be put to the sword."

As an Upper Arch Lord, Orthelius reigned as the supreme hunter across this terrain. He had orchestrated this snare to secure his people's supremacy. At last, he had pinned Emeric's authentic essence, and no mere pact would spoil his triumph.

"You insulted my father! You insulted my mother!"

Emeric's appeals fell on deaf ears for Kaelen. Rage's crimson clamor drowned out all else. Orthelius's declaration resonated deeply, fueling the fury seething within him.

Long before, Emeric had coveted Sophia, mother to Kaelen. His relentless, ravenous chase had driven her to seek refuge in the Dark Butterfly Clan's sacred domains. She relinquished every holding beyond Phoenix Butterfly Ridge, sapping the clan's stores merely to endure.

Memories of his mother's sobs haunted Kaelen. The terror lingered in his mind. He had matured under the pall of this man's avarice.

"Emeric, you must die!"

Activating Instant Impact once more, Kaelen accelerated beyond his prior pace. Friction set the surrounding atmosphere ablaze, with sparks and turbulent winds crafting a turbulent halo.

In contrast to Orion, Kaelen lacked a system or boundless attributes. Indestructibility eluded his form. Repeatedly invoking Instant Impact ravaged his own tissues, yet he ignored the agony.

Emeric struggled similarly. No giant himself, portions of his corporeal frame had been mashed into bloody pulp from the unyielding onslaught.

"Idiot! You damn fool! You forced my hand!" Emeric howled as his composure shattered. "If I go down, I'm taking you to hell with me!"

BOOM!

His leftover bodily structure erupted in a violent blast.

Amid the gory detonation arose his Body of Faith—a towering, ethereal demon sporting enormous leathery appendages, dominating the warzone.

"Die, you brainless mutt!" Emeric's cry now resonated with the warp of unadulterated spiritual force. "If I knew it would come to this, I would have dragged your mother out of that ridge myself! I would have taken her in front of your whole wretched clan!"

"You bastard! If not for you, I would rule this continent!"

Channeling a vast sea of faith power, Emeric lifted a ghostly palm. In the firmament, a enormous monstrous talon appeared, crashing upon Kaelen as if wielded by a wrathful deity.

Buried into the soil by the force, Kaelen unleashed a tremor that leveled the debris underneath.

Yet it fell short.

The terrain burst apart. At the vast pit's depths, Kaelen rose with all four visages lifted, gazes aflame with unyielding challenge.

"KILL!"

His eight knuckles pounded against his torso in a savage, booming cadence.

Each thump expanded his frame. Fibers ripped and reformed in moments, becoming thicker and more immense. His strength surged twofold.

Heart of the Titan—this was it.

Yet another boon from Orion's heritage. Bearers of the Stoneheart inheritance might tap into weakened echoes of the Titan King's prowess.

Lacking the full might Orion wielded—capable of concluding such brawls with one strike—Kaelen pushed his limits to the brink. Without equipment or superior metrics, he paid in blood for each scrap of might, though his resolve stood unbreakable.

"Emeric! Today is your funeral!"

"I will wash away the shame of my mother with your blood!"

Propelling upward once again, Kaelen became a projectile of raw muscle and wrath.

From the sidelines, the trio of Silver-Eyed Arch Lords observed the drama blending wonder and scheming.

"My King," Marielle, the King's uncle, murmured. "Do you know whose seed he is? What bloodline grants such combat power?"

"I have no idea," King Orthelius confessed. "Before the war, our scouts surveyed the region. The Dark Butterfly Clan was nothing—a terrified group hiding in a hole."

"Who could have predicted," Orthelius pondered, "that a minor clan could produce an Over-tier monster like this?"

Within the Emerald Dream Realm, an Over-tier fighter—one capable of striking well beyond their rank—represented the greatest treasure. And the deadliest peril.