Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1392 The Titan Descends

Emerald Dream Realm: Beyond the Ruins of Emeric.

"By my Father's name," Kaelen murmured to the shadowed soil. "I, your son Kaelen, present this offering!"

Though the ceremony felt rough, frantic, and guided solely by raw urge, the reaction came without delay. An immense, timeless force rushed along the ley lines and crashed into Kaelen's frame.

"EMERIC! YOU PERISH TODAY!"

WAAAGH!

The roar exploding from Kaelen's mouth rattled the skies and split the ground.

Out from the crater's depths, a spectral figure rose. This was an enormous, crimson projection of a titan with four heads and eight limbs. It climbed high enough to eclipse part of the heavens, throwing a dreadful shade across the field of battle.

"DIE!"

Two enormous palms of the specter lifted, framing Emeric's hovering shape from both sides.

Terror seized Emeric, freezing him solid—the first real fear in ages to clutch his soul. Motion escaped him. Some unseen power pinned him down, a sacred weight overriding spatial rules.

"This... impossible!" Emeric stuttered, his ghostly figure wavering. "No... no... hold on! We could—"

The words never came to an end.

Those spectral hands clapped shut.

BANG!

The clash went beyond mere collision; it erased all essence. Emeric's Body of Faith—built from sheer, focused devotion—smashed apart like an insect. Right away, the Arch Lord broke down into swirling, unclaimed chaos of faith power.

One of the crimson specter's four jaws parted, drawing in a breath. A swirling pull emerged, dragging each speck of Emeric's core straight into Kaelen's throat.

"You too!"

Kaelen shifted his stare to the edges. Eyes ablaze with stolen godhood, they fixed on the Silver-Eyed King.

"You imagine I miss your plots? Planning to scavenge the remains? Then fall with him!"

Orthelius went rigid. As King and Upper Arch Lord, he stood mighty. Yet, beneath this titan's stare, he shrank to mere quarry.

The specter's limbs stirred before he could grasp the danger.

I can't dodge!

Alarm sparked in Orthelius's gaze. Emeric's last instants now made sense. The surrounding atmosphere turned solid. Reality itself worked to trap him there.

"Kaelen! No grudge between us!" Orthelius yelled, casting aside pride. "We're no foes!"

Reason had fled Kaelen entirely. The [Heart of the Titan] craved slaughter.

"DIE!"

The hands met.

Orthelius, ruler of the Silver-Eyed, vanished in a crush.

A thick, oppressive quiet draped the battlefield.

Kaelen's rage hadn't ebbed. His murderous aura pressed down like a tangible burden. All four heads swiveled to the last pair of Arch Lords, Marielle and Darian, bolting away in panic.

Four limbs of the specter stretched forth, aiming to bat them down from above.

"Ancestor! Rescue us!"

Wise and old as he was, Marielle realized escape from divine fury was futile. With brutal piety, he jammed his digits into his eye hole.

Squelch.

Out came his left orb, which he then pulverized.

Crimson liquid burst out, yet it hung suspended. Radiating eerie glow, it lingered. Within the void, a force—vast, primordial, clearly Demigod—started to gather.

"Who slays my bloodline?"

A rumble like shifting continents boomed over the lands. Amid the red haze, a human-like specter took shape. This was the Silver-Eyed Ancestor.

Disdain filled the Demigod's view of Kaelen. Back in his time, mortals of any strength knelt before such beings. Talks were favors bestowed, never demanded.

"GO TO HELL!"

Kaelen replied with a crushing wave of deathly will. Rank meant nothing to him. Demigods held no sway. Only destruction drove him.

"Bold whelp. You seek your doom."

The Ancestor's projection stood unmoved before the crimson giant. He sensed it wasn't the true Orion; merely a youth wielding a blade beyond his grasp.

One step the Ancestor advanced.

His shape melted into dazzling silver blaze. The inferno struck Kaelen, searing the ritual fuel away as if it were tissue.

The crimson projection burst apart.

Backward Kaelen flew, awareness snuffed by the mental shock. Like a limp puppet, his form spun through the sky.

Contentment eluded the Ancestor. Through the void he strode, appearing right behind the senseless youth. A fist rose, poised to smash Kaelen's head.

"That suffices."

From deep inside Kaelen, a steady tone echoed.

Golden Divine Power burst from the lad's veins, encasing him in an unbreakable shell.

Normally, such a sign called for halt. Spotting a fellow Demigod's seal on a ward, etiquette urged peace. Slaying another's chosen sparked all-out conflict.

Yet the Silver-Eyed Ancestor brushed aside tradition. Fresh awareness hit him: his kin, King Orthelius, lay slain.

"A life for a life!"

Full might he unleashed on the gold shield, defying Orion's caution.

"Why complicate matters?" Orion let out a breath. "He's not gone forever."

Faith Energy spent on distant forms irked Orion, yet necessity forced it.

Another specter arose from Kaelen's form. Less grand than the boy's crimson behemoth, yet vastly more solid. Pure command shaped this four-headed, eight-limbed figure.

One strike flew from Orion's projection.

No noise followed. Only obliteration.

Half the Silver-Eyed Ancestor's form erased outright, wiped by the impact's might.

At once, Orion's complete Demigod aura raged out. Like a storm, it barreled over the Chaos Continent, rousing every dormant force nearby.

In mere heartbeats, two extra Demigod projections arrived, positioning beside the Silver-Eyed Ancestor.

"Who are you?" one challenged, tone guarded. "What brings you to the Chaos Continent?"

The clash with Kaelen and the Silver-Eyed Tribe faded from mind. For these entities, losing Arch Lords counted as nothing. The real issue: invasion.

Seals bound the Chaos Continent. Three Demigods upheld a wall against intruders. Orion's entry crossed not mere lines, but declared assault.

The trio of glowing figures encircled Orion, their strain and urge to fight palpable.

"For Valthor's sake, I won't overwhelm you," Orion stated evenly.

Fear absent, he regarded them with odd, wistful regard.

These must be the ones Valthor gave all to shield, Orion mused. Rather quick to bristle, no?

Deep admiration filled Orion for Valthor—that elder god who ended himself to restore radiance to the Emerald Dream Realm. As a Demigod now, Orion felt that offering's burden more keenly. Eternal life forsaken for others? Unthinkable.

"You knew Valthor?"

The verdant-glowed arrival eased a touch. Still, the ring held firm.

"I witnessed Valthor and Tusha's mutual end," Orion revealed.

Silence. Total, utter hush.

The breeze itself halted. Only Kaelen's faint breaths broke the quiet in the pit.

Weighty words, those. Once, Orion would've buried that truth forever, dreading pursuit over the Spring of Life.