Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1420 Divine Kingdom

"They're panicking."

A sneer twisted Leonidas's mouth as he snorted in disdain. "Battles follow certain codes. Pawns clash against pawns, generals face generals, and kings battle kings. That the Demigods among the Cetus Giants remain unseen so far? It's pushing the Cult of Four to the brink of insanity. They fear whatever lurks in the shadows."

"Forcing the foe to reveal themselves prematurely is the wisest strategy," Orion responded, his voice strained with tension.

An unsettling chill had gripped both Orion and Leonidas. They'd been desperately searching for a method to uncover the enemy's secret weapon, yet the Cult of Four had outmaneuvered them, launching the initial bold assault.

"I have to say, brother," Leonidas whispered, "the Cult proves a useful partner. For one thing, they always have plenty of lives to sacrifice. Just those twisted sea beasts will fuel the slaughter for some time."

No one could deny the fact. The Cult of Four possessed vast resources, countless schemes, and an inexhaustible reserve of disposable troops. The sole reason the Champions Alliance had repelled them before was the unexpected arrival of the Commander, whose presence had scared off the Cult's top Archbishop-tier fighters.

"This will be complicated. Real complicated," Leonidas grumbled, his gaze sharpening. He observed Clown's puppet form darting through the chaos of combat, his thoughts whirling to devise a plan that could eradicate both the Cetus Giants and the Cult in a single decisive strike.

Yet in his heart, Leonidas sensed himself as a angler who'd snagged a colossal monster—the prize far too massive to reel in.

Thoom! Thoom!

A pair of thunderous blasts shook the ocean floor.

Two Archlord-rank Cetus Giants charged ahead to block Clown's puppet, but they were vaporized in an instant by consecutive blasts of power. It marked a savage, swift elimination of both.

From his vantage on the frontline, Kraken's eyes shrank to tiny points.

"Is that Clown?" Kraken murmured, feeling the currents tremble against him. "His puppet alone surpasses what I can handle."

A chilling awareness flooded his mind. He now grasped with perfect clarity the immense might of the betrayer from the Champions Alliance. This was no being he dared to challenge.

What escaped Kraken's knowledge was Clown's recent breakthrough. He had become a genuine Demigod. And prior to that elevation, empowered by the Cult's faith energy, Clown had already been an unstoppable storm.

With the two elite giants turned to debris, Clown's puppet pressed onward. Moments later, yet another Archlord burst from the lines, striving to halt the onslaught.

"The Cetus Demigods aren't present," Orion declared, his words slicing past the din of warfare.

"Heh... fascinating," Leonidas replied, a sinister smile creeping over his features.

The puppet's destructive spree served as the perfect indicator. In a conflict tied to the very existence of their species, the absence of the Cetus Demigods made no sense.

"Have they fled in advance?" Leonidas pondered aloud, his tone a deep growl. "Or is there truly nothing here worth protecting?"

He directed the question inward, wrestling with his own thoughts. "Right from the beginning, the Cetus Giants have behaved oddly. Why avoid joining forces with Atlantis? The entire affair reeks of deception."

Should the Cetus Giants collapse...

Lacking their Demigods, the sea folk stood no hope of triumph. Leonidas started weighing the subsequent steps for himself and his blood brother. Would the Cult of Four betray them instantly once the giants perished? Or must they genuinely uphold this pact and act as covert agents?

Abruptly, a resonant call thundered from the profound depths of Azurehold.

At the same moment, a ghostly palm emerged from emptiness, seizing Clown's puppet and pulverizing it into oblivion with a gruesome snap.

"Children of the Deep! The enemy stands at our thresholds! This dishonors us all!"

The proclamation dripped with intensity, brimming with a fury on the verge of explosion.

"Invaders ravage our dwellings! They rob our liberty! They aim to chain us, to erase us forever!"

Beyond mere encouragement, the speech wove a mesmerizing rhythm—a timeless ploy of a battle chief.

"People of the Sea! Seize your weapons! Rise up! We fight as one! With blade and blood, we guard our territory! We shield our blood!"

The oration intensified, surging with a mysterious force that emanated from Azurehold and gripped every sea dweller. In an instant, the Cetus forces descended into frenzy. Their gazes turned crimson, and their battle prowess surged dramatically.

"Protect the homeland! Glory to the Deep!"

"Butcher the intruders!"

"Exterminate the foreigners!"

The roars swelled to a manic pitch, amplifying the speaker's influence.

"I, Morveth, battle to my last breath!"

"I, Ishraena, remain beside my kin!"

"I, Amon, yield my body to crush the foe!"

Even as the concealed Demigods of the Cult of Four geared up to act, the elusive lords of the depths at last emerged.

Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon ascended over Azurehold, assuming enormous, godlike projections. Each gripped an orb of searing radiance.

"Ancestors above, your children implore you—bring forth the Dead Sea!"

"Ancestors above, your children implore you—bring forth the Dead Sea!"

"Ancestors above, your children implore you—bring forth the Dead Sea!"

Guided by the trio of Demigods, the invocation rippled across the waves. The non-combatants and troops yet to engage dropped to their knees in the muck. Swimmers twisted into postures of worship.

Gradually, the glow faded.

The waters blackened like ink.

The ocean bed and Azurehold vanished into total obscurity.

From afar, the Cult of Four's outpost blazed with sacred illumination. Orion and Leonidas promptly unleashed their godly essence, forging a bubble of light amid the oppressive shadows.

Yet by repelling the blackness, they witnessed the inconceivable.

A lifeless sea was crashing down onto the vibrant one.

This ghostly domain, a spectral realm of quiet and demise, cascaded into the Moon Sea, blending seamlessly.

Thousands of miles distant, upon the Moonlight Continent in Staghelm City.

A beam of lunar glow shot skyward. Gima, Demigod of the Moonwell, soared into the air. He peered at the waters below, his face etched with utter astonishment as he beheld the union of two oceans—one tangible, one otherworldly.

"What insanity grips us? Has the sea at last shattered?"

He was aware of the Champions Alliance and Cult stirring trouble in the depths, but this? This catastrophe dwarfed all else. Were they truly behind such a disaster?

Returning to Azurehold.

If the vision stunned others, for Orion it struck like a bolt, rattling his very soul.

"That's... a Divine Kingdom!"

"This is bad. We must—"

Orion's words cut off as the booming timbre from Azurehold resounded once more, not via the currents but through the essence of existence.

"The Dead Sea has come. All intruders will bow."

No mere warning; it formed an edict. A sacred command.

Orion sensed the alteration at once—a crushing, oppressive law of the world bearing down. In dread, he saw it seep into Leonidas's frame. The Demigod beside him saw his presence dim, quelled by the Dead Sea's absolute rule.