Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1421 Divine Interdict

"Damn it all! That's a Divine Interdict!"

Leonidas growled fiercely, his features contorting like he'd taken a brutal hit. "It's choking off seventy percent of my strength!"

Disaster had struck hard. Right now, he occupied his World Dragon avatar. Should this body get damaged or wiped out in this spot, the damage rebounding to his real soul would be utterly ruinous.

"The Dead Sea holds more than just water; it's a Divine Kingdom unfolding right before our eyes," Orion stated sharply, his tone laced with haste. "Escape immediately. Before the laws harden and trap you completely."

Without pausing for argument, Orion tore open a teleportation scroll beside his blood-sworn brother.

Reality twisted savagely. In a harsh burst of radiance, Leonidas disappeared, swearing profusely as the void forces yanked him out of the Silverwood Realm.

Not a moment was lost by Orion. He darted over the chaos of battle, seizing Kraken by the arm and pulling him away from the fray.

"Orion! What's going on? Why has everything turned pitch black?" Kraken demanded, fear creeping into his words. Since he hadn't reached Demigod level yet, the otherworldly forces reshaping the field stayed invisible to him.

"A Divine Kingdom without an owner is slamming into our world," Orion replied swiftly, his gaze sweeping the shadows. "It's imposing its rules on everything. It pushes away intruders."

While Orion explained, that profound, echoing voice thundered once more from Azurehold's direction.

"The Dead Sea descends. The Kin of the Sea shall see the light."

The order rang out, absolute and unyielding. In that instant, the oppressive blackness eased from Orion and Kraken's sight. The once-opaque, ebony waters cleared to sparkling purity, bathed in an eerie luminescence.

"Orion... I can see now," Kraken murmured, his eyes widening in confusion. He faced the Second Marshal, seeking clarity.

Orion, scroll in hand for a quick getaway with Kraken, hesitated. Gradually, he dropped his arm, the rigidity in his posture easing a bit.

"The 'outsiders' targeted by the law... that doesn't include us."

The realization snapped together. Leonidas, as a Dragon, stood foreign to this watery domain. Yet Orion's avatar was an Abyssal Dreadfin, and Kraken a true-born Mermaid. To the Divine Kingdom, they belonged to the depths. The restrictive force spared them entirely.

"The Dead Sea descends. All who leave the water shall perish."

Yet another decree crashed into the realm's essence. This rule formed a prison, chaining all ocean dwellers to the waves and blocking any flight. For Orion, though, it transformed into prime territory for the hunt.

"They're ours now," Orion declared, a fierce, hunter's spark igniting in his stare.

His eyes shifted to the distant edge. The Cult of Four's Demigods fought visibly against the pressure. Clown, Witch, and their comrades counted as 'outsiders.' The Divine Kingdom bore down on them, throttling almost eighty percent of their fighting ability.

"Kraken, take down the Witch. The law has weakened her badly."

Even as Kraken processed the command, Orion had vanished, a streak of speed hurtling toward the Cult's commanders.

At the same moment, three enormous forms burst from Azurehold—Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon. They too had spotted the opening.

Orion broadcast his words to the towering Demigods, staking his claim and aligning the assault. "Forget the rest. The Jester belongs to me. There's a score I need to even."

The trio of Cetus Demigods shared quick looks and veered off, charging at Pontiff Valerius, Pontiff Konak, and the enigmatic shadow trailing them.

The pushback surged to life.

"Welcome to the Abyss."

A swirling maelstrom of utter shadow unfurled behind Orion.

Clown was in the midst of channeling, trying to warp away, but the maelstrom devoured his void power in a flash, shattering the incantation and stranding him there.

"The Second Marshal?" Clown gaped, his garish grin slipping. "I hold no grudge against you. When did I cross Atlantis?"

Shock rolled over him in surges. First, an supposed friend turning on him. Second, this 'Marshal' shrugging off the Dead Sea's crushing effect entirely.

"Hold on," Clown's gaze sharpened, thoughts whirling. "Atlantis popped up from nowhere. You're surface-dwellers. You're tied to the Champions Alliance."

Clown's mind cut through it fast. He pieced it together instantly.

"No shock in your expression," Clown observed, his tone icing over. "So I've hit the mark."

Death didn't scare him—this was merely a puppet body and a sliver of soul projection. But intel mattered. Was the Second Marshal the sole infiltrator? Or did all three Atlantis Marshals serve the Alliance?

Orion stayed silent.

This fool had drawn the bug horde to the Titanion Realm, scheming to raze Orion's stronghold in his absence. No speeches, no taunting exchanges.

Orion extended his reach. From the emptiness, a gigantic, ghostly talon took shape—raw, shadowy, and inexorable.

Crunch.

The Abyssal talon clamped shut on Clown. The puppet form and Demigod soul shard crumbled to powder without delay.

A Demon Claw?

You... belong to the Demon Race?

Who are you truly?

The queries echoed in the mental remnants of Clown's end. He perished in bewilderment. From what he knew, the Champions Alliance shunned Demons.

No emotion stirred in Orion as the form dissolved. Under the suppression, Clown had been little but easy prey ripe for the kill.

Still, the clash revealed a key truth. The Divine Kingdom's rules did attempt to quash Orion's Demigod soul projection. Safety came from burying it deep within the Abyssal Dreadfin's corporeal frame. It wasn't forever-proof, but it held up for the moment.

Orion spun and warped to Kraken's position.

"Orion," Kraken uttered, tension gripping his tone. "They've figured us out."

Three minutes earlier, as Kraken lunged to block the Witch, she showed no astonishment. She had anticipated it.

"Hee hee... oh, little brother," she had mocked, her words laced with poisonous fondness. "Climbing the ranks, are we? Teaming up with the Champions Alliance?"

Kraken held back a reply, but his pupils' instinctive shrink betrayed him.

"How did you figure it out?" he had questioned at last, steadying his nerves.

"Your performance was perfect," the Witch replied, her eyes shining as she glanced beyond him, detecting the nearing Titan Orion. "Not one flaw in your disguise."

Her gaze returned to Kraken, her face twisting into an enigmatic mask.

Giants. Sea Folk. The Champions Alliance gathered outcasts from every shadowed nook of the realm.

What an intriguing twist.

Staring at Kraken, the Witch sensed an odd wave of reminiscence. It mirrored gazing upon her own past self.