Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1436 Sword Song

Gustalon also detected the alteration. Yet, this transformation proved fleeting, like a subtle breeze in the spiritual realm that eluded his description.

Dirtclaw cast a look at the elemental, noticing his eyelids shut in deep focus. He chose not to interrupt. Turning away, he silently admired the stunning panorama of the mortal realm beyond his "kennel."

Should Orion be present, he would immediately discern the occurrence. Within Gustalon's spectral body, an entity was beginning to form.

The process remained subtle, and Gustalon held no deliberate control over it.

This marked the emergence of a Body of Faith—the initial stage toward achieving Archlord rank.

Actually, Dirtclaw had misjudged the situation.

The breeze in Blackstone City showed no rise in temperature. Rather, the inhabitants of the Stoneheart Horde had grown warmer in spirit.

With additional clans and species merging together, their shared essence crafted a tougher, more enduring resolve. The heat sensed by Dirtclaw and Gustalon stemmed from the emanation of unadulterated Faith energy.

Though Dirtclaw failed to recognize it, Gustalon, immersed in its glow, hovered right at the brink of advancement.

Unknown Realm, Sword King City.

While Gustalon advanced unknowingly in a huge leap, the staunchest admirer of Orion mirrored that progress.

Caesar at last comprehended the essence of Legendary status.

His awareness rushed over his lands akin to a fierce wind. He managed to "perceive" the mercenaries and adventurers streaming into and out of Sword King City. He observed the grain wagons from the Silverwood Realm rolling toward the City of Triumph within the Forest of Nature.

Caesar now possessed, for the initial time, a sharply defined mental outline of his realm's limits.

His mind returned abruptly to his physical form. The freshly elevated Legendary fighter lifted his gaze.

"The present version of myself could overpower a hundred past selves."

"Does this represent the divide between Alpha and Legendary?" Caesar wondered in awe, tightening his grip. "It's astonishing how enormous the leap from 10 to 100 turns out to be!"

It was only at this point that he fully appreciated the immense divide once keeping him from Tangere. At minimum, he could now glimpse Tangere's figure far off ahead.

Regarding Orion? Within Caesar's thoughts, the supreme leader stayed indistinct—a silhouette so distant that despite Caesar's utmost speed, he couldn't catch even a trace of his trail.

In truth, Caesar's assessment tilted due to his limited exposure. He was acquainted with scant Legendary experts. Since Tangere stood at the pinnacle of Legendary level, measuring a recent ascension against him inevitably felt discouraging.

A more fitting standard might have involved Scarecrow.

"Excellent. At long last, I possess the strength to aid Aina in her quest for vengeance!"

The assault on Eldoria held no mystery for their close-knit group; prior warnings had reached them. Caesar brimmed with delight, knowing his enhanced might would let him bolster the squad further. Having gained vast lands in the Silverwood Realm, repayment was overdue.

"Yet prior to that... Sword King City merits a grand festivity. Summon the realms' distant edges to offer homage."

Caesar rose and advanced with one stride.

Hummmm—

A melody of swords echoed across the entire settlement.

Precisely then, each weapon carried by the mercenaries and adventurers in Sword King City started vibrating within its scabbard.

Pressure at Legendary level surged from the Castellan's estate, crashing over the urban expanse like a tangible surge. Caesar's tone, steady but commanding, rang out for all to hear.

"Henceforth, the region spanning one thousand kilometers around Sword King City falls under my rule."

"Every village, tribe, and settlement in this zone shall render tribute to Sword King City."

"Defiers shall face banishment!"

Such distinguished Caesar from figures like Orion or Tangere.

Were it Orion or Tangere in command, "banishment" would appear as squandered potential. For them, dissenters simply awaited execution. Elimination offered the swiftest resolution. Caesar retained a hint of compassion.

Stunned. Bewildered. Skeptical.

These sentiments surged among the residents. How could a modest outpost such as Sword King City produce a Legendary mighty one? It challenged all reason.

Nevertheless, with the announcement propagating, truth prevailed. Groups of mercenaries and explorers hurried toward the city, drawn by the safeguard and glory of a Legendary ruler, infusing fresh energy into Caesar's holdings.

Eldoria, the Grimm Continent.

In the Princess's Windmill Keep.

The Cursed Tree that Aina had sown at last produced its yield.

The initial gathering produced precisely one hundred fruits. Aina collected them all into her private vault.

"Little darling, oh, my little darling... Mama is fetching you a tasty treat!"

"Hurry and blossom. Produce fruit soon. Mama requires your assistance for numerous tasks!"

Aina positioned herself under the Cursed Tree, dumping pails of blood at its roots. From time to time, she embedded superior monster cores into the earth encircling the trunk.

The scene struck as profoundly unsettling. The iciest, most merciless Saintess from the Hellscream group displayed a child's innocent grin, whispering tenderly to a blood-consuming tree.

"Little darling, before long I shall disperse your seeds throughout the globe."

"..."

While she whispered to her "offspring," Orion's words abruptly echoed within her thoughts.

"Aina. Update me on the four Rite of Fatebound Offering arrays' progress."

Four arrays. One dedicated to the sea. Two assigned to the primary forces of Orion and Leonidas. One tailored for the Undead.

For this incursion, Orion planned to deploy his sibling Clymene's Skeletal Knight Legion, alongside an Undead Legion positioned by Arthas in the Emerald Dream Realm.

Conflict brought demise. Demise brought enlistments. The Skeletal Knight Legion stood ready to indulge.

"Sir Orion," Aina answered through thought, "sites for all four arrays stand chosen. We're simply awaiting sufficient captives to ignite them."

The Rite of Fatebound Offering diverged sharply from a conventional Cross-Realm Teleportation Array.

Eldoria benefited from Holy Order defense and Realm Barrier shielding. Should Orion attempt forcing a usual teleportation passage for a vast force, the Realm Barrier would sense the intrusion and assault the link.

However, the Rite of Fatebound Offering served as a clever evasion. This unique spell formation came from the Saint Gran Council, secured by the Deputy Commander.

Through offering Eldoria's indigenous beings, the gateway would mask itself in the world's own "aura," thus evading the Realm Barrier's watch. This enabled Orion and Leonidas to infiltrate their troops via a hidden route, avoiding any alert.

"Within one month, I shall directly supervise the launching of one array," Aina vowed, specifying an exact timeframe.

Orion felt satisfied. Such determination signaled readiness for grand endeavors.

"Regarding the map I requested. Transmit it via my secure line for the team's preparations."

"Got it. I'll handle it right away!"

Considering Hellscream's present influence, the map would surely lack fullness. Orion sought no flawlessness. True mapping would fall to dedicated squads and tools after his and Leonidas's forces landed.

Currently, he required an outline—a basic diagram to guide his scouting branch in crafting plans.

"Fine. In one month, my avatar shall arrive in this realm."

"At that point, the conflict ignites."

Aina gave a faint nod, her expression's grin expanding into a shadowy, thrilled gleam.