Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1454 Warmonger's Arrival

Far inside a rift of the Westreach Trench.

The voice of Orion pierced the suffocating shadows, delivering a dark thrill to Leonidas and Kraken alike.

"Makareth has awakened. I'm sending him down with the undead legion."

This update brought relief. They had acquired yet another powerhouse—a relentless powerhouse ready to bear the load.

"That kid Makareth is awake?"

"Hell yes."

"Now the surface invasion army has a true battle-lord to spearhead the assault."

Invasion. Warmonger. In Leonidas's mouth, these terms rang as praises, not slurs. He was a being who refused to sugarcoat his essence or the harsh truth of their campaign. As he liked to say: We invade because we must. We lack resources, we lack territory. We seize what we require. If that bothers you, what will you do?

"This alters the situation," Leonidas went on. "Makareth's presence means three Archlords fighting on land now. That's sufficient to maintain the front until the Holy Order grasps what's striking them. It buys us moments to shatter the seas apart."

In truth, Orion and Kraken's avatars qualified as Archlords only in their current form. Counting them in, the invading troops featured five at Archlord strength. Yet the three needed to secure a base in the waters, preventing any land support. Makareth's descent eased that strain greatly.

Makareth, a High Demon who forged his personal Lord's Stone—a created abomination. As an Archlord, he stood as an unstoppable force. He could take on three equals without breaking a sweat. Even against a superior Archlord, he wouldn't falter. His claim of being "invincible beneath the Demigod level" held real weight; his power proved it.

Combined with the secret weapons the Deputy Commander likely handed him, Makareth earned his cocky attitude.

For this assault on Eldoria, Leonidas had summoned one subordinate Archlord, and Orion had done the same. Elara represented the Stoneheart Horde.

"Assuming no mishaps at the Siren lair, I must escalate the creation of Ocean Hunters to an alarming level here," Kraken growled. "By the point the Sea Folk respond, our lesser troops won't face overwhelming odds."

Kraken spoke wisely. He, Leonidas, and Orion had deployed aquatic forces, but against Eldoria's vast ocean dwellers, they were mere specks. Luckily, conflicts seldom exploded all at once. This gap let them build up forces.

"We're simply too impoverished. Our base is far too weak," Leonidas groaned. "If it was the Cult of Four, they'd already unleash hordes of abyssal behemoths and creature-scale battle bastions on this realm. A direct charge always smashes foes the quickest."

He let out a breath, recalling the Silverwood Realm. The Cetus Giants Race had seized all those Cult of Four vessels. Orion and his allies had aimed to salvage some, but they left with nothing and got expelled from Atlantis.

"Should I demolish the Realm Formation in this place, I could summon the Black Tower," Orion pondered. "The fiends it spits out would make this conflict far simpler."

In the Silverwood Realm, Orion had seized a Black Tower from the Cult of Four. Supplied with resources and power, it could generate infinite swarms of demonic beasts. Even better, the structure served as a roving command center, skipping the hassle of erecting bases or lairs.

Leonidas and Kraken stayed silent. Within the Champions Alliance, solely the Commander could casually wreck a Realm Formation. The Deputy Commander would require considerable effort to study and break it down.

Moreover, inviting the Deputy Commander would divide the spoils. This battle belonged to Orion. Leonidas and Kraken knew better than to speak up.

"Brother, with your power as it stands, you can't shatter the formation?" Leonidas inquired. "Not even dent it?"

He recognized Orion's might, but he wanted the boundaries clear.

"For pure destruction, I could manage it," Orion conceded. "However, acting now would stir the wasp nest. It would rouse every dormant Demigod and pull their gaze straight to us. We'd ignite all-out war at once, hemmed in from every direction."

Orion had mapped this scenario prior to the descent. The optimal method was the Rite of Fatebound Offering. It let them enter without ruining the Realm Formation, fooling the old, resting entities—or those drifting in the void—into viewing it as just an inner strife.

The further they stretched that deception, the more rival power Orion could devour, boosting their shot at complete triumph.

"So we follow the strategy," Leonidas declared. "Methodical and unhurried."

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City.

Twelve hours prior, a massive event shook the Utessar Continent, compelling Orion and Lilith back to Stoneheart City to calm the growing alarm.

The Human Kingdom had disappeared.

More accurately, the whole kingdom had shifted as one to a different landmass. For Stoneheart City's human residents, the report seemed dreamlike, unbelievable. Yet under the astonishment, many sensed impending disaster. Such a vast group relocation always signals escape from an unbeatable foe or apocalypse.

"Mr. Greymount, what's your take on this?"

In the Silent Goblet's upper level, Nico, Kadir, and Tristan gathered. Despite pledging to the Stoneheart Horde, ties to their old kingdom lingered. Today, those bonds broke.

"Truthfully, hints appeared earlier," Tristan replied, his forehead creased. "The kingdom decayed from within. Numerous nobles who purchased estates in Stoneheart lately started selling off holdings. And the Capital herding commoners to The Northern Bastion of Menethis? That felt off. Commoners serve as the nobility's herds. Have you witnessed a herder shoving his animals aside?"

As a realm-spanning trader, Tristan sensed void energies keenly. When the huge surge struck earlier, he figured civil unrest—maybe the Prince against the King. He never anticipated the capital vanishing entirely.

"The flock got directed north," Nico added. "To The Northern Bastion of Menethis. Lilith shared fresh details with me—Prince Theodore stayed put. He's defending there still."

The plump fellow wasn't the brightest among them, yet he excelled in gathering info, with the keenest hearing in the shadows.

"The Northern Bastion forms the fresh enclosure," Tristan reflected grimly. "But why would the King take this step?"

Lacking further details, Tristan, Nico, and Kadir gazed into their empty cups, answers eluding them.