Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1472 Six Statues of Flesh

Nobody desired to initiate a crusade without full knowledge.

"The Andor Diocese has already collapsed. The foes won't halt; they're advancing toward Dolame Square."

"Precisely. The confrontation at Dolame Square serves as our crucial indicator. It will expose the adversary's actual strength. Only after that can we determine if the crisis demands the steep sacrifice needed to call forth the Holy Son."

A hush descended after the Inquisition Commander's evaluation. Every gaze shifted to the scrying mirror hovering over the platform. The invading army was advancing, drawing nearer to Dolame Square.

For the devout, the sacred conflict had commenced.

Dolame Square formed the shining core of the Holy Order. However, right now, it was overwhelmed by shadows and carnage.

The immense Goddess statue at the plaza's heart—typically a quiet acceptor of devotions and hopes—started to vibrate with a gentle, creamy glow. Immersed in this brilliance, the worshippers saw their terror transform into wild devotion. A unified resolve, a frantic bastion of belief, started to form.

ROAR!

SCREECH!

The heavens ripped apart with the piercing cries of dragon beasts and the ghostly twittering of the flying undead. The intense sound waves demolished the tentative spirit building in the square. Enormous silhouettes raced across the masses, carrying an oppressive weight.

Disorder erupted.

Bolts from crossbows, beams of sacred light, and mystical incantations burst from all parts of the city. They severed the wings of swooping dragon beasts, causing huge bodies to plummet into the shrieking crowds, demolishing structures and faithful alike. Yet for each creature downed, a pair more pierced the volley, plunging directly toward the city's heart.

"PURGE THE INTERLOPERS."

"PURGE THE INTERLOPERS."

The refrain thundered six times—robotic, rasping, unyielding.

A hexagram magical array blazed under the main statue. The Goddess's glow disappeared in an instant, drawn into six stone sentinels positioned at the edges.

To be exact, these six Templars were mere statues. But with the spell activating, the rock lost its dull tone, gaining the hue of vital skin. Their presences exploded, reaching the level of a lesser Archlord.

"The Templars from the frescoes!"

"The Goddess watches over us!"

"Purge the invaders!"

"Let the glory of the Holy Order shine across the world's every corner!"

The rousing of the Templars drove the fanatics into madness. They dropped to their knees, prostrating and beseeching, channeling their mental power into the protectors and the Goddess.

Thrum-thrum-thrum!

One among the six Templars lifted a stone longbow. Without loading an arrow, he unleashed a barrage of sheer brilliance. The luminous arrows swept the skies, annihilating the dragon beasts and gargoyles wheeling over the plaza.

On a hillside beyond the city, Elara, Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros observed the events.

"I was curious why a vital area like Dolame Square had no fortifications," Makareth muttered. "The protection isn't walls. It's those automatons."

Makareth could be rough, but he wasn't dim-witted. The opening assault of dragon beasts and undead had achieved its goal: a probing attack to compel the opponents' response.

"Six mechanisms. Archlord-level presences," Elara noted, her gaze sharpening. "They're drawing from the Holy Order's accumulated faith power temporarily. If they can connect straight to godly might is uncertain."

As a follower of Deputy Commander Edward, Elara held expertise in enchanted creations.

"Sister, do you detect more?" Makareth inquired.

Elara shook her head, offering him a nod of confidence.

That sufficed for Makareth. Thrill ignited in his stare.

"I'm going to gauge their strength."

He disappeared before Elara, Isabella, or Kaedros could respond.

"We should—" Kaedros began, his urge to aid his comrade surging.

"Wait," Isabella commanded. "Don't charge ahead. Makareth follows his own methods. We observe and hold. But initiate the full offensive. We'll overwhelm them with slaughter to boost Makareth's drive."

It struck Isabella that leadership had quietly passed to Elara. Even powerhouses like Makareth and Kaedros sought the young woman's consent prior to moving.

Is she merely Orion's fostered child? Isabella pondered. Or is she being prepared as a young consort for the Titan?

Her thoughts veered into a bitter, envious route—a pattern she struggled to abandon. Gazing at Elara's refined face, Isabella experienced an abrupt, unfounded twinge of envy.

Even that brazen giant's adopted child has reached Archlord status. I remain at Peak Legend. The divide only grows.

Distant, at the plaza's core.

As Isabella battled her doubts, the powerhouse Makareth smashed into the six Templars. The clash rattled the city's base.

At the same instant, the Undead Legion—the coalition's frontline—poured into the peripheral areas. The ground quaked, and edifices toppled like fragile decks. With faith power redirected to the mechanisms, the colossal Goddess statue started to fracture and tilt amid the war's tremors. The sacred illumination that once enveloped Dolame Square had faded, snuffed out when the Templars rose.

In a flash, the thriving avenues turned into a slaughter pit.

The bellows of dragon beasts, the moans of the undead, the booming rush of Skeletal Knights, the spitting of cave spiders spinning their threads, the cries of Raptor cavalry... Destruction descended from above, from below, and erupted from the soil.

Splintered glass, split pavement, scorched wood, ruined stone, and snapped weapons... this revealed war's grim reality. The atmosphere no longer carried the scent of offerings; it reeked of demise.

"Caesar, lead the way. I'll manage the masses. Aurora, keep your conjured beings close to Caesar for his protection. Scarecrow, guard our sides."

"Stay composed. We're not the spearhead. No need to be the initial breach."

Trailing the primary surge of Undead and Dragon Beast forces, Orion's premier assault group advanced under Tangere's direction.

They proceeded with robust guards: Plague Zombies created the external barrier as fodder, trailed by the swift and potent Brawnbull knights, while the Scarecrow squad shielded the group's close range.

In truth, neither Orion nor the Kraken at their peaks employed the degree of wary strategy and deliberate care that Tangere showed.