Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1473 Gaia Bastion

BOOM!

The air exploded with a deafening thunderclap that pierced the eardrums, paired with a blinding flash of sacred light that turned the entire world pale. In that instant, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora lost their sight and hearing completely.

"Hold fast!"

"Caesar, pull back. Scarecrow, activate the defensive array. Aurora, stay in place."

These commands bypassed their buzzing ears and echoed straight into their minds—a mental link. Tangere stayed composed. He was familiar with the aftershocks of Archlord battles; this mirrored how Arthas's subordinates coordinated when the atmosphere grew too chaotic for voices to carry.

Once the energy surge swept by, their perceptions began to recover gradually.

"That was horrifying," Aurora breathed, her tone quivering.

The spirited female warrior remained rattled. She had encountered the Kraken in the past, yet she was still fresh to the Lord level. Archlords clashing seriously for the kill was an entirely new sight for her.

"Hold the formation," Tangere snapped, slicing through the dread. "Forget the losses. That's just how battlefields work. You drop or you press on."

In their vicinity, the blast had turned the guts of lesser minions and regular troops into mush. Tangere ignored them entirely.

"Tangere, do we retreat?" Caesar inquired, glancing warily at the heavens. "What if one of those powerhouses picks us as a target?"

Caesar hadn't anticipated the chasm between Lords and Archlords to feel so bottomless. Merely the side effects of their fights were almost deadly.

"No reason to. Should a foe Archlord drop down, our side has defenses ready."

Tangere replied with the assurance of a seasoned Champions Alliance fighter. He had endured the Silverwood Realm offensive against the Cult of Four. He understood the silent protocols. Even without Orion holding a hidden edge, the alliance's top brass wouldn't allow an opposing Archlord to slaughter their infantry unchecked.

"We're advancing to Dolame Square's heart. Brace for top-tier guards. Raise shields, stay alert."

With directives given, Tangere found himself gazing upward inevitably.

Far overhead, the six Templars encircled Makareth. Dark abyssal taint collided with divine glow, their fierce confrontation scattering the clouds to expose the chilly, starless expanse of space above.

"Can a mere rank difference create such a gulf?" Tangere whispered to himself.

He was aware of Makareth's fame. Orion had filled him in on the major figures. Tangere admired the savage; enduring the Abyss solo was impressive enough, but forging a Lord's Stone was a accomplishment that boggled Tangere's mind. Back in his native realm, among his peers, such brute strength was unheard of.

"This is warfare across planes," Scarecrow murmured, mirroring Tangere's stare. "You sense it deeply—that brush could draw blood; a direct strike would break you apart."

Scarecrow was venturing beyond his home plane into a cross-realm war for the first time. Absent Tangere's guidance, he realized he'd already be reduced to a smear on the ground.

"Press forward," Tangere commanded, his tone firming up. "Endure this conflict, and given our commanders' ways, we'll all rise to noble status. Sure, this field's a slaughterhouse, but it's also the road to Archlord rank for us."

Though it served as encouragement, it reflected his own belief. Cultivation went beyond strength; it tempered the spirit.

The group agreed, closed ranks tighter, and continued their patrol. The surge had scattered the opponents' ranks too, with reinforcements pouring from the urban gaps.

From the skies above, a Demon let out a mighty roar.

Within one clash, the six Templars compelled Makareth to unveil his True Form.

His size had doubled, his hide toughening into black obsidian plates, while the wings behind him divided and grew from two to four. He had attempted to confront all six Templars directly, boasting of gauging their might. The outcome? He burned a hidden asset merely to remain aloft.

"You've actually wounded me!" Makareth thundered, his ego bruised worse than his body. "I'll ensure you regret it!"

He had vowed to probe their limits, yet now he seemed the fool to his comrades. Allowing these rock golems to endure was intolerable for a demon of his vanity.

Acting swiftly, Makareth drew on his abyssal power to repel the advancing holy beams. With his other claw, he pulverized a enchanted scroll, breaking its binding.

A rush of terra mana poured from the document, surging into Makareth's infernal body.

It was the Earth's Forbidden Spell: The Gaia Bastion.

This supreme protective enchantment enveloped him. As the spell took hold, Makareth's form gleamed with an unyielding golden-brown sheen. He resembled a monument forged from unbreakable godly alloy. Rivals at his level would struggle greatly to even mark him now.

"Cursed golems! I'll pulverize you into powder!"

A enormous scimitar, cloaked in infernal abyssal flames, appeared in Makareth's grasp. He appeared as an ancient Demon God, poised to conquer all.

Rear Command Center.

Elara, Isabella, and Kaedros observed the aerial battle, their gazes sharp.

"That's a Banned Earth Incantation from my teacher's private archive," Elara noted, sighing. "Wasting it in this spot... such a pity."

Her tone carried the regret of a stern instructor. As a sorceress and the Vice Leader's pupil, she despised misuse of arcane arts. Something like Gaia Bastion was meant to guard whole bastions amid assaults. It endured assaults from matching forbidden attacks.

Yet Makareth applied it solely to his person.

During its active phase, though, the fiend was practically unkillable.

"If you're eager to hone your fangs, strike now," Elara suggested, eyeing her allies. "Makareth's absorbing the hits, so you'll be secure. Joining in will hasten breaking those statues and reduce uncertainties."

She regarded Isabella, eager for bouts against superior foes, and Kaedros, craving achievements to claim from the alliance's stores.

"Hand the oversight to me, young Elara!"

Isabella wasted no time. She seized her dragon spear, called forth her Golden Dragon steed, and soared upward.

"The overall view stays with you," Kaedros remarked. His frame swelled swiftly, armored scales bursting across his flesh as he transformed into dragon shape, then hurled himself into combat.

"Depart," Elara whispered softly. "Those rocks aren't deserving of my involvement."

Her statement targeted the vanishing draconic figures, but they had already vanished. The sole listener to her haughty rejection was Aina.