Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1476 Dimensional Severance

Orion was never short on backup strategies. The Stoneheart Horde stood as just the most obvious tool in his vast array, though it hardly represented his only hidden card.

Facing off against another Demigod, Orion had the Champions Alliance brotherhood at his beck and call. If things got dire, he could pull Seraphina right into the thick of it. And should he offer a bigger cut of the rewards, there existed a solid possibility of drawing the Titanion Realm's Demigods aboard his vessel.

"Brother," Leonidas growled, his voice deep and pulsing with fervor, "if that's the situation, why not stake it all on one bold, finishing blow?"

He advocated for a lightning strike—a lone confrontation to resolve the entire conflict.

A wild blaze flickered in Leonidas's gaze. "You and I charge the middle. We plunge right into the heart of the fight. Whatever blocks our path gets crushed without mercy. We deny the foes any respite, any shot at calling in backup."

Orion grew quiet, balancing the wild boldness of the idea against its dangers. Clearing the battlefield demanded far more than mere boldness; it called for crushing, awe-inspiring might.

Did Orion hold such unbreakable strength?

Indeed.

The realization solidified in his thoughts. Orion lifted his gaze sharply, meeting Leonidas's stare.

"If we're going that route, then we unleash everything." Orion shifted toward the enormous shadow nearby. "Squiddy, halt the Westreach Trench mission. Send our troops there into hiding. I need you by our side on the primary front."

Orion didn't intend for the Kraken to face a Demigod one-on-one. Instead, he required the primordial creature to solidify the defenses, a steadfast barrier to counter the opponent's edge in Archlords.

"Big Boss..." the Kraken boomed, his tone resembling the clash of shifting continents. "Are we committing fully? Shouldn't you mull it over first?"

The Kraken showed no defiance, nor did he question Orion's command. He merely acted as the wise old warrior—urging his leader that cautious navigation preserved the vessel through countless ages.

Leonidas grinned silently. The Kraken's doubt arose from unawareness; he failed to comprehend the full extent of Orion's capabilities. From Leonidas's perspective, someone who could drive back a Third-Stage Demigod shouldn't skulk on the fringes. Breaching the World of Eldoria required a grand display. It demanded domination.

It conserved time. It spared exertion.

Andor Diocese, Dolame Square.

Elara, positioned at the center of the command array, halted briefly. A mental message from Father Orion had just flooded her consciousness.

As her vision sharpened, the brief stupor faded, giving way to eyes keener than an eagle's and fiercer than a wyrm's.

"Drop the gradual push," she whispered, her tone lowering with resolve. "We drive straight to the Agaman Holy Order's heart. Full throttle."

Elara lifted her trident. Mana roared through her body, wild and unyielding.

"Forbidden Art: Dimensional Severance."

Far overhead in the heavens, Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros—clashing with the Templars—sensed the shift in the air right away.

A horrifying void force burst forth close by. Unseen edges of warped space slashed across the skies, striking true against the Templars in their duel. The warriors had zero hope. The spatial tears ripped apart their guards, ignoring plate and body to shred them into tatters. The holy aura that had shielded them in glowing barriers crumbled, dispersing like ash on the breeze.

The skirmish concluded the instant Elara acted.

"All hostile Archlords stand eliminated," Elara's voice, icy and regal, thundered over the whole allied force. "Warriors of the coalition, obey my directive. Spare none in the Andor Diocese. We claim Dolame Square as our ritual site. The Undead Summoning Circle activates within twelve hours."

It marked the onset of all-out assault.

"For His Highness!"

"For the Horde!"

"For the King!"

The First Legion's bellow quaked the ground. Under Anubis the Gnoll's lead, they reacted first, unleashing a savage rush that transformed the avenues into a bloodbath.

Rear Battlefield, Second Defense Line.

Within a vast sanctuary, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora towered above the mangled remains of a Priest and an Ascetic. It required their united efforts to fell the pair of Legendary-tier foes.

Tangere had unleashed his Death's Threshold domain to dominate the area, Caesar absorbed the main onslaught, Aurora's conjured allies harassed the sides, and Scarecrow ambushed from the dark, disrupting the adversaries' flow.

The clash wrapped up swiftly. Tangere's restraint was suffocating, and with three powerhouses concentrating attacks, dispatching two intermediate lords felt almost standard.

"The Ascetic carried only scraps," Aurora muttered, searching the body's pouches with a manic, eager zeal. "But this Priest..."

Before she wrapped up her loot check, Elara's broadcast resounded in their minds.

"The Archlords are dead?" Caesar said, wide-eyed.

"That quick?" Scarecrow gasped.

They shared looks. Fights among Archlords ought to be apocalyptic sagas spanning three days and nights, cracking the firmament and scorching the soil.

"Quit gawking!" Tangere snapped, his steady poise returning instantly. "Aurora, rein in your creature before it devours the clues. Haul the corpses to the plaza. We require evidence for the battle records."

Tangere stretched his awareness, probing the surrounding zones. The alliance's offensive advanced at a horrifying pace. It was a massacre. The Stoneheart Horde's First Legion, bolstered by Cave Spiders and Raptor Cavalry, left only echoes of quiet behind.

"Advance. This is prime time to rack up achievements," Tangere urged, his thoughts whirling. "Shift in strategy. Ignore hunting relics. Focus on takedowns. Maximum velocity forward."

Tangere excelled at pivoting. In such an unstable warzone, adaptability meant staying alive. It formed the core principle he had instilled in Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora.

"Caesar, lead the Brawnbull Knights as the spearhead. Break through their ranks," Tangere commanded. "Plague Zombies and Scarecrow Legion, trail right after. Without their Archlords, nothing remains to halt this force."

Tangere's gaze tightened, a savage spark overtaking his typical wariness. "Slaughter them every one. We seize the triumph."

For someone who thrived in secrecy, once he deemed the path clear, he turned into the deadliest presence amid the chaos.

"Done."

"Aye."

"Let's go."

Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora confirmed the directive. With a quick, shared glance, the team pressed on to carry out the purge.

Rear Command Center.

Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros made their way back to the assembly point. Isabella appeared the most battered, her plate cracked in several spots, revealing marred flesh. Still, her resolve sharpened like a dagger. She hadn't delivered the fatal strike, yet she had witnessed the chasm between her and an Archlord.

She didn't match them yet, but the gap was shrinking.

"My, my," Makareth chuckled, eyeing Elara's authoritative form. "Sister, it's been a few years, but you've left your brother utterly stunned."

He shook his head, pretending amazement. "Are you truly the same young scamp I remember?"

Intrigue, wonder, incredulity—Makareth displayed his feelings plainly. He had guessed Elara held power, but not to this degree.

Elara gave a uncommon, subtle smile. "And you, Brother, diving straight at several foes... that embodies real courage."

Makareth beamed, baring his grin. He understood his boundaries. He possessed strength, sure, but he recognized precisely the outside aid required to endure that brawl.