Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1480 Eldritch Descent

Amid the desolate edges of the warzone, priests sealed their eyelids tight, whispering desperate prayers just before the Demons ripped them limb from limb.

"Heads up. We're entering the heart of the plaza," Tangere's voice sliced through the darkness, firm and authoritative. "Ease off the pace. Stay alert for any hangabouts—particularly the big threats."

Their compact team had slashed a gory trail to reach this point, slaughtering multiple Legendary-tier protector knights to boost their battle achievements. At this stage, the conflict was tapering off. Victory seemed assured, but Tangere stayed vigilant.

"Boss," Caesar murmured, "I'm sensing no odd energies. That powerhouse must've crushed them all by now, yeah?"

He meant Makareth, who had ignored his elite rank to plunge into the chaos and massacre foes in droves. With Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros on the hunt, every bold Holy Order knight or priest had been tracked and eliminated. Not a soul got away.

"Better cautious than caught off guard," Tangere responded. "No more honors to claim at the moment regardless. Let's locate a spot to bunker down and await the primary army."

Scarecrow and Aurora agreed with nods. When they initially rose to Archlord rank, they believed themselves unbeatable. Yet in a conflict this vast? They counted as minor players. Simply surviving intact proved a fierce challenge.

"Praise the Goddess, chant Her name, sing Her hymns..."

"She is our Mother, the Vindicator of the wronged..."

"She gives a home to the lonely, an end to the wandering..."

"She disperses the hatred of the lost..."

"May the Goddess descend and banish all Demons from this world..."

As Tangere guided them to a wrecked building for a break, an ethereal, pulsing chant emerged from Dolame Square in front.

It echoed pure worship. Priests, Holy Order knights, faithful followers... even echoes of the deceased were beseeching, their shared resolve forging into pure Faith Energy.

The Goddess's statue, earlier reduced to debris by the Templars, abruptly stirred. Stone fragments soared in from all sides, reassembling high over the plaza. A grand, fearsome presence started to gather amid the unending songs.

"Holy hell, Boss. Lucky you held us back." Caesar appeared set to flee.

Next to him, Scarecrow and Aurora seemed just as ashen, casting Tangere glances full of deep thanks. Tangere paid no mind, his gaze sharp as he examined the oddity before them.

"Attempting a revival using just Faith Energy?" Tangere sneered. "Utter folly."

BOOM!

What unfolded next stunned Tangere and his group down to their souls.

As the Goddess's statue approached full form, a gigantic tentacle—bulky, viscous, and endlessly extended—plummeted from above. In a casual, contemptuous flick, it smashed the gathering statue to bits.

Immediately, the foggy sacred glow broke apart. The chants resounding nearby faded away. Silence gripped the world once more.

"Hahaha! Kraken is here!"

Elara, Makareth, Isabella, and Kaedros—poised to step in—turned their sights upward. There floated a beast so enormous words failed to capture it.

The Kraken.

It resembled a Lovecraftian deity emerging from a nightmare tale.

"The Kraken's descended!"

That crushing aura, those horrific appendages—only one being among the allies matched that signature.

Isabella's eyes widened in shock. She realized plainly that sans the aces from her sibling, she'd crumble under one blow from that beast. Elara and Kaedros observed coolly, treating this doomsday might like routine business.

The North. Agaman Diocese.

Within the Grand Chamber, the viewing glass darkened instantly as the Kraken obliterated the statue. The final spark of hope for the Holy Order in Andor Diocese vanished.

Silence. The chamber plunged into a choking, uncanny hush.

The truth hit hard: no lone Diocese could resist these assailants. All who witnessed Dolame Square's downfall live understood this.

"I will request the Headquarters dispatch the Saint, acting as a Red-Robed High Priest," Maelric declared, his tone grave following extended somber reflection. "I require your endorsements. We have to compel Headquarters to address this emergency properly."

Maelric sensed ill omens from that ultimate beast. It surpassed a typical Archlord.

"Moreover," Maelric went on, "Stellaris, Twilight Vale, and Agaman all adjoin the Andor Diocese. Who do you suppose falls next in their sights?"

Tension surged through the chamber. Priests of Stellaris and Twilight Vale paled visibly.

"We can't allow these intruders to keep ravaging unchecked. We need to attack preemptively," stated Father Rabic from Stellaris Diocese.

In terms of location, Stellaris's main city lay nearest to Dolame Square. To him, it marked the prime objective. Given the situation, launching first made more sense than permitting foes to overrun their domain.

"This sacred conflict affects all Dioceses. We should band together, call forth the Guardian Deities and the Saint, and expel these predators from our fields," contributed Father Pyke of Twilight Vale.

Nobody desired to become the subsequent victim. Should they falter in protection, they'd forfeit their 'pasture'—followers and holdings. They'd rank as flops, their standing in the Holy Order crashing to the depths. Victory, too, would leave their regions as wrecked as Andor Diocese.

Thus, rallying all into a joint assault to divert battle from personal territories stood as the sole sensible path.

ROAR!

Right when Holy Order priests parted lips for more argument, a shrill, booming dragon cry rent the heavens over Agaman Sanctuary.

A World Dragon hovered above the cathedral, eclipsing the daylight. Its jaws parted, unleashing a storm of ice projectiles—from spear length to building scale—that engulfed the whole site.

It was the water-type World Dragon, Leonidas.

As the strategy called for crushing opponents with superior might, Orion and Leonidas arrived straight at Agaman Sanctuary. Their goal: clash head-on with Agaman Holy Order's Demigods.

Leonidas's assault made the world seem frozen solid. An unyielding, regal power aimed to conquer everything.

Endless keen ice lances poured from the skies like falling stars. Every piece gleamed lethally, infused with a horrifying, marrow-freezing chill. They descended as bolts, as cannon fire, bent on erasing Agaman Sanctuary and all life there.

It was the end times.

Through the thunderous din of collisions, the thick barrage of ice pounded the ground and structures, an unrelenting, booming symphony of ruin.