Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1482 Shadow Swallowing the Sun

Initially, Orion believed the unease gnawing at his gut was nothing more than the lingering taint of the Flower Goddess; after all, he still carried a Seed of her Will.

Yet, as the moments ticked by, a colder, more incisive realization dawned upon him.

The threat looming over him wasn't confined to a solitary deity like the Flower Goddess. Rather, it was the deafening silence of the true gods that chilled him. Behind the scenes, the Demigods and the slumbering titans of the Sixth Stage were hoarding their strength, lurking in the shadows.

Though Orion could not foresee the exact manifestation of the coming catastrophe, his instincts shrieked that a tempest was brewing.

"Nothing but smoke and mirrors!"

Leonidas’s growl jolted Orion from his musings. The dragon appeared visibly agitated. He had flinched at a statue—a mere construct—and worse, he had done so in Orion’s presence. For a World Dragon, such a humiliation demanded a debt of blood.

"Oblivion Sphere!"

The words, ground out through the dragon's teeth, sounded like half-incantation and half-curse.

A sphere of crackling, violet lightning coalesced around the goddess’s statue, immediately pulling inward. The atmosphere screamed as it hit maximum compression, producing a sound akin to a thousand snapping cables echoing throughout the plaza.

As the sphere shrank into a singularity and vanished, it left a perfect, spherical void in its wake.

The statue had been erased. Not merely teleported, but scrubbed from existence entirely.

THUD!

Despite the statue’s obliteration, the spectral Dragon Lance it had summoned a heartbeat prior remained lethal. It crashed squarely against the World Dragon’s chest.

It failed to pierce his scales—World Dragons were apex predators and tanks of the highest order for a reason—but the sheer kinetic impact sent Leonidas skidding backward through the air.

"Damn it," Leonidas coughed, his voice echoing from afar. "That... that had some sting. It isn't quite a Relic, but it packs a wallop."

"The Goddess shall not be blasphemed! Her domain shall not be defiled!"

Before the dragon could retaliate, a thunderous roar erupted from the central cathedral of the Agaman Diocese.

A shockwave of golden, Divine Power radiated from the temple, sweeping across the city and triggering a dormant defensive grid. Six massive spires encircling the city ignited, casting pillars of pure mana toward the heavens.

Both Orion and Leonidas sensed it: a massive convergence of Faith Energy. Several formidable entities were descending.

"Heh... it appears the varsity team has finally arrived."

Leonidas grinned, his embarrassment instantly discarded. He knew well that the Holy Order had summoned actual Demigods.

"Hold your position. Cover my flank," Orion commanded, moving to stand beside the dragon. His apathy vanished, swept away by a rising tide of innate battle lust.

"You got it." Leonidas stepped back, watching Orion’s back with a flicker of genuine curiosity.

Orion felt different. His aura had shifted into something vast and unreadable. He no longer felt like an ally, but more like a force of nature.

"Praise the Goddess, the Eternal and Infinite, the Avatar of Wisdom and Love..."

"She is the fountain of courage, leading us to the truth..."

"Pray to Her, steel your souls, and stand against the encroaching dark..."

A celestial chorus filled the sky over Agaman. This was no mere chanting of priests; it was the ambient hum of divinity, the harbinger of a high-tier summoning.

The Scion arrived.

He was a man cloaked in white robes trimmed with gold, a majestic hawk resting on his shoulder, the symbol of divine birth stitched into his chest. Behind him stood six Holy Guardian Knights, encased in radiant, golden full-plate armor.

The Scion exuded the power of a Second-Stage Demigod, while his six knights all possessed the strength of First-Stage Demigods.

Seven Demigods at once. It was a lineup that surpassed even Orion’s expectations.

"Are you the filth polluting the Holy Order's garden?"

The Scion looked down at them, his nose held high in the clouds, his voice dripping with supreme arrogance.

Noticing the odds, Leonidas drifted toward Orion, preparing for a brawl.

"Brother, this fellow has quite the attitude," the dragon rumbled. "And look at that entourage. I really need to acquire six Demigod bodyguards. That is true style."

"Excellent," Orion replied, his eyes burning with cold intensity. "Perhaps this time, I won't have to hold anything back."

Since reaching Demigod status, Orion had been chronically bored. His adversaries were either too fragile, crumbling instantly, or so powerful that he had to rely on desperate trump cards just to persist.

But seven low-to-mid-tier Demigods? That sounded perfect. It was a punching bag that would not shatter immediately.

"Come and die!"

Orion roared, discarding all restraint.

He unveiled his true form—the Stoneheart Titan. His frame surged, towering over the city as four heads and eight massive arms sprouted from his torso. He offered no names. He offered no monologues.

He simply vanished.

In a blink, the colossal Titan reappeared directly before the Scion, a fist the size of a carriage hurtling toward the man’s face.

"Abyssal heresy! You must be purged!"

The Scion was not wrong. Giants were creatures of the Abyss, and Orion’s Stoneheart lineage drew deeply from those chaotic origins.

"Insolence!"

"Protect the Scion!"

The six Holy Guardian Knights lunged forward to intercept the blow, reacting with instinctual efficiency.

Unfortunately for them, they had grievously miscalculated the sheer weight behind Orion’s punch.

BOOM!

It was a straightforward punch, yet it possessed enough force to collapse the very void surrounding it.

The Scion stood his ground, hands clasped behind him, maintaining an aura of unshakeable superiority. Divine light exploded from his frame, erecting a barrier that lashed out like a thousand blades against the Titan’s knuckles.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering glass reverberated across the sky. The blades shattered. The barrier disintegrated.

Golden holy light and crimson mist erupted together, painting the heavens in violent strokes of color.

The Scion of the Agaman Holy Order never even finished his posturing before Orion’s fist obliterated him.

The South. Border of the Andor Diocese.

When the northern sky ignited with a blinding flash of gold and crimson, every soldier in the Allied Army looked upward.

The image burned into their minds forever: the silhouette of a four-headed, eight-armed Demon God, his shadow swallowing the sun.

"Father!"

Elara recognized the form instantly. It was Orion’s Avatar of the Stoneheart Titan.

If Orion was locked in his true form, he had to be fighting a Demigod. Judging by the tremors, it was a battle of legendary proportions.

"That is Orion..." Kraken stood in the midst of the infantry, staring at the distant titan with unblinking reverence. "Look at that scale. Look at that power."

"He is magnificent," Kraken rumbled, his voice shaking the earth. "With a blow like that... scum like us wouldn't even survive the wind pressure."