Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1483 Just a Gang Beating

Makareth was forced to accept the harsh reality of the situation.

Compared to an overwhelming powerhouse like Kraken, he was miles behind; even fighting alongside capable teammates such as Elara and Kaedros proved to be a struggle. Elara, in particular, left Makareth with a lingering, unsettling suspicion that she could eliminate him in a heartbeat if she truly desired it.

Isabella remained silent, her gaze locked onto the massive silhouette that loomed over the horizon, her mind paralyzed by shock. She had always been aware of a rift between herself and Orion. However, not until this moment had the true extent of that chasm become clear. It was far more than just a discrepancy in strength; it was a fundamental difference in existence. He was a deity among the heavens, while she was merely dust upon the earth, forced to reach upward just to catch a glimpse of his presence.

"Pick up the pace!" Kraken’s voice rang out, grim and authoritative. "Orion has initiated the assault. We must storm the Agaman Parish immediately to pin down the Holy Order's mid-tier forces."

Kraken understood exactly how such sects functioned. When pushed to the edge, they would resort to dark rites that preyed upon their own congregations—harvesting faith through coercion or sacrificing believers to claim a temporary surge of power. By striking now, the coalition army would compel the Holy Order to commit their troops to the front line. Deprived of their human fodder, they would find it impossible to complete their rituals, and even with contingencies in place, the shortage of bodies would severely undermine their strength.

"Signal the aerial fleets to initiate a preemptive strike!" Elara commanded, her strategic vision perfectly aligned with Kraken's.

The coalition forces surged forward as one, the earth quivering beneath the weight of their rapid advance.

Near the rear of the formation, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora rode atop massive Quad-Horned Brawnbulls.

"Tangere, what on earth just occurred?" Aurora inquired. As the newcomer to the inner circle, she was genuinely oblivious, possessing even less information than Caesar or Scarecrow.

It appears Kraken neglected to brief her, Tangere thought to himself. He did not dwell on the matter, turning his attention toward the horizon, where the Stoneheart Titan—with its eight arms and four heads—towered against the sky.

"You all are fortunate to be here. That shockwave? That was the opening move of a Divine War," Tangere replied, his tone layered with solemnity and fanatical reverence. He pointed a hand toward the back of the Titan. "That is the Boss's war form. The Stoneheart Titan—four heads, eight arms, and embodyment of pure destruction."

Tangere possessed a deeper understanding of Orion than most others.

"You mean... that is the Boss?" Caesar’s jaw dropped, his hand trembling as he gestured toward the distant giant. "That is truly him?"

Scarecrow shivered, a chill running down his back. What manner of monster had they hitched their fates to?

"Is that what a Demigod looks like?" Aurora blinked, completely unperturbed. "Talk about overkill."

She remained the most care-free of the group. Having not experienced Orion personally, the sheer terror had not yet settled in. In her perception, Demigods were supposed to be absurdly powerful. That was simply how the world functioned.

"Command has ordered a forced march," Tangere barked, pulling them back to the reality of the situation. "Caesar, Scarecrow, rally your troops. We are linking up with the Boss's First Legion so we can hitch a ride on their Cave Spiders."

"Why such a rush?"

"Because there are enemies ahead, and that signifies a chance for glory." Tangere had dared to push forward specifically because he saw Kraken leading the charge. With such a terror anchoring the center, any enemy Archlords who attempted to intercept them would be crushed by Kraken, Elara, or Makareth long before they could reach his own squad.

Secured by that safety net, Tangere—the chronic opportunist—shifted his tactics instantly.

"Hah! More merit to earn?" Caesar grinned, his excitement overriding his trepidation. "If we emerge from this alive, I might finally gather enough credit to redeem a dragon egg from the coalition treasury."

"A dragon egg? From the treasury?" Aurora’s eyes widened with sudden intrigue. To a Beastmaster, such words were akin to sorcery.

"Wait until the conflict concludes. Visit the vault yourself, and you will understand."

Within the central sector, inside the Agaman Parish.

The Saint had descended from the Agaman Holy Order, only to be effortlessly obliterated by the fist of Orion.

Yet, as a Demigod of the Second Circle, death did not come easily. As long as his Divine Fire burned, the Saint remained immortal.

Sure enough, a sphere of golden flame erupted at the epicenter of the blast, ravenously consuming the scattering Faith Energy. The Saint reformed, once again clad in pristine white robes, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

However, the arrogance had vanished from his expression.

He stared at Orion, finding himself unable to gauge the depth of his opponent's power. It was as if Orion were shielded by a veil that defied all perception.

"Activate the array! Everyone, attack! Surround and destroy the false god who dares blaspheme against the Goddess!"

From that singular exchange, the Saint had grasped a grim truth: he could not win alone.

"Hah! A gang assault is merely a gang assault, don't drag the Goddess into your failure!" Leonidas, observing from a distance, couldn't help but heckle. "And I am the one blaspheming the Goddess, not my brother here."

"Those who blaspheme shall never escape!" With a glare directed at Leonidas, the Saint vanished, teleporting directly beside Orion. He intended to grapple the Titan, buying precious time for his six Holy Guard Knights to initialize their killing formation.

Orion’s expression remained indifferent. It was a cold look that suggested to the Saint that his desperate gamble was entirely meaningless. For the first time in many centuries, the Saint felt like nothing more than a joke.

"Brother, leave this to me."

Orion flicked his wrist.

Leonidas was instantly ejected from the battlefield, reappearing safely outside the outer perimeter of the Agaman Temple. He shrugged, accepting the dismissal. His purpose was to hold his position and ensure no enemy Demigods slaughtered the coalition's Archlords.

Still, that teleportation technique felt distinctly familiar.

"Damn, did the kid manage to refine that Demigod-tier Magic Mirror already?" Leonidas muttered, his eyes lighting up with realization before clouding with a touch of melancholy.

It was a bitter lesson to witness the younger generation surpassing the old.

"Now I understand why Arthas is so focused on guarding the Ever-Burning Volcano," Leonidas mused. "If we do not take risks, we won't even have the standing to show off in front of the lad later."

A sudden thought struck him, and his mood brightened.

"At least Squiddy won't be ascending to Demigod anytime soon. If he beat me to it, I would have nowhere to hide my shame. Right... once Squiddy ascends, I have to reach the Second Circle. I must."

BOOM!

While Leonidas was lost in his contemplations, Orion launched another massive assault. He was no fool; he had no intention of standing idle while they finished preparing a trap designed to slay him.