Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1485 Grand Psalm: Supernova

The Sacrifice was not the Saint surrendering his own life essence; it was the weaponizing of the masses' prayers—a coerced extraction of Faith Energy.

An overwhelming torrent of devotion transmuted instantly into searing, aggressive Holy Light. It surged from the Goddess's Crown, drenching Orion in a blinding, radiant glow.

This was not mere warmth; it was a process of total purification.

Orion sensed his inherent Divine Power catching fire, the hostile energy gnawing through his internal stores like acid searing through steel.

ROAR!

Orion released a deafening bellow, a shockwave of raw, unfiltered Battle Will bursting outward from his center. This was the evolved manifestation of a warrior’s soul, refined by his elevation to Demigod status, and it forcibly repelled the Holy Light, carving out a vacuum in his immediate vicinity.

Having snatched a moment to recover, Orion did not retreat. His remaining six arms lashed out in unison, his fists punching forward like siege artillery, slamming directly into the Shield of Guardianship.

Rite of Absolution: The Hundredfold Reprisal!

The Saint, invigorated by the Relics, was not simply enduring blows; he was operating on a higher plane of combat strategy.

As Orion’s fists struck the Shield, the metal remained unyielding. Instead, it reverberated with a menacing hum, catching the kinetic force, magnifying it, and hurling it back with twice the intensity.

Thrown off balance, Orion was propelled backward by the recoil of his own aggression. He tumbled through the sky, his appearance looking significantly disheveled.

Bro, is that what they call return to sender? Leonidas’s voice dripped with mockery from the shadows. Sting a little?

Orion paid no mind to the dragon. His gaze remained locked onto the Saint, who was already closing the gap, blade held aloft.

Benediction: Warblade!

The Saint pursued with unrelenting fury, intending to conclude the struggle in a single stroke. He swung the Holy Sword—executing a terrifying arc that seemed to split the very sky. However, it was merely a feint.

The true lethal strike originated from below. Firing the Boots of Speed, he launched a razor-sharp crescent of solid light via a whip-fast kick.

It was impossibly swift. The blade of light sliced cleanly through Orion’s titanic avatar.

Orion’s form was cleaved in two, dissolving into mist before instantly reforming a few hundred yards away. His avatar had avoided destruction, but the bisection had exacted a heavy cost. The reconstruction depleted a vast amount of energy, leaving Orion noticeably cautious.

I suppose a major Sect isn't just for show, Orion grumbled. He understood now that any faction with the audacity to consolidate faith on this scale possessed the strength required to sustain their scheme.

I told you. I will finish you.

The Saint charged forward once more, a smug expression returning to his features.

Grand Psalm: Supernova.

This was the ultimate finisher. Its source was the Star's Protection hovering behind the Saint—a Relic that had stayed dormant until this moment.

In a heartbeat, the Star collapsed and detonated like a localized sun. It did not merely radiate; it submerged the entire world in blinding white.

The brilliance swallowed the Agaman Parish, sweeping across the continent and pouring deep into the vast oceans of the World of Eldoria.

Deep within the uncharted reaches of the sea.

Ancient leviathans, startled by the sudden discharge of divine radiation, rose from their dormancy and breached the surface.

That signature... that is the Agaman Holy Order's ultimate fusion technique. The Supernova triggered by the Star Relic.

A colossal serpent head rose above the waves, though the silhouette beneath the water suggested a creature miles in length. Why is there a Divine War raging on the continent?

Who cares? As long as Agaman hasn't broken the Covenant of the Tide, leave them to their fate. The more Holy Knights that fall, the better.

In another sector of the ocean, a tentacle covered in unblinking eyes emerged from the depths. It had no visible mouth, yet its voice echoed directly into the minds of the others.

I sense strange Demigods... Undead... creatures of the Abyss, the tentacle mused. Heh heh heh... It appears someone is poaching on the Agaman Holy Order's territory.

Good. It is about time someone forced them to pay for the blood debt of the previous era.

In a third region, nothing broke the surface, yet the water shimmered with billions of bioluminescent plankton functioning as a single hive mind.

Who do you believe will perish? the hive mind asked, its tone high and feminine. If Agaman falls, will these newcomers desire our oceans next?

The Serpent flicked its tongue, sampling the mana in the air. Agaman cannot fall. That Woman is too powerful. Even in deep slumber, she would never allow her domain to be destroyed.

The Tentacle signaled immediate agreement. I side with Agaman on this. We all understand what That Woman is capable of.

But... what if they do fail? the hive mind pushed.

A profound silence settled over the three monstrosities.

They did not respond because they lacked an answer. If a new force possessed the strength to topple the Agaman Holy Order, then an alliance of three ancient sea monsters would be of no consequence. They would simply be annihilated alongside the rest.

The three leviathans slipped back beneath the waves, keeping their eyes on the distant land with trepidation.

Grand Psalm: Supernova. A forbidden art that detonated Faith Energy to cause absolute ruin. A high-level miracle.

When the blinding glare finally faded, the sky above the Agaman Temple sat empty. Orion’s avatar had been completely vaporized.

The Star's Protection behind the Saint vanished along with him. The maneuver had required the sacrifice of the Knight acting as the Star component—burning away over half his Divine Power to fuel the explosion. Though not dead, his main body at headquarters likely remained in a vegetative state.

Now... it is your turn, you miserable wyrm.

The Saint rotated slowly, blade in hand, eyeing Leonidas with venomous hate.

Vile wyrm? Me? Leonidas clutched his chest with his petite claws, appearing scandalized. Oh, I am terrified!

Suddenly, the dragon threw back his head and began to wail. Tears poured down his snout in rivers.

Brother! Oh, my poor brother! You died so tragically!

The Saint stared, his temple throbbing with veins.

You are gone, but what of your harem? Leonidas bawled, his sorrow morphing quickly into something much sleazier. I cannot bear to see your wives so lonely and widowed!

He sniffled, wiping a tear away. How about I introduce myself to them? Take over as the man of the house?

The sobbing ceased instantly. Leonidas gazed at the Saint with deadpan intensity. What do you think? Good plan?

You are insane, the Saint hissed. He assumed the dragon was stallng or had simply lost his grip on reality.

But then, a voice answered Leonidas from directly behind the Saint's back.

Terrible plan.

The Saint’s blood turned to ice. He attempted to blink away, but he was too slow.

Supernova. A nice light show, Orion murmured, his voice chilling the very air. But it is my turn now. How would you like to pass on?

Orion’s massive arms locked around the Saint from behind in a crushing hold. Five additional arms manifested, seizing the Saint’s head, arms, and legs in an iron grip.

Personally, Orion growled into the Saint’s ear, I have always been a fan of being drawn and quartered.