Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1486 A Ruthless Harvest

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It wasn't merely the sound of biological tissue giving way. Rather, it was the auditory manifestation of Divine Power being choked, the agonizing shriek of Faith Energy imploding upon itself as it met its end.

Orion tore the Saint apart with his bare hands. It was visceral. It was savage. It was a clear message to all observers.

Yet, he did not simply cast the remains aside. As he gripped the sundered pieces of the Saint, a dark inspiration took hold of him. If he possessed the means to refine the Star's Protection, why not apply the same process to the Saint himself? Why not transmute this Demigod's armor and flesh into a unique Relic for his personal collection?

"The Abyss is observing you."

Orion’s tone shifted into a glacial whisper. Beneath his feet, a ghostly projection of the Abyssal World emerged, its immense gravity latching onto the Saint’s dismembered form and glowing wargear, dragging them toward his Divine Kingdom.

He needed to pull them into his own domain to ensure the conversion process could be executed safely.

SCREECH!

A piercing cry shattered the silence of the void— the call of a hawk, sharp enough to send ripples through the binding field maintained by the Mirror of Theras fragment.

An immense, invisible power seized the Saint's torso, violently fighting against the gravitational pull of the Abyss.

The resistance was crushing. Orion realized instantly that he could not win a test of strength against such a force. With a momentary shift in focus, he severed the connection to the main torso, deciding to secure what he already held.

The Saint's torso was yanked high into the heavens.

Orion was left clutching the severed hands, the Holy Sword, and the Shield of Guardianship. These items vanished into his Divine Kingdom in an instant.

Only then did Orion cast his gaze upward toward the origin of the interference.

A Divine Eagle hovered within the distortion field. Orion narrowed his eyes. He recalled noticing the bird perched upon the Saint’s shoulder during his initial descent, only for it to disappear throughout the conflict.

It had not run away. It was the contingency plan.

"A fragment of the Mirror of Theras... So that is what you are wielding. No wonder you felt emboldened to poach in my pasture."

The Divine Eagle parted its beak, yet the voice that emerged was undeniably human. The creature dissolved into light, reforming into a towering silhouette.

It was a woman. While her features remained obscured by blinding divine radiance, the spear clutched in her hand and the suffocating pressure radiating from her presence were unmistakable.

"The Goddess Agaman?" Orion asked, intent on probing her identity.

"In the flesh. Or something sufficiently close to it."

"If your true form had descended, I would have turned and fled without a second thought," Orion stated, his voice flat and steady. "However, this is merely a sliver of your will. Posturing will not work on me."

Those familiar with Orion knew that the more composed he sounded, the more lethal he became.

"Heh... Does that shattered mirror grant you such confidence, boy?" The Goddess stepped forward, lowering the tip of her spear. Behind her, a phantom Divine Kingdom flickered into existence, showing visions of countless believers kneeling in prayer, appearing and vanishing in a cyclic rhythm.

A binding force, vastly more potent than that of the Saint, crashed down, grinding against the field of the Mirror of Theras.

Orion recognized the origin immediately. This was no mere projection of strength; she was channeling the total weight of her actual Divine Kingdom through the link.

"I may not fully grasp the gap between us," Orion remarked, the pressure causing his bones to groan. "But you do not truly know what I am, either."

Ignoring the urge to retreat, Orion took a step forward.

BOOM.

Beneath his feet, the Abyss let out a roar. Snow began to drift through the void as astral winds began to howl. Phantom images of Stoneheart Titans rose from the darkness, bellowing their defiance.

This was no simple skill or projection. It was an entire world struggling to manifest.

"A Divine Kingdom!"

The Goddess’s voice lost its arrogant sharp edge. As a powerhouse at the Demigod Artifact tier—the Fifth Circle—she understood perfectly what she was witnessing. It was authentic.

"How intriguing. I never expected a being of your stature to be interested in a minor grazing pasture such as this realm," she said, her tone undergoing a shift. The crushing pressure exerted against the Mirror's field began to fade. "Divulge your name to me, and I shall gift this pasture to you."

She remained still, her aggression replaced by a transactional, icy indifference.

Orion paused. "Orion Stoneheart."

"Orion Stoneheart..." She tested the name on her tongue. "A Giant species? From the Abyss? Are you one of the branches that managed to crawl out of that pit and ascend to power?"

She did not wait for a response.

"We shall meet again, Orion."

The Goddess turned away. A gateway of light materialized behind her, and she stepped through, vanishing from the battlefield.

Then, the true horror commenced.

In that heartbeat, across the entire World of Eldoria, every living being who harbored faith in the Holy Order or the Goddess Agaman froze.

Farmers laboring in fields, merchants in bustling cities, guards on the battlements, and even the priests and Ascetics within their temples—they simply ceased to exist.

Their life force, their spirit, and their accumulated faith were ripped from their mortal vessels in one violent harvest.

Orion sensed the mass extinction event immediately. He reached out with his own power, attempting to stem the tide, but it arrived too late. The harvest was instantaneous.

"Agaman... truly ruthless," Orion muttered, an icy chill unrelated to the snow running down his spine.

The higher the deity’s rank, the more frigid their heart. These people had worshipped her for generations, yet the moment she decided to abandon this world, she liquidated her assets. She activated a dormant rite within their souls, sacrificing millions to recoup her energy losses.

It was a stark lesson. Religion, when wielded by entities such as her, was merely a slaughterhouse awaiting the butcher.

He felt a sudden pang of compassion for Clown and Witch. Before joining the Cult of Four, they perhaps only desired power. They likely never understood that joining a cult meant signing a contract that did not just claim your life, but your very soul. There was no escaping that bond.

With the enemy departed, Orion retracted his Divine Kingdom. Silence reclaimed the Agaman Parish. For the moment, the war had paused.

"Holy hell, brother... Was that... was that truly a Fifth Circle entity? A Demigod of the Artifact Tier?"

Leonidas crept to Orion's side, his typical bravado completely vanished. He was visibly trembling.

"She possessed both a Divine Kingdom and a Demigod Artifact. She is certainly an elite, even among the Fifth Circle," Orion confirmed.

To forge a Demigod Artifact, one must attain the Fifth Stage and condense a Divine Spark. Agaman was no novice; she was an ancient, entrenched power.

"Hey, perhaps... perhaps we should pull back?" Leonidas suggested, his gaze darting anxiously toward the vacant sky.

It was not cowardice, but a refined survival instinct. The enemy was vastly outside their weight class.

"Relax, Bro. I intimidated her enough to make her leave. This continent is ours now."

Orion felt it in his core. The Goddess had genuinely ceded the territory to him.

It was not a gift, but a calculation. However, it signaled that their next meeting would involve a reckoning. If Orion remained weak, she would crush him without hesitation. Should he become strong enough to stake his claim, the dynamic would fundamentally shift.

In this universe, respect was a currency that only the strong could afford to spend.

"You really aren't leaving?" Leonidas asked again, though the fear in his eyes had been replaced by a flicker of heated excitement.

He was offering Orion an escape route—a way to save face by retreating because the "dragon could not handle the pressure."

But Orion's refusal to budge made Leonidas grin.