Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1487 Dominion Claimed

Should Orion possess the might to fully secure this realm, it would imply they could execute incursions into other dimensions without the slightest hesitation. This triumph established the strategic foundation for Leonidas, Arthas, Alexander, Edward, and Kraken to elevate their power to unprecedented heights.

"This world belongs to us."

Orion hung in the silence of the Void, peering down at the fertile reaches of the continent spread out below him.

It was a pristine territory, scrubbed free of competing species and apex monsters by the Agaman Temple through years of holy crusades. All that remained for Orion to do was populate this land with new inhabitants and let their numbers grow; the resulting civilization would serve as a relentless engine for harvesting faith energy.

Naturally, by claiming this dominion, he had inadvertently disturbed a dormant, primordial force. Yet, that was the inevitable toll of expansion. To breach another entity's realm is to invite fresh hostility.

The grounds flanking the Agaman Temple had been transformed into a macabre slaughterhouse.

Cultists of the Holy Order had been consumed entirely by the sequence. Countless guardian knights and pious followers had simply folded mid-battle, their very lifeforce snuffed out in an instant.

The Coalition forces, never known for their mercy, charged forward to deliver the finishing blow—only to discover that no living souls remained to oppose them.

A profound silence settled over the battlefield. Not a single enemy combatant was left standing.

"This is unnatural," someone whispered.

"Could this be a new, massive-area Divine Art perfected by Leo and Orion?"

Even for the Demon Makareth, the sudden, total eradication of the opposition was unsettling. Demons were capable of inflicting immense collateral damage, but a spell of this sheer scale was entirely foreign.

"The War of Gods has surely shifted," a soldier muttered. "Did you detect it? The moment the flash of holy light faded, the divine pressure simply... ceased to exist."

Kraken peered into the distance, his expression unchanged.

The absolute silence served as his confirmation: Orion and Leonidas had achieved victory. They had secured the mandate to rule over this world.

The conflict for the continent was settled, leaving only the vast oceans. And as for the seas... at least a third of that blue expanse would fall under his domain.

For an Archlord, control over a third of a world's waters translated to an endless flood of faith and resources. It was the precise fuel required to drive his progression toward Demigod status.

The realization left Kraken feeling restless.

"I must witness this outcome with my own eyes."

With those words, Kraken shed his human guise, bursting forth into his colossal octopus form. With a thunderous lash of his tentacles, he propelled himself toward the epicenter of the Agaman Temple.

Meanwhile, Caesar rested amidst the carnage on the front lines, taking in the eerie, fleeting tranquility that follows a massive slaughter.

Nearby, Tangere, Scarecrow, and Aurora were scattered across the terrain, some upright while others sat or lay in the dirt. Even for Lords, the strain of this campaign had pushed them to their absolute limits.

It had been an exhausting march since they departed the Andor Diocese. They had endured constant harassment by guardian legions from outlying districts, fighting relentlessly until they hit the grinder that was Agaman. The Holy Order had deployed Templars, stalling the Coalition’s momentum and locking even the powerful Archlords in a deadlock until this sudden conclusion.

"Tangere, since when do octopuses take to the sky?" Caesar asked, observing the dark silhouette fading into the clouds.

"To those of true power, gravity is merely a suggestion. Navigating the void is trivial," Tangere answered. He watched Kraken depart, a lingering sensation of recognition nagging at his mind. He had crossed paths with that entity before, yet the memory refused to materialize.

"I suspect these soldiers were struck by some form of mass curse," Scarecrow remarked. He hovered over a fallen Holy Order knight, examining the brittle, withered flesh. To Scarecrow, passing so suddenly and completely smelled of dark sorcery. "It is bizarre. They have been drained so thoroughly that even my plague viruses refuse to inhabit the carcasses."

"Remain here. Do not stray," Tangere ordered, acting as the only one among them still maintaining a vigilant watch. "Await word from the Coalition command. The war is finished; instructions shall arrive shortly."

"The world beyond is far too dangerous. Aurora will never leave her home again," the tomboy grumbled.

This had been Aurora’s first genuine encounter with war, and the profound cruelty and strangeness of it had shaken her. She couldn’t shake the haunting question—if that silent death had come for her, would she have perished without even a sound?

Momma...

Deep within, a frightened girl clutching a bag made of beast-hide was crying out for her mother.

That is right... the Big Boss said... when danger nears, locate the most dangerous person in the vicinity and stay by his side.

Tangere is the strongest here... should I?

Aurora’s eyes widened as she stared at Tangere, never blinking.

He is not exactly repulsive... but not particularly handsome either. And he definitely lacks a towering, intimidating frame.

Aurora... should you... perhaps profess your feelings for Uncle Tangere? Just to ensure you stay close?

She processed the logic in her mind, applying the survival principles Kraken had instilled in her. Yet, no matter how she calculated the odds, she could not force her body move.

Perhaps I shall simply wait. The war has ended. Surely the danger has passed.

Titanion Realm, Blackstone City.

The ramparts of Blackstone City were strictly off-limits to the public during certain hours. Unless one possessed high rank, the view from the fortifications was forbidden.

However, Dirtclaw and Gustalon were the exceptions. They were the Wardens of this city—entrusted with its security.

Or perhaps, Grand Wardens now.

"Brother Gustalon, I told you. You were destined to lead as Commander of the Third Legion."

The Horde had just publicized the official commission. Gustalon had formally assumed the role of Commander, cementing his rank as an Archlord.

Dirtclaw could clearly sense it—the aura of Authority radiating from his comrade.

Within Orion’s Divine Kingdom, Gustalon had been granted the Divine Calling of the Wind. Unlike Dirtclaw, Gustalon and Lumi were entities of elemental composition. They required no bloodline transmutation to harmonize with the Divine Kingdom; they were inherently part of its elemental structure. Consequently, Gustalon held the advantage—he was a natural spirit of the realm.

"It is entirely by the grace of My Lord," Gustalon replied. His voice had grown refined; his partnership with Dirtclaw had improved his diplomatic skills. "My Lord has assigned us a new directive. We must track down the concealed Wormhole Realm. Somewhere within the central continent, Insectoids of Archlord level are hiding."