Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1533 Kraken Calls for Help

"My Lord, no news has arrived yet."

No sooner had the adjutant spoken than a petrel swooped down from above, perching precisely on Governor Tyrus's shoulder.

Firmly gripped in the bird's claws was a Recording Orb.

Tyrus's secret safeguard, a covert measure he'd embedded on the Thunder Lion to watch over the transport team, this was it.

Moments before the Thunder Lion plunged beneath the waves, the petrel had soared away and flown back to him.

Face shadowed by rage, Governor Tyrus seized the Recording Orb and infused it with his Divine Sigil's power to bring it alive. Instantly, a vivid projection burst into view.

In sharp detail, the image of a gigantic octopus hauling the Thunder Lion into the ocean depths unfolded before their eyes.

"A Sovereign-class leviathan?" Tyrus snarled. "Didn't you assure me those seas were secure? No mighty sea beasts lurking there?"

He whipped his head toward the adjutant, eyes blazing with lethal intent.

Charting the transport paths fell entirely to the adjutant. Every trip's dangers should have been thoroughly assessed prior to departure.

"G-Governor... My Lord, those seas have stayed calm forever. Leviathans never stirred up issues in that area."

Sweat pouring down, the adjutant knelt on one knee. "I vow on my life, the sole Arrowfish beast ruling that zone was already slain by our forces. We delivered its body to you personally."

Governor Tyrus grew quiet. This adjutant was his trusted subordinate, a staunch devotee from the main family whom he'd brought along. He trusted the man spoke truth.

"Lord Governor, could it be that after slaying the Arrowfish, rival leviathans moved into its domain?"

That seemed the likeliest reason, especially since an enormous octopus had clearly surfaced in precisely those waters.

"Migrated or otherwise, no Sovereign-class leviathan can be tolerated there," Tyrus declared, his tone sinking to a menacing murmur. "Our House carved that fresh sea path to the distant continent. Nothing will cut that vital link."

Eyes narrowing, Tyrus sank into contemplation.

Frozen in place nearby, the adjutant held his tongue, well aware not to disturb the Governor's reflections.

"Dispatch a message to the Patriarch," Tyrus commanded at last. "Include the Recording Orb with it."

"A Sovereign-class sea monster exceeds what I can manage."

Though a Sovereign-class creature matched an Arch Lord in strength, battling one amid vast oceans doubled its fearsome might.

Everyone in this realm knew it well: any terrestrial expert confronting an equal-tier sea behemoth required a five-to-one force edge merely to claim victory.

Thus, against such a monster, Governor Tyrus must seek aid from his House's demigods.

"Whoever dares consume our Divine Sigil House's assets—be it by design or accident, sea-dweller or otherwise—will regurgitate every bit." Survivor's Platform, Champions Alliance Public Channel.

Since the Deputy Commander revamped the group's setup, a fresh filter had appeared in the public channel.

At present, solely Arch Lord tier members and higher could view posts from the Kraken, fresh to that rank.

Kraken: Bosses! Save me!

Kraken: Leo! Orion! Where are you guys?!

Kraken: Emergency! Someone's pounding at my door, and my rear's blazing!

Frantically flooding the chat, the Kraken got no immediate answers from the alliance's demigod heavyweights, who slumbered deeply or busied themselves elsewhere.

Makareth: What's wrong? Need a hand?

Makareth: No grand vows here, but versus anyone shy of Invincible Arch Lord, I reign supreme!

Demon Makareth chimed in first.

Having claimed a vast domain in the World of Eldoria—a realm unlike the Abyss that demanded constant oversight—Makareth lingered there more often these days.

Kraken: Foes are demigod phantom wills. Got the guts to show?

Makareth: Uh, Blackie, sudden errand popped up. Catch you soon.

Confronting demigods, Makareth abruptly logged off, akin to silencing his comms and vanishing.

Wild and madcap as Makareth was, stupidity evaded him. A demigod aside, even a tougher Invincible Arch Lord could thrash him till he wailed for mommy.

Hulk: Sealing temple undersea for me. Leonidas on land. Trouble brewing?

Soon enough, Orion—scanning the trading platform via a fragment of his awareness—joined the public channel and responded.

Kraken: Orion! My real body is trapped at the bottom of the ocean. I don't dare step outside!

Kraken: Two demigods are pounding on my door! They want to pull my tendons, skin me alive, drink my blood, and turn my tentacles into sashimi!

Leonidas: Which blind fools dare bully my brother?

Leonidas: Squiddy, do you want me to break their legs?

Before Orion could respond further, Leonidas charged into the public channel, yelling at full volume.

Leonidas: By the way, do octopuses even have tendons?

Leonidas: Also, I've never tried massive octopus sashimi before. Squiddy, wanna satisfy my curiosity?

Leonidas: Your tentacles regenerate anyway, right? Slice off ten or eight of them for me. I won't complain if it's too little, I just want a taste.

Leonidas suffered from a nasty habit of abandoning his gravity during the tensest situations.

Kraken: Boss! Save me!

Kraken: They've cornered me in my own lair! They're about to ransack my house!

Kraken: As for the sashimi, all you can eat! I'll stuff you full!

The Kraken's frantic earnestness genuinely stunned Leonidas into silence. He'd merely been fooling around.

Hulk: Record your coordinates on a teleportation scroll. I'll descend with a phantom will to assist you.

Eager to sidestep the silly exchange between Leonidas and Kraken, Orion dove directly into business.

Leonidas: Relax. Did you really think anyone could just bully my people and get away with it?

Leonidas might not have stated it as bluntly as Orion, but his deep connection to the Kraken ensured he wouldn't stand by idly.

Kraken: Oh, thank the heavens!

Kraken: You guys have no idea! I'm so scared I've shrunk myself into a ball and I'm hiding in a little bottle!

Kraken: I'm shivering over here!

He unleashed his complaints and unleashed his dread, although the degree of embellishment remained unclear.

Getting blockaded at one's doorstep by two demigods proved a deeply oppressive ordeal; even Orion back in his Arch Lord era would have deemed it intolerable.

For this reason, Orion thoroughly comprehended the Kraken's misery and knew precisely why he behaved with such courtesy.