Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1540 Lionheart City Under the Tide

"Heh heh heh. The Wormholes Realm and energy crystals represent merely the visible treasures. The true treasure—the core foundation sustaining this entire world—is a gigantic world fragment."

"My naive, worthless master. Your limited understanding can never back up your dreams of domination."

"Simply play the role of a obedient puppet. Once I rise back to demigod status, I might even fulfill your petty cravings."

Broodmother Laito stayed immersed in the energy crystals, her tiny eyes occasionally darting upward for a quick peek at Rommath. Beneath that innocently charming gaze lurked profound, devious scheming.

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In some remote, unknown region, the ocean began to seethe.

Driven by divine force, the waters churned into a wild, unnatural storm. An enormous tsunami roared forward, showcasing sheer, turbulent destruction. Towering waves rose like jagged mountains, surging toward the land with the relentless force of thundering horsemen.

Rumble. Rumble.

Coastal cities trembled and creaked under the water's brutal assault. Within moments, they crumbled completely, turned into submerged wreckage under the flood.

Inland the tsunami charged, consuming every living thing in its way. Terrified crowds fled chaotically in all directions, yet escape from the deluge proved impossible. This was a targeted doomsday. Total destruction.

"Boss, aren't we going overboard here? Hitting this intense could spark massive backlash, or even attract a furious mob."

Perched side by side on the peak of a massive wave, Kraken, Leonidas, and Orion observed the tsunami demolish the land and claim innumerable lives. A persistent unease gnawed at Kraken from the sight. He lacked the soft heart to mourn the ordinary folk; rather, he feared this scale of catastrophe would summon hordes of aggressive demigods.

A grim laugh escaped Leonidas. "Squiddy, to demigods, mortals rank the same as weeds, bugs, or farm animals. They're just sheep ripe for the kill—fields ready for reaping."

"Casualties on this level barely blip for them. Had they cared at all for the populace, they'd have blocked us far offshore before the surge reached land."

Chilling indifference colored Leonidas's tone, his speech oozing disregard for human existence. Leonidas wasn't born wicked; he'd just seen atrocities far graver. Memories of Goddess Agaman lingered, who effortlessly wiped out a whole world's devotees without a second thought. Compared to her deeds, this flood seemed like mere games.

"I figure they're allowing us to blow off steam," Orion pondered, eyes locked on the far-off skyline. "Once Lionheart City drowns, our fury and grudges will have simmered down. That's when they'll emerge to bargain."

Logic pointed to this as the clear reason. Since hitting shore, no demigod had moved to halt them. High Lords stayed notably missing. Only scattered Legendary heroes offered futile sacrifice to shield their dwellings and strongholds.

As expected, the waves and teeming ocean beasts had obliterated those Legendary guardians completely.

"Squiddy, with time still on our hands, ponder the reparations you desire." Leonidas faced Kraken, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

"Me? Boss, I lack the clout to ask for anything. I'll take whatever you two settle on," Kraken answered, shaking his head. Confronting a demigod for payoffs demanded boldness he hadn't earned.

"Claiming this sea zone and the wrecked coastal cities seems fitting. Make them hand over the land," Orion proposed. Practicality defined the choice.

Unleashing the tsunami at Lionheart City and challenging the Divine Sigil family aimed to elevate Kraken's fame. Compensation demands paired with scaring off local rival demigods formed the plan. The Divine Sigil demigods' fate hinged solely on their response.

Should the Divine Sigil clan resist fiercely, Orion stood ready to topple several demigods and rattle the realm.

Sharing a knowing glance, Leonidas and Orion shifted to gauge Kraken's response.

"Cede territory?" Excitement sparked in Kraken's eyes. "The coastal cities and ocean?"

Success here would balloon his territory enormously. For an aspiring demigod, nothing tempted more.

"That would be perfect!" Kraken gazed expectantly back and forth between Leonidas and Orion.

Enigmatic smiles appeared on both men's faces. Leonidas especially comprehended Kraken's impatience. Yet sheer power alone proved insufficient. The essential prerequisite for rising to demigod status lay in understanding one's own Lord's Stone. At present, Kraken mirrored the exact position Leonidas and Arthas had once occupied—brimming with unrefined might but completely devoid of the vital trigger. Furthermore, he needed far more progress in gathering ample territory and faith.

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Meanwhile, across the continent in Lionheart City.

This city didn't serve as the Divine Sigil family's primary stronghold; instead, it functioned as the private estate of one descendant named Tyrus. Tyrus held the role of Governor, wielding unchallenged dominion over this domain. Upon the tsunami's arrival, the everyday folk—his loyal subjects—would endure the full brunt of the disaster.

To the Divine Sigil family and their demigod forebears, though, such losses meant little. This very indifference explained why demigods had permitted Orion and Leonidas to rampage across the continent without restraint. For a demigod, trading a handful of worthless minions to quell a mighty adversary's fury amounted to an incredibly lucrative deal.

"They will reach Lionheart City in two days, at most."

Atop the Governor's manor in the lavish reception hall, Governor Tyrus lingered beside towering floor-to-ceiling windows with two ancestral demigods from his lineage, Gotaition and Yalennu, all gazing toward the horizon shrouded in storm clouds.

"They plundered our family's rare resources, and they annihilated the demigod avatars that Fang and I manifested," Yalennu stated smoothly. "So, what is the ultimate goal of riding this tsunami to our doorstep?"

Demigods embodied towering pride alongside sharp intellects. Dark flaws or peculiar traits might plague them, yet they remained far from foolish. Reason dictated that the leviathan bore primary blame in this conflict. The colossal octopus should have approached seeking atonement. However, backed by formidable allies and displaying rigid defiance, it refused.

When confronting an unyielding opponent, the disadvantaged side could only grit its teeth and humble itself.

"We only destroyed a few of its tentacle avatars," Yalennu went on. "There is no deep-seated blood feud between us. When entities of our caliber retaliate, it is generally for fame, to vent frustrations, or to make a very bloody example out of someone."

Fame and venting held no appeal for Gotaition and Yalennu; those impulses didn't suit the pair of enigmatic demigods supporting the beast.

Yalennu's remarks plunged Gotaition into contemplation.

"Making an example out of someone?" Gotaition murmured. "Who are they trying to warn by threatening Lionheart City? The leviathan's rivals in the ocean?"

Gotaition's stare shifted outward, his thoughts swiftly assembling a stark reality taking shape.