Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1582 Blade fish

The Mystic Woods witnessed a swift and dramatic turn of events. Caelus, who had moments before been the target of a relentless pursuit by elite fighters, now found himself in the position of the hunter. He pursued a group of Arch Lords, dispatching them with brutal efficiency.

"The ancient pacts spoke of judgment chains forged by the Divine Sigil! When the chant echoes, all transgressors shall face divine retribution!"

"Lightning that pierces all! Hear my plea! With the might I possess, I shall rend the shadows asunder!"

It was a truly ferocious scene.

To Pallas, his elder brother's current transformation was an indelible image. Caelus had unleashed the ultimate combat form of a Stoneheart Titan, complete with four heads and eight arms.

Two of his limbs brandished dual swords, spearheading the assault. Another pair of hands gathered volatile magical energies, conjuring spheres of lightning and fire that resembled miniature black holes. These spheres pulsed rhythmically, expanding and contracting while unleashing devastating area-of-effect elemental attacks.

A third set of arms held ornate staves, emanating a continuous stream of enhancement spells upon himself.

However, the most unsettling aspect was his final two hands. They gripped a pair of ancient golden scrolls, radiating an intense aura akin to that of a demigod.

Is this the true power of my brother? Pallas swallowed with difficulty. He had heard accounts from his mother and father regarding Caelus's formidable strength. He knew his brother was exceptional, but he had never imagined him to be this astonishing.

"Your Highness... is the First Prince engaging Arch Lords?" the Gnoll Wepwawet inquired, his gaze fixed on the heavens. He had never encountered such a spectacle. "Is he confronting... eight? Eight Arch Lords? Can this be real?"

Wepwawet's voice was laced with disbelief. While he couldn't precisely ascertain the power levels of the figures in the sky, he found it hard to trust his own vision.

Pallas paid no heed to the Gnoll, his eyes remaining transfixed on Caelus in the sky, utterly absorbed in his brother's display. Caelus's might was overwhelming, rendering words inadequate to capture the unfolding events above. It felt profoundly unreal. Yet, beneath the astonishment, a subtle current of concern flowed through Pallas. Caelus was his brother, after all. Even from this distance, he could perceive the potent resonance of their shared bloodline.

"Look at yourselves, you pathetic worms! Can't even finish off one opponent. Did you skip breakfast? Or perhaps you missed your morning milk?" High above, one of Caelus's auxiliary heads addressed another, its tone dripping with scornful mockery. "You're just as useless as Pallas! Utterly worthless!"

ROAR! Amidst his self-directed tirade, Caelus let out a guttural roar—the distinctive battle cry of the Stoneheart Titan lineage. The resulting sonic wave momentarily unbalanced every combatant within earshot. The fortunate ones were merely stunned; the ill-fated had their souls instantly dissipated.

"See that? That's how you command the battlefield!"

"Annihilate them!"

"Destroy them all!"

In the skies, the sudden eruption left the eight Arch Lords disoriented. Two of the less resilient among them disintegrated into crimson mist instantly. Following this ferocious onslaught, the aerial engagement rapidly deteriorated into a complete massacre.

Further above, concealed beyond the cloud cover, five spectral demigod figures were positioned.

"Brother, your offspring is quite impressive. He certainly has your old spirit!" Leonidas commented. The demigods observed Caelus's rampage with unconcealed admiration.

"Heh. Perhaps I placed too much faith in the local demigods of this realm," Leonidas sneered, his expression contorting into a grimace. "Their younger generation is being annihilated by a mere child, and they still haven't revealed themselves."

Logically, in a location such as the Verdant Cloud Realm, Caelus should not have been capable of such unbridled devastation. The moment he created a significant disturbance, a local demigod ought to have intervened and subdued him.

"It's not that they lack the will to intervene. It's that they lack the courage," Orion responded. He gestured with a finger directly upwards.

Unseen by all below, a colossal spatial anomaly was quietly unfurling at the zenith of the heavens, expanding progressively with each passing moment.

"Is that..." Leonidas trailed off, the unspoken words hanging in the air. Any observer would recognize this as the work of the Commander.

"If I can detect it, the local demigods undoubtedly have as well," Orion elaborated. "Having been born and nurtured within this world, they comprehend its underlying principles far more profoundly than we do."

Orion possessed immense power, far surpassing that of his brethren present. His grasp of worldly principles operated on an entirely different plane.

"Based on my understanding, native demigods possess an acute sensitivity to the governing rules of their domain. Some even integrate their personal realms directly into the fabric of the world itself," Deputy Commander Edward added. As a Tier-2 demigod, his comprehension of these cosmic intricacies far exceeded that of Leonidas or Alexander.

"When the fundamental laws undergo alteration, they are invariably the first to perceive the anomaly."

"So, you're saying they noticed the spatial rift the Commander created?" Alexander finally voiced his thoughts, his brow creased in confusion. This went against their earlier theories.

"No, they aren't powerful enough for that," Orion replied, shaking his head. After a brief pause, he elaborated, "The Commander's strategy is impeccable. When he first opened the rift, the local demigods detected absolutely nothing. They're only sensing it now because the Commander has already initiated his assault."

Orion gazed downwards towards the earth, his sight penetrating the ground to the hidden demigods concealed deep beneath, at the ocean's floor, and within the vast emptiness of the void.

"If they couldn't sense a blade against their throats, they would never have achieved demigod status in the first place."

Even as Orion spoke, the spatial rift high above throbbed intensely. It widened further, expanding like the gaping maw of an immense mythical beast. For the countless mortals residing in the Verdant Cloud Realm, it appeared as though the heavens had fractured, heralding the arrival of the apocalypse.

"The... the sky is breaking apart!" Sylvie, the young fawn who had since assumed human form, exclaimed. Clutching Pallas's arm, her small face was etched with fear.

"It isn't cracking. The firmament has been sundered," a cold, haughty voice interjected.

It was Caelus. His own battle concluded, he had arrived to check on his younger brother. Caelus understood the significance of the rift immediately: his master had finally made his move. With his master's intervention, Caelus's minor skirmish was officially over. The Arch Lords he had been pursuing were now in a state of utter panic, scrambling back to their strongholds.

"Young Brother, do not look away. The ensuing spectacle will be truly magnificent."

Having returned to his usual demeanor, Caelus placed a hand on Pallas's shoulder, kindly urging him not to miss the unfolding events. He then produced two enchanted fruits, offered one to Pallas, and bit into his own with gusto, his gaze fixed intently on the rift.

A gentle breeze swept past, stirring Sylvie's hair.

"Here it comes," Caelus whispered, practically vibrating with eagerness.

The vista presented across the heavens was a terrifyingly beautiful sight. The obsidian chasm sliced the sky in two, leaving one hemisphere a flawless azure and the other a ghastly, ashen hue.

Pop. A sound that resonated simultaneously in existence and non-existence echoed within the minds of every living being. It mimicked the plink of a water droplet, the shatter of glass, or the noise of a bubble pierced by a needle.

The instant the sound registered, a luminous, silver fish emerged from the rift's abyss. It appeared jubilant, writhing as if it had just passed through a celestial gateway, returning to the boundless ocean. The fish momentarily hovered in mid-air, as if acquiring a target, before propelling itself downwards towards the earth like a shooting star with a flick of its tail.

Following in its path, more silver fish launched themselves from the void. Hundreds. Thousands. Their forms growing larger with each passing second.

"What could those be?"

"Are they fish? Merfolk? Are two different realms colliding?"

Deep beneath the surface, veteran experts scrutinized the anomaly, endeavoring to comprehend the unfolding chaos. Yet, the reality proved far more dire than their most extreme speculations.

High among the clouds, Orion observed the silver swarm descending upon the Verdant Cloud Realm. His brow furrowed with increasing intensity. Finally, he released a prolonged sigh. Confronted by the Commander's immense power, he felt completely dwarfed.

"What in the blazes is that?" Leonidas questioned. "Did the Commander just smash another world into the Verdant Cloud Realm?" Among all the Bros, he was the only one utterly bewildered.

The very moment the first fish breached the rift, Alexander entered a state of immediate martial enlightenment. Deputy Commander Edward stood motionless, evidently having witnessed this kind of devastation before.

"Those are blade-fish," Orion corrected him. These were not literal living organisms, but rather the tangible manifestations of the Commander's blade.

The razor edge of the blade was embodied by the fish. The sheer momentum was the fish. The lethal intent was the fish. Wherever this school of blade-fish journeyed, utter devastation ensued.

Initially, the hidden demigods of the Verdant Cloud Realm also struggled to comprehend the true nature of the silver swarm. However, as the blade-fish descended like a deluge—piercing the Mystic Woods, the Red Sea, the Withered Plains, Mount Oread, and Moonlight City—everything they impacted was obliterated. Complete annihilation reigned.

"Damn it! This is the absolute will of extermination from a supreme being!"

A handful of the more seasoned and sagacious demigods finally grasped the truth. This was no natural cataclysm. A deity-like entity had arrived with the sole purpose of eradicating them from existence.

In a blinding flash, five indigenous demigods erupted from the earth. Driven by primal instinct, they unleashed a coordinated offensive against the colossal rift, hoping to seal it and halt the onslaught.

But it was not merely a spatial rift. Not in the conventional sense. It was a singular, decisive sword strike that Commander Thresh had previously embedded into the very fabric of this world, long ago.

A mere reaction was all that the combined assault of the five demigods elicited. From the chasm's very lip, five colossal leviathans emerged. Their movements were akin to primordial hunters, creatures that had known eons of starvation, now presented with sustenance.

Their descent caused mountains to shatter and the very ground to fracture. A fearsome cry, a blend of whale and dragon, reverberated throughout the vast expanse of the Verdant Cloud Realm.