Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1583 Feast of Silver Blades

While Pallas, Sylvie, and Wepwawet were rendered speechless by the sights above the Mystic Woods, Caelus was filled with an intense heroic fervor, his eyes blazing like stellar fires.

Caelus understood with perfect clarity what was transpiring. This was a display orchestrated by his master, Thresh, intended to impart a lesson in swordsmanship upon his disciple, rather than merely conquering the Verdant Cloud Realm.

Gazing at one of the gargantuan beasts pursuing a native demigod, Caelus's hands trembled, the twin blades he wielded vibrating in unison.

After a profound pause, Caelus threw his head back and unleashed a tremendous, world-shaking cry.

"The fish plunges into the ocean; the blade's aura stretches ten thousand feet!"

With this declaration, Caelus became a titanic surge of blade aura, assuming the form of a colossal fish to join the voracious feeding of the silver swarm.

"Could these be... the deities spoken of in legends?" Sylvie inquired, her voice faltering, almost as if speaking to herself.

The demigods currently fleeing from the blade-leviathans represented the supreme predators of the Verdant Cloud Realm. They were the immortal figures of myth Sylvie had heard tales of since childhood, beings of such unimaginable stature that she had never dared to even dream of witnessing them firsthand.

"A god... a god has just fallen!"

The sight of a legendary being being brutally dismembered by a blade-leviathan in the heavens dealt a staggering blow to Sylvie's psyche. She remained immobilized beside Pallas, utterly overwhelmed.

"As of this moment, the Verdant Cloud Realm ceases to exist," Pallas stated, inhaling deeply. Witnessing his elder brother morph into a monstrous blade, he finally relinquished all remaining vestiges of his pride.

"It's soul-crushing. The disparity is simply too immense."

A wave of relief suddenly washed over Pallas. He averted his gaze from the sky, gently encircling Sylvie's waist with his arm, feeling a profound sense of groundedness.

"Fear not. I have already formally incorporated the Spirit-Deer Horde into my forces. We stand together now; this conflict will not affect us," he reassured her. "Furthermore, instruct the elders of your Horde to prepare suitable tributes and provisions. We must seek the favor of the syndicate."

Pallas grasped the situation. Once this brutal campaign concluded, the Platinum Authority would assert absolute dominion over the Verdant Cloud Realm. Despite possessing a unique standing, this was not the Stoneheart Horde, and his influence would be diminished.

"Beloved... will you take me home?"

Nestled within Pallas's embrace, the Spirit-Deer Sylvie quickly emerged from her stupor. Her trust in Pallas was absolute, and she did not question his words. Suddenly, the deer maiden, who had completely forgotten the pressing concerns of her own Horde, found herself intensely curious about Pallas's homeland, the Stoneheart Horde.

Pallas did not respond immediately. A deep, thoughtful silence enveloped him.

At that precise instant, his mind was consumed by visions of his father's consorts. Apart from his own mother, there was Aunt Sophia, the Butterfly Mother; Aunt Ava, the Human; Aunt Lysinthia, the Gorgon; Aunt Lycanor, the Blood Elf; Aunt Sylvana, the Vixen; Aunt Violet, the Holy Maiden of the Garland Race... and these were merely the ones he was acquainted with. There were numerous other noble, high-ranking women whom he knew only vaguely.

Father has amassed such a multitude of women. Is it truly excessive for me to bring just one Sylvie back to the Horde? Mother will undoubtedly rejoice on my behalf, won't she?

The first thought instilled a degree of confidence within him. The second thought, however, lacked certainty.

"I will," Pallas affirmed at last. "Once all matters here are resolved and the transition is finalized, I shall escort you back to the Stoneheart Horde. Your purity and kindness will surely endear you to Father and Mother."

Upon hearing this, Sylvie's face lit up, her eyes crinkling with pure, unadulterated joy.

However, the Gnoll Wepwawet, positioned a short distance behind them, harbored entirely different sentiments.

My esteemed Highness, have you entirely forgotten about Her Highness Elara? If you escort this deer maiden back to the Horde, how could Her Highness Elara possibly grant you forgiveness? And how could she forgive me?

Merely contemplating Elara sent shivers down Wepwawet's spine. He and his sibling, Anubis, were the inaugural guardians sworn to Pallas and Elara. They had matured under Elara's formidable gaze. Her awe-inspiring authority was deeply etched into his consciousness, held as sacred and utterly inviolable.

Every youngling of Wepwawet's cohort was aware that Elara and Pallas were sweethearts from their youth. They harbored an unwavering conviction that these two were destined to unite—one as the future Chieftain of the Horde, the other as the consort of the new Giant King.

"Your Highness, shouldn't we be preparing some additional gifts for our journey back?" Wepwawet inquired with caution. "You will need tokens of respect for the esteemed Lilith, and naturally, for Her Highness the Princess..."

As Pallas's sworn guardian, it was Wepwawet's solemn duty to watch over him and, crucially, to ensure his own survival. By carefully mentioning gifts without directly naming Elara, he was attempting to convey a subtle yet urgent hint to Pallas.

Ahead, Pallas's body tensed noticeably mid-embrace. However, he swiftly relaxed, acting as if he hadn't heard and that nothing whatsoever was amiss.

High above the boundless sea of clouds, their figures stood starkly silhouetted against the sky.

"What a magnificent bounty of silver fish!"

"The Commander has brought us here to secure the territory, yet in reality, he is simply awarding us easy merit. He is essentially clothing us in gold!" As a Tier-2 demigod, Deputy Commander Edward gained profound insights from the carnage unfolding below.

"All praise to the Commander!" Leonidas concurred enthusiastically. He hadn't even needed to exert himself; he was gaining deep martial enlightenment and simultaneously bolstering his legendary reputation. It was a trifecta of benefits, and he was overjoyed.

"If only I could one day unleash sword-fish of such formidable power," Alexander expressed with a deep sigh, profoundly moved. As a dedicated swordsman, he arguably drew the most enlightenment from the spectacle among his companions.

"So, what is our subsequent course of action?" Leonidas inquired, clearly eager for combat. With the Commander's blade-fish descending, every concealed demigod within the Verdant Cloud Realm had been exposed—either vanquished or gravely wounded. It presented an ideal opportunity, and Leonidas was keen to press the advantage.

"You will remain precisely here and do absolutely nothing," Alexander retorted, casting a look of sheer disdain at Leonidas. "Since the Commander has made his move, his will has already permeated the entirety of the Verdant Cloud Realm. Not a single phantom or avatar of those demigods can evade the blade-fish. If you intervene now, you will merely be indulging your own bloodlust and obstructing his plan."

"Tch, don't pretend you aren't burning with desire to descend and test your blade," Leonidas sneered. "Don't you wish to attempt manifesting a sword-fish yourself?"

Leonidas had indeed touched a raw nerve. Alexander immediately fell silent.

"No interference at this juncture," Deputy Commander Edward stated, stepping in to decisively halt the tangent.

"Once this grand display concludes, the Verdant Cloud Realm shall be officially christened the Platinum Realm. The Platinum Authority will assume control, and my demigod phantom will be permanently stationed here. I will require the assistance of both of you. We must redefine internal borders, conduct a thorough intelligence assessment of this world, classify its resources... and meticulously organize all the vassal races you have both openly and implicitly accumulated."

Edward deliberately omitted any mention of Orion, fully cognizant that the Stoneheart Titan had far more critical matters demanding his attention.

"The Commander achieved this conquest entirely on his own. You cannot possibly expect him to meticulously manage every detail as well, can you?" Although Edward phrased it as a question, his expression conveyed an unmistakable refusal to be rendered useless.

"The new territory is not yet stable. We require a visible deterrent to be stationed here. I shall remain," Alexander volunteered without hesitation.

"Heh, that works perfectly for me. It grants me the ideal pretext to linger and instill discipline in my brother's offspring!" Leonidas found his own convenient rationale for adhering to the Deputy Commander's directives.

"Do you require our assistance with your personal undertaking?" Edward finally addressed Orion, his tone imbued with genuine solicitude.

The Deputy Commander had already been apprised by the Commander of Orion's impending plan. It was an exceptionally perilous gamble. A single misstep could result in Orion's entire accumulated achievements being seized and handed over to another party on a platter.

"I appreciate the offer, but I shall manage. I have devised a strategy," Orion responded with a smile, thankful for his Bros' concern.

The Profane Lands. The Lifeless Realm.

The Profane Lands was not a singular geographical locale; rather, it served as the collective designation for an organization. The very place where its members resided was considered the Profane Lands.

Within the Lifeless Realm, myriad Demonic Pillars—varying greatly in dimension—punctured the heavens. Countless malevolent beings and twisted, abhorrent species made their homes upon these pillars.

Presently, every single entity and race was facing the tallest, most central Demonic Pillar on the continent, prostrating themselves in fervent adoration. Unending rituals of prayer and sacrifice were in full swing. Immense volumes of pure faith energy converged, flowing invisibly and without color toward the central pillar.

Looming in the distance, a colossal Idol of the Archfiend, stretching a hundred meters tall, was enthroned upon the central pillar. Its stone maw gaped open, voraciously ingesting the surging streams of faith energy.

After a considerable duration, having been thoroughly sated with faith, the Idol gradually diminished in size and retreated into the lavish palace shimmering behind it. Within its opulent chambers, a cloaked figure awaited.

"Master, one page of The Chapter of the Profane has been successfully conveyed to Insect Queen Moriphara by means of the sea leviathan."

"The Chapter of the Profane is an indispensable artifact for the establishment of a Divine Kingdom. Moriphara shall never relinquish such a prize."

The speaker revealed himself to be the nefarious demigod Vaelian, his true form concealed by an voluminous black robe. It was he who had masterminded the delivery of a page from The Chapter of the Profane to the Stoneheart Horde.

"And the other page?" Though the Idol of the Archfiend remained unmoving, its voice resonated limitlessly throughout the grand palace hall.

"It still resides with the Stoneheart Horde!" Vaelian declared, a current of smugness barely contained within him. All endeavors were unfolding precisely as envisioned. "The leviathan demigod Kairon has been vanquished. Should the native demigod of the Stoneheart Horde desire to maintain his supreme dominion over his domain, he is compelled to prevent Moriphara from appropriating further World Essence. To achieve this, he must integrate himself into The Weave of Reality."

Regardless of the choice Orion might make, he was irrevocably walking into a meticulously crafted trap.

"Deliver the Fel Fruit to the native," the Idol dictated. "Expedite the established timeline. My patience wanes. I yearn to consume this particular offshoot of the God-Devouring Swarm."

It became strikingly apparent that the ultimate objective of the Idol of the Archfiend and Vaelian had, from the outset, been the swarm itself. Their covetous gaze had been fixed upon Insect Queen Moriphara from the very beginning.

In their grand scheme, Orion and the Stoneheart Horde were mere expendable pawns, manipulated for their own nefarious purposes.

"Your command shall be executed, my Master!"