Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1619 Consecrated Sigil

The Demigod Heaven was steeped in a chilling, spectral aura.

The source of this creeping dread was The Infernal Matriarch; she had just launched an attack against Morando, the Deputy Commander, and Alexander.

It was an eerie power that even the Deputy Commander and Alexander couldn't resist. The Infernal Matriarch exhaled three bubbles of black, ghostly mist. Without warning, these phantom bubbles descended upon the three men, enveloping them one by one.

As the mist swallowed them, the Deputy Commander and Alexander felt their bodies violently warp. Their flesh and bone twisted, mutating into spectral skin. More accurately, they were being transformed into clothing: one into a mage's robe, the other into a swordsman's tunic.

Watching from the sea of laws, Orion widened his eyes at the bizarre and horrifying sight.

"I am the zenith of magic!"

Just as Orion assumed Morando would succumb to the bizarre ability, an overwhelmingly intense holy light erupted from the Vice-Speaker. This wasn't divine power, but a profoundly unique form of sacred magic.

"Using Creator's Ichor as the medium, I, Morando, willingly carve my Core Arcane Sigil into the roots of the World Tree! Descend, Ultimate Magic: The Consecrated!"

Morando chanted, his voice vibrating with raw power. The "Creator's Ichor" he invoked was, in fact, himself. At his level of mastery, he was his own god of magic.

By etching his personal Core Arcane Sigil into the World Tree, Morando channeled the world power of the Ascendant Plane to unleash his ultimate spell. Boundless holy light descended. Morando became a radiant sun, blasting out a searing brilliance capable of incinerating anything in its path.

The ghostly mist bubbles ruptured and were instantly purified. Morando pointed at the Deputy Commander and Alexander, snapping them out of their horrific transformation.

Under the blinding holy light, the remaining phantom bubbles let out high-pitched shrieks like dying infants before evaporating entirely.

"Vice-Speaker, did you brand your life rune onto this world?" As a fellow mage, Deputy Commander Edward knew exactly what Morando had just done. Morando had effectively shackled his entire future and destiny to the Titanion Realm.

"My friend, this plane is the opportunity I have awaited for countless eons," Morando replied calmly. "Not every world merger successfully births an Ascendant Plane. Ninety-nine percent of worlds crumble into the void, never to restart. And not all Ascendant Planes endure forever. I refuse to be like my predecessors, forced into a permanent slumber."

Bathed in holy light, Morando's eyes were crystal clear. The radiance coalesced at the center of his brow. He was now The Consecrated: detached from worldly burdens, free of distractions, and immune to all magic.

"Natural selection is the destiny of all things. I choose to ride the storm and be the master of my own fate!"

Morando raised a finger. The holy light condensed into a devastating beam, blasting toward The Infernal Matriarch, the Abyssal succubus, and Vaelian.

Seeing Morando unleash his ultimate technique, The Infernal Matriarch frowned. Just as the holy beam reached her, she violently ripped open her own abdomen. A pitch-black void was revealed—her womb. It was the cradle that spawned countless ghosts, and also The Void Pocket, a singularity meant to annihilate her enemies.

The Void Pocket swallowed the blinding light. A flash of agonizing pain, like being crushed and torn apart, flickered across The Infernal Matriarch's face, but it quickly faded. Morando's devastating attack was neutralized.

However, while she remained unscathed, the Abyssal succubus and Vaelian weren't so lucky. Their demigod phantoms were instantly vaporized by the residual holy light.

"So it is The Consecrated Morando of the Saint Gran Council. I didn't expect you to join the Titan Continent's faction," The Infernal Matriarch said, her eyes narrowing.

Inwardly, she was shocked. She hadn't anticipated that the power backing the Giant King was the Saint Gran Council, a super-faction that even she deeply feared.

"Out of respect for your Chairman, we will end things here for today!" With a swift turn, The Infernal Matriarch vanished from the Demigod Heaven.

Only after confirming her departure did Morando exit The Consecrated state. He looked visibly drained.

"It seems I'll need to move up the schedule for opening my Alchemical Conservatory. Fighting above one's tier is no simple feat."

Deputy Commander Edward nodded in agreement. Without another word, he gestured politely, and the three men vanished from the realm.

Atop the throne of the World Tree, Orion opened his eyes.

He looked at the massive branch belonging to the Titan Continent. A new, star-like magical rune now pulsed upon it—Morando's life rune. Although Morando had carved it into the roots, his allegiance to the Titan Continent meant his rune naturally migrated up to Orion's branch. It was the undeniable mark of a shared faction.

"I feel a new presence... and the world's power has grown slightly stronger."

Orion's senses were sharp, but his understanding of the Ascendant Plane's World Tree was still incomplete. He wasn't entirely sure what fundamental changes had just occurred. Still, it was a positive development. He could uncover the exact mechanics later.

The Lifeless Expanse, within the Demonic Pillars.

Unlike the Titan Continent's The Bastion Wall, The Lifeless Dreadgod had erected a colossal network of Demonic Pillars across the border connecting the two continents. This towering complex housed powerful Fiends and bred an endless horde of Demonic Thralls. For the Titan Continent, launching a frontal assault to shatter the Demonic Pillars was currently impossible.

At that moment, two figures materialized atop the tallest pillar.

"Lifeless, you neglected to mention that the Titan Continent is backed by the Saint Gran Council." The Infernal Matriarch's tone was gentle, like a wife softly murmuring to her husband.

"The Saint Gran Council was indeed an unexpected variable," The Lifeless Dreadgod replied smoothly. "But so what? Do ancient entities like us fear making enemies out of large factions?"

Vice-Speaker Morando's appearance had caught him off guard, but he wasn't truly shocked. The very fact that the Giant King, Orion, had managed to snatch a portion of world Authority from his grasp spoke volumes.

"Or are you scared?" he mocked. "Do you want to scurry back and compete with those slumbering fossils in the Abyss and Hell? Heh."

Those sleeping ancients were essentially the super-entities who had failed in the last war for the Divine Mantle. Some were pushed to the absolute limits of the Sixth Stage. Competing against them offered absolutely zero Hope. The Dreadgod's laughter dripped with disdain.

"I marched out here with you. Do I look afraid?" The Infernal Matriarch countered. "My concern lies with the old monsters backing the Saint Gran Council. Will they step onto the board as well?"

That was the real issue. The heavyweights behind the Council were no different from the ancient terrors buried in the deepest pits of Hell.

"Hehehe... Impossible," The Lifeless Dreadgod chuckled. "The Titanion Realm cannot bear their presence yet. Moreover, the other three would never allow entities stronger than themselves to descend prematurely. It's a consensus. It is the foundation upon which we jointly protect our claim to this realm."

He spoke with absolute certainty. It didn't even require discussion. The four sovereigns seated upon the World Tree thrones would fiercely bar any new challengers from vying for world Authority.

In a twisted way, Orion, The Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara were both bitter rivals and a unified front. They would slaughter each other for dominance, but against outside interference, they stood as one.