Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1631 Perfect Sacrifice

"What do we do... What am I supposed to do..."

As Witch spiraled into a loop of self-doubt, Clown suddenly spoke, his tone resolute.

"If we want to live, we have to take back our soul marks. Only by smuggling them out of the Titanion Realm can we survive being hunted by the Commander and Orion."

"To get them back, step one: we kill Archbishop Kysar. He controls the marks. At the same time, we need to topple the rule of the other three Archbishops."

"With our current strength, that's impossible. We need leverage," Clown continued. "The only ones capable of directly smiting an Archbishop are the four gods themselves."

"Step two: we must contact the four gods by any means necessary, expose the Archbishops' treason, and borrow their power. If the gods bring down their wrath, we'll have our window to pry our soul marks from Archbishop Kysar's cold, dead hands."

"The divine fire won't ignite here. Without an anchor to the gods, our only chance lies outside the Continent of the Pantheon." Clown leaned in closer. "Do you remember the other way to ignite the divine fire?"

"Sacrificing an Awakened!"

"Exactly. Step three: find an Awakened, fast, and sacrifice them. Do that, and we have a fighting chance." Clown's voice grew increasingly frantic, pitching into a malicious screech. "Do you have any leads on an Awakened? If not, we risk infiltrating the Champions Alliance. They've been taking in fresh blood. The rookies are our targets."

Even the gemstone eyes of his puppet body flared with a blinding, predatory light. "Do you understand? We have to capture an Awakened, no matter the cost!"

Witch snapped out of her daze. Meeting Clown's intense stare, her own gaze hardened.

"I get it," she said. "It's our only way out. I'll lie, cheat, and steal to drag an Awakened here as fast as I can."

The primal urge to survive burned away her hesitation, replacing it with a quiet madness.

"We have another option," Clown said, his mechanical frame trembling with nervous energy. "We orchestrate a hit. Frame someone else into killing Archbishop Kysar—maybe even take out the other three while they're at it. With them gone, you and I step into the power vacuum. We become the Archbishops. We lead the faithful and harvest the faith energy ourselves."

Clown's mind was racing, throwing out one brazen scheme after another. "Then, we carve up the Continent of the Pantheon. We offer pieces of it—divine seats—to bribe top-tier powerhouses. With them as our muscle, we won't need to fear the Commander or Orion."

"Best case scenario? We thrive in the chaos. We join the race for the Divine Mantle and surpass the Commander himself."

His words were suffocating, radiating a bone-deep chill. Witch shivered. The clown before her was utterly terrifying.

"What are you so afraid of?" Clown stared at her, all his manic emotion suddenly vanishing into an eerie, deadpan calm. "Is there anything worse than death?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "It's just a pity we don't have the pieces to pull off a framing job right now." His raw strength simply couldn't match his ruthless ambition.

"I'm going to find an Awakened right now!" Witch vanished. She fled in a desperate hurry, driven by sheer terror.

She could feel it. The way Clown looked at her was laced with an urgent, visceral malice.

Staring at the empty spot where she had just been, a psychotic gleam danced in Clown's eyes. "If you can't find one, Witch... you'll make the perfect sacrifice!"

The World Tree. Four powers working in unison.

Compared to the minor realms The Lifeless Dreadgod had sacrificed earlier, devouring the massive foundational worlds of the Cult of Four was a grueling war of attrition.

Orion even suspected that Archbishop Kysar had offered up these three massive worlds specifically to drag down the pacing of his, The Lifeless Dreadgod's, and Moriphara's preparations.

Staring at the worlds collapsing inside the massive vortex, Orion felt a pang of greed. If only my Divine Kingdom, struggling out there in the void, could absorb these worlds...

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a sharp light flared in his eyes. No point just dreaming about it. I might as well try.

He cast a sidelong glance at the other three. They were all silently fixated on the vortex.

The Lifeless Dreadgod's eyes were narrowed in calculation. Archbishop Kysar was pouring everything into sustaining The Dais of Judgment, his eyes wide with fanatic excitement. Moriphara, the Insect Queen, kept her gaze on the vortex, but two tiny antennae hidden in her hair twitched, constantly monitoring Orion and the others.

Maintaining his poker face, Orion subtly dialed back his support for Archbishop Kysar.

The Lifeless Dreadgod and Moriphara caught on immediately. Following suit, they throttled their own output of world power.

The Archbishop obviously felt the drop in support, but he kept his mouth shut. The other three had every reason to be cautious.

Short-sighted fools, Archbishop Kysar sneered inwardly at their missed opportunity. Hold back now, and the Authority the World Tree feeds back to you after the absorption will be slashed just the same.

What the others didn't know, however, was that Orion was using the slack to aggressively reel his Divine Kingdom toward the Titanion Realm. When Orion had merged his Divine Vessel into the Titanion Realm, his Divine Kingdom had remained anchored nearby. With his deliberate pull, it quickly closed the distance.

How do I cut myself a slice of this pie? Orion frowned in thought.

He had two viable options. He could snake his Divine Kingdom's World Tree roots through the Titanion Realm directly into the vortex. Or, he could hunt down the vortex worlds' The Realm Barrier out in the chaotic void, shatter it, and siphon the World Essence directly.

The first option risked exposing his hand to the others, triggering a dogfight. Aside from Moriphara, Orion wasn't entirely sure if The Lifeless Dreadgod and Archbishop Kysar had already integrated their own Divine Kingdoms into the Titanion Realm.

Archbishop Kysar betrayed the Cult of Four. The Titanion Realm is his only lifeboat. To bolster his Authority over his branch of the World Tree, he likely merged his Divine Kingdom. As for The Lifeless Dreadgod... that guy is too unpredictable and entirely too shady. He definitely left himself a backdoor.

Orion hesitated. Making a decision, he carefully steered his Divine Kingdom closer to the Titanion Realm, testing if the Will of the Realm would react violently. If it lashed out, he'd be forced to use the second method. If it ignored him, he could mask his signature and quietly leech the World Essence of the Cult's three realms.

Out in the void, a root from Orion's World Tree, etched with bizarre runes, crept out from his Divine Kingdom. It moved like a child tentatively approaching a stranger—taking three steps forward, stopping for two, probing the boundaries as it inched closer.

Tick.

The root tapped against the Titanion Realm's The Realm Barrier. The sound was faint—like a single drop of water hitting a pond, or the rustle of two growing branches brushing against one another.

Orion focused entirely, using himself as an anchor to drench the invading root in his own aura.

For a split second, the world seemed to hold its breath.

In truth, the Titanion Realm's own World Tree genuinely paused. Sensing Orion's aura on the invading root, the Will of the Realm hesitated—then allowed it to pass without a shred of resistance.

Just like the stranger, casually curious about what the approaching child wanted to do.

No resistance. No counterattack. It's letting me in!

From his throne, Orion's eyes blazed with triumph.

At that exact moment, The Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara felt the brief anomaly.

"What was that? Why did the World Tree's roots pause?"

The Lifeless Dreadgod glared at Archbishop Kysar. The moment something felt off, he immediately suspected the man orchestrating this entire ritual.

"Don't look at me. I'm dragging three whole worlds here by myself. What exactly do you think I have the spare energy to pull off?" Archbishop Kysar ignored the Dreadgod's hostility, his focus locked on hauling the realms into the vortex.

The Lifeless Dreadgod scoffed softly and shot a look at Orion and Moriphara. One was frowning in deep thought; the other was staring intensely at the vortex, her eyes brimming with confusion. Neither of them looked like they were pulling any tricks.

Satisfied, The Lifeless Dreadgod refocused his complete, unbroken scrutiny back onto Archbishop Kysar.

But right then, three significantly smaller World Tree roots slithered out from the void, threading through the vortex and plunging directly into the sacrificed worlds.

The sight stunned everyone.

However, when they sensed the distinct aura of the Titanion Realm radiating from the new roots, they collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

Was that pause just the Will of the Realm mobilizing other roots? The Lifeless Dreadgod automatically rationalized the anomaly. He narrowed his eyes at the new roots before turning his piercing gaze back to the straining Archbishop.

The Cult of Four is an ancient faction, and the four gods are inherently selfish deities. They would never let an Archbishop know the full extent of the foundations and traps they left behind in this world.

Sacrificing these worlds... Could this be a scam? Is this entire ritual a trap?

Assuming the absolute worst of his enemies was a habit for The Lifeless Dreadgod. It was one of the core principles that had kept him alive this long.

On the other side, as his roots successfully embedded themselves into the vortex worlds, Orion was secretly ecstatic. He had just secured a fast track to unimaginable power.

His roots had managed to slip past the defenses for two reasons: they were drenched in his aura, and more importantly, they were intrinsically linked to him. Orion had permanently bound his Divine Vessel to the Titanion Realm. Functionally, the Titanion Realm was his home now. And his Divine Kingdom, drifting outside the realm, had been birthed from that very same Divine Vessel.

In terms of hierarchy, the Titanion Realm nurtured Orion, and Orion nurtured his Divine Kingdom. Thus, the Titanion Realm felt no hostility toward it. Furthermore, during the infiltration, Orion's roots hadn't stolen a single drop of the Titanion Realm's own World Essence. That restraint was key to sneaking past unnoticed.

However, as Orion began siphoning the World Essence from the vortex worlds through his roots, he noticed something that shocked him to his core.

There were other World Tree roots actively competing with the Titanion Realm for the World Essence.

Accurately speaking, it wasn't a direct confrontation. These foreign roots were giving the Titanion Realm's roots a wide berth, stealthily draining the World Essence from completely different sectors of the collapsing worlds.