Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1648 Severing the Fate-Link

Under Dirtclaw's curious gaze, Caelus revealed his true Stoneheart Titan form. He closed the eyes on his other three heads and brought his extra six arms together, weaving a complex series of hand seals.

Buffing spells cascaded over him, engulfing his body in a brilliant, radiant aura.

Amidst the blinding light, Caelus vanished.

A split second later, the curse fog blanketing the sky was sheared wide open by a single slash.

"First Strike: Nine-Element Life Cleave."

Caelus's freezing voice drifted into Dirtclaw's ears. The Gnoll watched in awe—as Caelus completed the swing, a severed head was already impaled on the tip of his blade.

"Second Strike: Nine Element Spirit Cleave."

The fabric of reality seemed to puncture. A tidal wave of nine different elements surged from the void, instantly absorbed by Caelus to fuel his power.

Caelus disappeared again. The curse fog was sheared cleanly in half horizontally. For a brief moment, Dirtclaw felt like he was back on the training grounds watching wooden dummies get chopped apart. Two figures hidden in the fog were instantly split in two by the Lord of Bisection.

"Third Strike: Nine-Element Soul Cleave."

Caelus was nowhere to be seen in the fog, yet his calm voice echoed across the battlefield.

A sharp metallic clang rang out from the mist. With a single vertical stroke, Caelus clove the evil knight Helgrim in two from head to toe.

However, Helgrim didn't die. Endless veins erupted from his bisected halves, squirming desperately as they tried to stitch his corpse back together.

"Fourth Strike: Nine-Element Fate Cleave."

When the third strike failed to kill, Caelus showed no confusion or curiosity. His mentor had taught him that not every slash guaranteed a kill. Some strikes were simply meant to probe and set up the board.

This fourth strike was feather-light, delivered with Shadowblade. The weapon slashed through empty air, completely missing Helgrim's physical body.

Yet, Caelus heard a distinct snap, like a taut rope suddenly giving way.

Instantly, Helgrim's two halves stopped sprouting veins. All vitality drained from the corpse.

But it wasn't over. Helgrim's body convulsed violently, as if something was trying to tear its way out from the inside.

Caelus gave him no opening. He opened one of the eyes on his extra heads and immediately sealed Helgrim inside it.

This was his prey. He absolutely refused to let Helgrim's body of faith escape; it was the most valuable asset of hunting an Arch Lord.

"Fifth Strike: Nine-Element Fate Cleave again."

Caelus's voice remained cold and emotionless, but the underlying mockery was impossible to miss. Repeating the exact same strike meant he had found the enemy's fatal flaw.

"Run! He found a way to shatter Elvan's life-sharing link!"

The succubus Circe's panicked voice echoed from the curse fog. She had never expected a powerhouse like Helgrim to fall so quickly.

Snap!

Before Circe even finished shouting, Elvan—the witch doctor sustaining the life-sharing link—was instantly executed by Caelus's Sever.

Elvan was just incredibly unlucky. Caelus's fourth strike had severed the life-link, and Caelus had simply followed the fading magical tether straight to the witch doctor's exact location.

"Run? Do you really think you can escape?"

Having eliminated the core of the enemy's support network, Caelus dropped his egoless combat trance. He seemed far more alive, and actual emotion bled into his tone.

However, the situation defied Caelus's expectations. Instead of fleeing, over a dozen figures charged out of the curse fog, aiming to swarm him.

"Hmph... Just serving yourselves up on a platter."

Caelus scoffed and sheathed his blades. The remaining eyes on his heads—the ones that hadn't yet captured an enemy—snapped open. His eight arms blurred through a rapid series of hand seals. He intended to wipe out the ambush in a single breath.

And he succeeded.

Every single enemy was sucked into his eyes and sealed away.

Except for one anomaly: the vile dragon Syborg.

The vile dragon Syborg shattered the seal, easily escaping the eye's pocket dimension, and dove straight toward Caelus's sea of consciousness.

Mid-flight, the vile dragon Syborg turned ethereal, its massive body morphing into a bizarre cluster of black-and-gold curse runes.

This rune cluster was incredibly foul. It actively tried to corrupt Caelus, attempting to forcefully convert him into a fanatic of The Lifeless Dreadgod.

Sensing the lethal danger, Caelus thought fast. He shunted the vile dragon Syborg directly into his internal pocket world, successfully dodging the mental corruption.

Inside his internal world, the dragon plummeted.

The exact second the vile dragon Syborg materialized in this space, Caelus executed it with a single, flawless slash. He extinguished its lifeforce entirely, sparing not even its body of faith.

Thus, the falling dragon was permanently put to rest.

Yet, the threat lingered.

The vile dragon Syborg's corpse remained a mass of arcane curse runes. The moment it crashed into the soil of Caelus's internal world, the earth itself was violently corrupted, instantly transforming into a brand new vile dragon.

The ground churned. A massive black lizard writhed in the dirt, trying to tear itself free from the earth.

As it struggled, a pitch-black mountain range slowly forced its way up from the ground. Dark fog rolled across the new peaks, and several types of evil creatures immediately began spawning within the mist.

It was a bizarre, unnatural phenomenon that Caelus couldn't fathom.

Playing it safe, he stood guard over the black mountains, waiting to deal with whatever emerged next.

Back in the outside world, Caelus's physical body had vanished the moment he absorbed the vile dragon Syborg. Both Circe and Dirtclaw were left completely in the dark.

Circe materialized from the fog, inching carefully toward the spot where Caelus had disappeared, desperate to gather intel.

A phantom shadow darted out of the mist, trying to close in on the center of the battlefield.

Boom!

The phantom shadow exploded, utterly obliterated by a blast of black flame spat by Dirtclaw.

"You filthy, mixed-blood abyssal mutt! You're courting death!"

As a pureblood abyssal demon, Circe absolutely despised hybrid mutts like Dirtclaw. He wasn't quite hound, wasn't quite dragon, and he reeked faintly of giant blood.

Furthermore, the succubus genuinely looked down on any Gnoll. In the Abyss, the vast majority of the Gnoll race were nothing more than bottom-feeding slaves.

"I'm a mutt?"

Dirtclaw sneered. "Fine. You're noble. You're so damn special with your high-born blood."

"But so what? You're still going to be a prisoner of our Stoneheart Horde."

Roar!

Dirtclaw let out a deafening roar that sounded half-dragon, half-demon. Locking his gaze onto Circe, he hurled the sealing scroll Caelus had entrusted to him.