The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 316: The Titans Counterattack (5)

The instant Amon vanished alongside the Titan King, Yue moved.

Silver light shimmered, and she appeared at the forefront of the battlefield, directly before the remaining Titans. Behind her stood those chosen to inherit divinity.

Leon stepped forward first, his grip firm around the Holy Blade Ascalon. Sacred flames erupted along its edge, white-gold fire coiling upward in solemn arcs. The ice beneath his boots hissed and parted, unable to withstand the purity radiating from the blade. His eyes burned with unwavering conviction; there was no room for error now.

Beside him, Ellahan exhaled softly—and the earth responded. Holy power surged from her core, spilling into the frozen terrain. Vines burst through solid ice. Saplings erupted into towering trees in seconds, their branches spreading wide as if reclaiming dominion from the treant Titan itself. Verdant life spiralled around her feet, thriving impossibly within the polar wasteland.

Manon spun his spear once, then levelled it toward the sky. The heavens obeyed. Clouds churned and gathered above, twisting in response to the spear's tip. Wind currents realigned, forming a spiralling vortex that mirrored his stance. The atmosphere itself felt tethered to his weapon, as though one thrust could redirect the storm deity's own authority.

And finally, the Sword Saint raised a single finger toward the heavens. The air rang. Thousands of phantom blades materialised in formation behind him, translucent yet razor-sharp, each humming with lethal intent. They hovered like a spectral army awaiting command, their edges glinting under the lunar glow.

Four candidates. Four Titans. One battle.

Of course, Aluria, the Ocean Goddess and an entire legion of talents were watching from afar. The Knight Commanders of the Solaris House, the elites from Eldorin, and even some reinforcements from the Hyades Republic. But those were just the support.

The main force was still Yue and the four candidates.

Opposite them, the Titans stirred.

The metal golem's colossal frame shifted, iron plates grinding like tectonic forces colliding. The storm deity's tornado-legs churned violently, lightning arcing in erratic bursts. The infernal giant's flames roared higher, heat distorting the sanctified air. The ancient treant's roots burrowed deeper, life and decay pulsing through its bark in equal measure.

Yet, without the Titan King's command, they did not charge. Ancient instincts warred within them—rage urging action, caution whispering patience. For all their pride, they understood the weight of what had just occurred.

Agos had taken their greatest threat into his domain… and had not yet returned.

So they held their ground, bated breath hidden behind elemental fury. And across the frozen battlefield, Yue's gaze hardened.

"I still can't find them…"

Yue expressed her frustration. Agos had kidnapped Amon's family, and before she could fully focus on the battle, she wished to bring them to safety. Alas, reality wasn't that simple. Agos likely possessed a hidden power unknown even to Yue, making it nearly impossible to assess the safety of her future family-in-law.

Still, Yue didn't give up hope.

Turning into her Spirit Goddess form, the future Mrs Solaris raised her arm and targeted her will into the endless abyss that was the Necropolis. Spirits gathered around her as the gate to the Spirit Realm opened once more.

Origin, the Great Spirit, peered through the looking glass that Yue opened, and scoured through the entire Necropolis at the same time.

Realising that their home was being scanned, the four Titans realised they couldn't wait any longer.

Xiphos moved first. It raised its colossal fist and drove it forward, rupturing the air. A deafening metallic ring exploded outward as iron plates compressed and released with catastrophic force. The shockwave flattened ice ridges and shattered lingering frost into glittering dust.

In less than a heartbeat, the gargantuan fist crossed the battlefield, eclipsing Yue's figure in shadow—its descent poised to reduce her to nothing more than crimson ruin upon the glacier.

But… it never reached her.

A thousand blades converged in a single, unified arc, forming a radiant wall of steel between Yue and annihilation. The Titan's fist collided with that barrier, and the impact detonated like a struck bell. Sparks cascaded in torrents.

The phantom swords bent, trembled—yet did not break.

At the forefront of that storm stood the Sword Saint. He stepped forward calmly, drawing his trusted blade from its sheath with a slow, deliberate motion.

The steel sang… a clean, resonant note that cut through the chaos. He levelled its tip directly at Xiphos' massive frame.

For a moment, time seemed to settle around him.

The years etched into his face—the deep lines, the wear of countless campaigns—did not vanish.

But something within him rekindled.

His eyes, once heavy with the weight of twilight, sharpened with unmistakable youthfulness. The fire that had made him the world's greatest swordsman burned anew.

Protector of the Realm.

A title he had carried through war and peace alike.

Now, in the fading chapters of his life, the purpose that had eluded him for decades stood before him in iron and fury.

Not another petty conflict. Not another mortal war.

A Titan.

The end goal of his years of struggle. Steel trembled against steel as the thousand swords braced against Xiphos' strength.

The Sword Saint's lips curved faintly—not in arrogance, but in resolve.

"Your opponent is me."

Pulsating with pure mana, the Sword Saint swung his trusted blade and Xiphos' arm was sent flying back. At first, the Titan was angry. How dare a mere human, one that hadn't yet inherit a divinity, dare to raise its blade against it? But then, it became perplexed.

How did this puny human force it back?

It wasn't a human on the edge of inheriting divinity or awakening their own, like Amon or Yue.

So… how did the Sword Saint manage to stop its fist?

Fortunately, it didn't have to wait long before it got its answer.

"Spirits?"

Xiphos hesitated.

Something was wrong.

Not just with the Sword Saint, but with all four humans standing before them.

They were wreathed in spirits… yet not ordinary ones.

Each aura carried a divine tint, refined and elevated beyond mortal summoning. Metal spirits reinforced the Sword Saint, merging with his thousand blades in perfect resonance. Leon burned with sacred fire spirits, their flames radiant with judgment. Ellahan stood surrounded by earth and life spirits, vitality surging through the frozen land at her command. Manon commanded lightning and wind, storm spirits spiralling around his spear as thunder answered his will.

More alarming still, they were not relying on their own reserves.

Behind them shimmered the Gate to the Spirit Realm, and through it flowed an immense, unending current of power.

They were drawing directly from the Origin.

"How absurd… This Spirit Goddess is empowering them through this method?!"

It wasn't just Xiphos who deduced the cause. All the other Titans felt their hearts tighten as they realised the tall task they were given.

Their opponents were strengthened by a Spirit with bottomless mana. Meanwhile, they had their divinities sealed, and their control over nature had weakened.

They were given a losing hand without even knowing it.

"Yue, focus on rescuing Amon's family!"

Leon shot forward, his boots cracking the ice beneath him as he charged straight at Pyrrhos, the Infernal Titan.

Ascalon blazed in his grasp. Sacred flames erupted from the Holy Blade, colliding head-on with Pyrrhos' surging lava. White-gold fire and molten crimson fury crashed together in a violent explosion of steam and light.

The opposing infernos devoured one another, neither yielding, neither overpowering… divine flame meeting primordial fire in perfect opposition.

But Leon did not slow. He pressed through the clash, forcing his way into striking range.

Then—he changed.

The rhythm of his aura shifted as he began chanting the Eighty-One Suns Heart Mantra under his breath. Solar mana surged within him, radiant and searing, yet instead of letting it spiral out of control, he anchored it. At the same time, a second current rose.

Water mana.

The two forces—sun and tide—circulated through his meridians in deliberate harmony.

They balanced at the core of his soul, stabilising the violent brilliance of his sacred flames into something sharper… deadlier.

Ascalon's radiance deepened.

No longer merely blazing, the blade now gleamed with condensed intent—its edge humming with restrained bloodlust.

Leon stepped into Pyrrhos' shadow, eyes steady, voice low. And with a soft whisper, he spoke:

"Dawn."

The sacred flames burned the Infernal Titan, making it feel pain for the first time since its awakening. Pyrrhos roared, its flames continued to burn, this time with fury instead.

How dare he?

How dare this mortal use fire against it?!

But for Leon and the rest of the candidates, it was proof. Proof that they could stand up against the Titans and damage them… nay, they could beat them.

With Yue's spirits and their connection to the Spirit Realm, they had a good chance of taking the Titans on with their own two hands. Instead of being the spectators, Amon and Yue trailblaze their way through the Necropolis.

Almost instantly, Ellahan and Manon did the same thing. Empowered by their respective spirits, they attacked the Titans. This forced the Titans on the defensive, while Yue's focus was on the labyrinth that was the Necropolis.

Her ruby eyes glistened as the vast amounts of information ran through her mind, and before long, a slight grin appeared on her porcelain face.

"... found."