Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1482: Shadow Swallowing the Sun

At first, Orion assumed the unease gnawing at him was merely the lingering influence of the Flower Goddess—after all, he still held a Seed of her Will in his possession.

But as time passed, a colder, sharper realization took hold.

The looming crisis wasn’t coming from a single deity like the Flower Goddess. It was the silence of the true gods that was deafening. The hidden Demigods, the slumbering titans of the Sixth Stage... they were all hoarding their strength, waiting in the dark.

Orion couldn’t say exactly what form the catastrophe would take, but his instincts screamed that a storm was gathering.

"Just smoke and mirrors!"

Leonidas’s growl snapped Orion out of his reverie. The dragon was visibly irritated. He had flinched at a statue—a mere construct—and worse, he had done it in front of Orion. For a World Dragon, that kind of embarrassment required blood to wash away.

"Oblivion Sphere!"

The words seemed to grind through Leonidas’s teeth, half-incantation, half-curse.

A sphere of crackling, violet lightning materialized around the Goddess’s statue. It began to collapse inward. The air screamed as it compressed, a sound like a thousand snapping cables echoing across the plaza.

When the sphere shrank to a singularity and vanished, it left behind a perfect, spherical void.

The statue was gone. Not teleported. Erased from existence.

THUD!

The statue had been obliterated, but the spectral Dragon Lance it had summoned a split-second prior still flew true. It slammed squarely into the World Dragon’s chest.

It didn’t pierce the scales—World Dragons were apex predators for a reason, tanks of the highest order—but the kinetic force launched Leonidas backward, sending him skidding through the air.

"Damn it," Leonidas coughed, his voice booming from a distance. "That... actually stung. Not quite a Relic, but it packs a wallop."

"The Goddess shall not be blasphemed! Her domain shall not be defiled!"

Before Leonidas could fly back, a furious roar erupted from the Agaman Diocese’s central cathedral.

A shockwave of golden light, supercharged with Divine Power, pulsed outward from the temple. It swept across the city, activating a dormant defensive grid. Six towering spires on the city’s perimeter ignited, shooting pillars of mana into the sky.

Orion and Leonidas both felt it: a massive convergence of Faith Energy. Several powerful entities were descending.

"Heh... looks like the varsity team finally showed up."

Leonidas grinned, his humiliation forgotten. He didn’t need to guess; the Holy Order had summoned actual Demigods.

"Stay back. Cover my flank," Orion commanded, stepping up to Leonidas’s side. His apathy was gone, replaced by a rising tide of battle lust.

"You got it." Leonidas fell back, eyeing Orion’s back with a flicker of curiosity.

Orion felt different. His aura had shifted, becoming something unreadable, something vast. He felt less like an ally and more like a force of nature.

"Praise the Goddess, the Eternal and Infinite, the Avatar of Wisdom and Love..."

"She is the font of courage, guiding us to truth..."

"Pray to Her, steel your hearts, and face the encroaching dark..."

A celestial chorus filled the air above Agaman. This wasn’t the chanting of priests or the prayer of believers. It was the ambient hum of divinity, the herald of a high-tier summon.

The Scion descended.

He was a man in white robes trimmed with gold, a hawk perched regally on his shoulder, the iconography of the divine birth embroidered on his chest. Flanking him were six Holy Guardian Knights, clad in gleaming, full-plate gold armor.

The Scion radiated the power of a Second-Stage Demigod. His six knights were all First-Stage Demigods.

Seven Demigods at once. It was a lineup that exceeded even Orion’s expectations.

"Are you the filth polluting the Holy Order’s pasture?"

The Scion looked down at Orion and Leonidas, his nose practically touching the clouds, his tone dripping with supreme arrogance.

Seeing the numbers stacked against them, Leonidas drifted closer to Orion, ready to brawl.

"Brother, this guy’s got an attitude," the dragon rumbled. "And look at that entourage. I need to get me six Demigod bodyguards. That’s style."

"Good," Orion said, his eyes burning with cold fire. "Maybe this time, I won’t have to hold back."

Since ascending to Demigod status, Orion had been bored. His enemies were either too weak, crumbling at a touch, or so overwhelmingly strong that he had to use trump cards just to survive.

But seven low-to-mid-tier Demigods? That was perfect. That was a punching bag that wouldn’t break immediately.

"Come and die!"

Orion roared, abandoning all subtlety.

He unleashed his true form—the Stoneheart Titan. His body expanded, towering over the city, sprouting four heads and eight massive arms. He didn’t ask for names. He didn’t monologue.

He simply vanished.

In the blink of an eye, the colossal Titan reappeared directly in front of the Scion, a fist the size of a carriage hammering toward the man’s face.

"Abyssal heresy! You must be purged!"

The Scion wasn’t wrong. Giants were creatures of the Abyss, and Orion’s Stoneheart lineage dug deep into those chaotic roots.

"Insolence!"

"Protect the Scion!"

The six Holy Guardian Knights reacted instantly, surging forward to intercept the blow.

Unfortunately for them, they had severely miscalculated the weight of Orion’s fist.

BOOM!

It was a simple straight punch, but it carried enough force to collapse the void around it.

The Scion stood his ground, hands clasped behind his back, projecting an aura of effortless superiority. Divine light exploded from his body, forming a barrier that lashed out like a thousand swords against the Titan’s knuckles.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering glass echoed across the sky. The swords broke. The barrier disintegrated.

Golden holy light and crimson blood mist erupted simultaneously, painting the heavens in violent hues.

The Scion of the Agaman Holy Order didn’t even get to finish his pose before Orion’s fist obliterated him.

The South. Border of the Andor Diocese.

When the sky to the north lit up with that blinding flash of gold and red, every sentient being in the Allied Army looked up.

What they saw was etched into their minds forever: the silhouette of a four-headed, eight-armed Demon God, his shadow swallowing the sun.

"Father!"

Elara recognized the form instantly. It was Orion’s Avatar of the Stoneheart Titan.

If Orion was fighting in his true form, the enemy had to be a Demigod. And judging by the shockwaves, it was a hell of a fight.

"That is Orion..." Kraken stood amidst the army, staring at the distant titan with unblinking adoration. "Look at that scale. Look at that power."

"He is magnificent," Kraken rumbled, his voice shaking the ground. "With a blow like that... scum like us wouldn’t even survive the wind pressure."