Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1662: Devourer of Worlds

Deep underground, a seal shattered. Two scorching orbs of magma, bursting with colossal energy, erupted from the depths and slammed into the fused four-faced idol.

High above, at the Zenith Cathedral, two gargoyles that had served as guardian beasts broke their stone slumber. They plummeted like meteors, crashing down and fusing into the idol alongside the magma.

Run.

That was the first thought that struck Orion. His senses screamed at him. Both the magma from the earth and the falling gargoyles from the sky carried an aura akin to a terrifying entity at the sixth stage of the demigod realm.

Orion knew, with absolute certainty, that they had just woken something ancient.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the trembling God-Slaying Ballista. His body dissolved into countless streams of law, vanishing from the Godforsaken Land in the blink of an eye.

Atop the throne within the World Tree.

Orion cast a dark, sweeping glare at the Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara. Their faces mirrored his own horror.

"Old man, don’t tell me this was part of your grand plan?" Orion growled. "If it is, you deal with it."

His stance was clear. The monstrosity born from the Cult of Four was entirely beyond their league.

"Deal with it? He can’t deal with shit!" The Lifeless Dreadgod spat before Kysar could answer. Furious, he hurled globs of spit at Kysar’s branch of the World Tree. As an incarnation of law, the Lifeless Dreadgod’s spit was raw, corrupted power, fully capable of defiling Kysar’s domain. "They’re a bunch of fools! Pawns played by their gods for their entire pathetic lives!"

"The situation is what it is. Handle it as you see fit," Archbishop Kysar replied smoothly. He waved his scepter. A phantom image of The Dais of Judgment flared briefly over his branch, purifying the Dreadgod’s corrupted laws in an instant. Kysar remained shamelessly composed, completely unfazed by the Dreadgod’s venom.

But that composure shattered a moment later.

In the Godforsaken Land, the four-faced idol mutated again.

When Orion relinquished the God-Slaying Ballista, the Demigod Artifact flew straight into the idol’s grasp. It snapped into place like the final piece of a puzzle, triggering a terrifying transformation.

Four human faces manifested first, gazing toward the cardinal directions. Each wore a distinct expression—joy, rage, sorrow, and delight—and every inch of their flesh was carved with esoteric runes. They shared a single, starry crown. The divine crown was impossible to comprehend; it appeared identical from every angle, yet somehow reflected four completely different styles simultaneously.

"What is that?" The Lifeless Dreadgod demanded, his eyes wide. "Human heads, four faces, a divine crown... Are those the four gods? Have they descended?"

No one answered.

The moment the four faces appeared, Kysar, Maximilien, and Eryx began to tremble violently. As direct servants of the Cult of Four, their minds simply shut down. In the presence of their gods, they were reduced to quivering prey.

Though the Lifeless Dreadgod received no answer, the idol’s subsequent evolution clarified the horrifying truth.

Beneath the four heads, a massive, muscular human torso formed. One hand tightly gripped the God-Slaying Ballista; the other hefted a miniature black hole.

Then came the lower half—a grotesque, bestial nightmare. Four wings, four monstrous claws, and a barbed tail. Its body was built like an ancient leviathan, clad entirely in heavy scales that crackled with latent lightning. Four sword-like peaks erupted from its spine, each acting as a conduit for the divine power of the four gods.

Hummmmm!

It released a sound—not a roar, nor a dragon’s cry, but a reverberating law that announced its return to the multiverse.

"The Four-Faced Beast!"

"The Four-Faced Beast!"

"The Four-Faced Beast!"

Ancient memories violently surfaced. Kysar, Maximilien, and Eryx snapped out of their stupor, screaming in unison.

"Run! It’s the avatar of the four gods!" Kysar instinctively tried to flee, but glancing back at his throne on the World Tree, the bitter truth sank in. They had nowhere left to run.

Inhale.Exhale.

It wasn’t a roar. It was simply the beast taking its first breath, yet the action pulled violently at The Weave of Reality.

Then, Orion witnessed a scene that would be permanently burned into his mind.

The Four-Faced Beast opened its maws and swallowed the remains of the third world whole. Even the invasive roots of the Titanion Realm’s World Tree were devoured in the same horrifying gulp.

Fortunately, Orion had withdrawn the roots of his own Divine Kingdom when he fled, sparing himself catastrophic losses.

"This... this is... the power of a god!" The usually arrogant Lifeless Dreadgod stammered, his jaw slack.

His shock rapidly curdled into pure terror.

Having consumed the third world, the Four-Faced Beast turned its four gazes directly toward the Titanion Realm. Specifically, it stared at the Continent of the Pantheon.

The continent was originally a massive world controlled by the Cult of Four. With countless believers and prayers acting as beacons, the beast locked onto the Titanion Realm instantly.

"Dammit!"

"No!"

"Hell!"

Orion, the Lifeless Dreadgod, Kysar, Moriphara, the phantom of Progenitor Swarm, Maximilien, and Eryx all realized the apocalypse was upon them.

Acting on pure instinct, all seven unleashed their full fury at the Four-Faced Beast. Waves of divine power and concentrated laws crashed against the monstrosity like a surging tide.

Despair washed over Orion. His ultimate attacks barely rippled across the beast’s scales.

The Four-Faced Beast was unequivocally beyond the sixth stage of the demigod realm. It might even surpass the demigod threshold entirely. The horrific realization dawned on everyone present.

"Call out the ancient monsters backing you! Now!" Archbishop Kysar screamed hysterically. He sensed a far more intimate, terrifying doom approaching than the others.

The four mouths of the beast gaped open, revealing abyssal, lightless voids. A silent, irresistible gravity took hold, aggressively recalling anything that belonged to the four gods.

In that instant, a violent backlash struck the three Archbishops. The faith and divine power anchoring Kysar, Maximilien, and Eryx unraveled at a molecular level, siphoned away into the beast’s maw.

Within seconds, Orion felt Kysar’s power plummet from the Demigod Artifact stage straight down to the third stage of the demigod realm. The sheer speed of the degradation was terrifying.

Beside Kysar, the phantoms of Maximilien and Eryx simply dissolved into nothing.

"I always knew... I could never truly escape this." Hovering on the brink of death, completely stripped of his divine power and faith, Kysar didn’t panic. Instead, a strange sense of relief washed over him, accompanied by profound exhaustion.

"Everyone, support the Will of the Realm. Help it stabilize the Titanion Realm!" Kysar commanded, his voice strained but steady. "The world of the four gods has already fused with Titanion. It won’t be easily consumed or broken. Right now, our only job is to hold the Titanion Realm together."

It was sound logic, and their only chance at survival. Orion, the Lifeless Dreadgod, and Moriphara stopped cursing Kysar and poured every ounce of their remaining strength into bolstering the Will of the Realm.

At that very moment, the Will of the Realm unleashed its own gravitational force, engaging in a desperate, grinding tug-of-war against the pull of the Four-Faced Beast.

The Continent of the Pantheon belonged to the Titanion Realm now.