Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1668: Fall of the Four-Faced Beast

"Blasphemers must be judged!"

Flapping its wings, the Four-Faced Beast gathered more divine power as its four faces chanted rapidly. The Dais of Judgment, The Headsman’s Block, The Dais of Eternity, and The Dais of Ascension materialized, attempting to lock down both the Commander and Kaidric.

"Hahaha! How dare a mere trial dictate the fate of our existence?" Kaidric’s crazed laughter echoed from the black spear. He shattered the confinement, closed the distance, and plunged straight into one of the Four-Faced Beast’s faces.

At that exact moment, hundreds of demigod phantoms surged from the four continents. They were the demigod powerhouses who had been monitoring the Titanion Realm, waiting to make their move. Before, they chose to hide. Now, the combined assault of the Infernal King of the Hell, the Commander, and Kaidric showed them Hope—the Hope of claiming the four gods’ divine source and the Demigod Artifact, the God-Slaying Ballista.

Any gamer knew that the moment a boss died and dropped its loot was when the real bloodbath began. Against true apex predators, these mid-tier demigod powerhouses could only risk their lives at a moment like this to fight for resources and the Demigod Artifact they dreamed of.

The sudden appearance of hundreds of demigod phantoms sent a chill even through a powerhouse like Kaidric. Why? Because among them were plenty of terrifying entities at the third, fourth, and even fifth stages.

"Ignore them!" Thresh ordered. "Kill the Four-Faced Beast first!"

Commander Thresh’s voice drifted through the void, faint and detached. A singular flash of blade light sparked and vanished. The three remaining visages of the Four-Faced Beast were cleaved open.

Beneath the Commander’s blade, to be cut was to be shattered.

Locked in a grinding stalemate against the Infernal King of the Hell, the Four-Faced Beast faltered. Its power sputtered, and its condensed arrow was instantly blown away by the incoming blade light.

"Blasphemers, burn!" it roared. "The gods’ The Weave of Fate shall not be severed here!"

A fraction of a second before its collapse, the Four-Faced Beast wrenched its neck to stare at Commander Thresh standing behind it. Unfiltered shock and raw disbelief filled its eyes. It never imagined that in an era without gods, a mortal combatant could shatter three of its faces in a single breath. That feat alone was equivalent to decapitating three absolute apex predators of the demigod sixth stage simultaneously.

"Blasphemer! You will face divine wrath!"

The Four-Faced Beast’s massive body disintegrated. The four ethereal platforms dispersed, the four beast statues separated, and the Demigod Artifact God-Slaying Ballista plummeted from the sky.

In that exact moment, hundreds of demigod phantoms swarmed forward like vultures.

"Impudent!"

"You seek death!"

Kaidric and the Infernal King of the Hell erupted with murderous intent. They hadn’t bled and risked their lives just to let bottom-feeders snatch their spoils.

But the battlefield shifted again. The second Kaidric and the Infernal King of the Hell roared, the Zenith Cathedral—which had remained hidden in the void—manifested in its full glory. It generated a monstrous gravitational pull, vacuuming up the scattered platform phantoms, the four beast statues, and the Demigod Artifact God-Slaying Ballista. Then, under the gaze of everyone present, the entire cathedral plummeted like a meteor, crashing straight toward the Titanion Realm, aimed directly at The Primordial Continent.

Thrum!

At the critical precipice, the sharp ring of a blade reverberated, and a flash of blinding light illuminated the heavens. Commander Thresh’s blade aura struck with impossible speed, cleaving the massive Zenith Cathedral cleanly in half.

When the Commander materialized, his hand was firmly wrapped around the Demigod Artifact God-Slaying Ballista.

"What just happened? The Zenith Cathedral wasn’t destroyed?" Kaidric materialized by the Commander’s side, staring at the bisected cathedral as it continued its fiery descent into the Titanion Realm.

"I spared it because it’s essentially masterless right now," Thresh explained. "Letting the cathedral crash into The Primordial Continent of the Titanion Realm will only deepen this world’s foundation. It’s a net positive. Why would I obliterate it?" The Commander absently toyed with the God-Slaying Ballista in his hands, clearly amused.

"No drawbacks at all?" Kaidric pressed. The Zenith Cathedral was a divine relic of the four gods; he wasn’t about to buy the Commander’s dismissive logic that easily.

"Of course there are." The Commander shrugged, the picture of indifference. "When the four gods eventually descend, the Titanion Realm will absolutely draw their ire. They’ll invade. They’ll try to conquer it."

"But this isn’t your Divine Kingdom, so why sweat it?" He smirked. "Orion and the others can worry about the fallout. They’re the masters of this domain; they’re the ones wielding the world Authority here."

Thresh tossed the God-Slaying Ballista to Kaidric, gesturing for him to examine it. Artifacts forged by the four gods possessed an undeniable, intricate brilliance. Kaidric caught the heavy weapon, but his eyes stayed fixed on the Commander. He opened his mouth to speak, hesitated, and ultimately swallowed his words.

"What about the bottom-feeders?" Kaidric gestured toward the swarm of demigod phantoms hovering on the periphery of the battlefield. They were the vultures who had just tried to poach the loot.

"They’re just fry. Butcher them all." The Commander waved his hand dismissively.

An endless tide of shimmering blade-fish swam forth from his palm, instantly locking onto the aura of every single demigod phantom present. Simultaneously, the Commander’s voice rolled out across the void like thunder.

"The Titanion Realm is a banquet we set up, and I don’t mind others pulling up a chair. A Divine Mantle will undoubtedly condense here in the future. Who walks away the victor and who loses everything—that remains to be seen. But if you want a seat at the table, you have to pay the cover charge. You need a ticket."

"And a minor world is your ticket."

"You have one month. After thirty days, I will join forces with the powerhouses present to sever the fusion channels between the minor worlds and The Primordial Continent, entirely sealing The Primordial Source. The four continents are currently too fragile; the time is simply not right for The Primordial Continent to be fully exposed."

Leaving the ultimatum hanging in the void, the Commander pivoted toward the approaching Infernal King of the Hell.

"Any objections?"

The Infernal King of the Hell shook his head. He stared hard at Thresh, a trace of deep resignation in his eyes as he shook his head again. "I’m still no match for you."

The Commander ignored the concession. Instead, his gaze shifted to two entirely empty patches of the void flanking the Infernal King of the Hell.

A heavy silence stretched out. Eventually, two distinct voices echoed from the empty space.

"No objections."

"We agree with your terms."

The voices belonged to The Progenitor Swarm and Abyssal Demon·Decay. They had never actually left the battlefield. The sheer, overwhelming strength the Commander had just displayed was enough to force their compliance. As the undisputed apex predator in the current arena, Commander Thresh had earned the absolute right to dictate the rules of the board.