Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 1483: Just a Gang Beating

Makareth finally swallowed the bitter pill of reality.

Among the Archlords, he wasn’t just miles behind an invincible powerhouse like Kraken; even fighting alongside teammates like Elara and Kaedros was a struggle. Especially Elara—Makareth couldn’t shake the terrifying suspicion that she could drop him in a single heartbeat if she wanted to.

Isabella remained silent, her gaze fixed on the colossal silhouette dominating the horizon, her mind blank with shock. She had always known there was a gap between her and Orion. But until this moment, she hadn’t grasped the true nature of that distance. It wasn’t just a gap in power; it was a difference in species. He was a god in the heavens, and she was merely dust on the earth, forced to crane her neck just to catch a glimpse of his shadow.

"Pick up the pace!" Kraken’s voice cut through the air, authoritative and grim. "Orion have engaged the enemy. We need to storm the Agaman Parish immediately and tie down the Holy Order’s mid-tier forces."

Kraken knew exactly how these sects operated. When pushed, they utilized dark rites that fed on their own congregation—harvesting faith by force or sacrificing believers for a surge of temporary power. If the coalition army struck now, they would force the Holy Order to commit their troops to the front lines. They wouldn’t have the manpower to complete their rituals, and even if they had contingencies prepared, the lack of bodies would severely cripple their potency.

"Signal the aerial divisions to launch a preemptive strike!" Elara commanded, her thinking in perfect lockstep with Kraken.

Instantly, the coalition army surged forward, the ground trembling under their accelerated march.

Toward the rear of the formation, Tangere, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Aurora rode atop massive Quad-Horned Brawnbulls.

"Tangere, what the hell just happened?" Aurora asked. As a newcomer to the inner circle, she was genuinely clueless, knowing even less than Caesar or Scarecrow.

It seems Kraken didn’t brief her, Tangere thought fleetingly. He didn’t dwell on it, turning his eyes instead toward the horizon, where the four-headed, eight-armed Stoneheart Titan loomed against the sky.

"You lot are lucky. That shockwave? That was the opening salvo of a Divine War," Tangere said, his voice thick with a mix of solemnity and fanatical devotion. He raised a hand, pointing at the Titan’s back. "That is the Boss’s war form. The Stoneheart Titan—four heads, eight arms, and pure destruction."

Tangere knew more about Orion than most.

"You mean... that’s the Boss?" Caesar’s jaw dropped, his finger shaking as he pointed at the distant giant. "That’s really him?"

Scarecrow felt a chill run down his spine. Just what kind of monster had they aligned themselves with?

"Is that what a Demigod looks like?" Aurora blinked, unphased. "Talk about overkill."

She was the most carefree of the bunch. Since she didn’t know Orion personally, the fear didn’t hit her as hard. In her mind, Demigods were supposed to be ridiculously strong. That was just how the world worked.

"Command has ordered a forced march," Tangere barked, snapping them back to reality. "Caesar, Scarecrow, rally your troops. We’re linking up with the Boss’s First Legion to hitch a ride on their Cave Spiders."

"Why the rush?"

"Because there are enemies ahead, and that means a chance for glory." Tangere had dared to push forward because he had seen Kraken arrive. With a terror like that anchoring the center, any enemy Archlords attempting to intercept them would be crushed by Kraken, Elara, or Makareth long before they reached Tangere’s squad.

With that safety net in place, Tangere—ever the opportunist—changed his tactics instantly.

"Hah! More merit to earn?" Caesar grinned, the excitement overtaking his fear. "If we survive this, I might finally have enough credit to redeem a dragon egg from the coalition treasury."

"Dragon egg? Treasury?" Aurora’s eyes went wide, filled with sudden curiosity. For a Beastmaster, those words were magic.

"Wait until the war is over. Go see the vault yourself, you’ll understand."

In the central zone, the Agaman Parish.

The Saint descended from the Agaman Holy Order, only to be obliterated by Orion’s fist.

But as a Demigod of the Second Circle, death did not come so easily. As long as his Divine Fire burned, the Saint was immortal.

Sure enough, at the epicenter of the blast, a sphere of golden flame ignited, greedily sucking in the dissipating Faith Energy. The Saint reformed, clad once more in spotless white robes, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

But the arrogance was gone from his face.

He stared at Orion, unable to gauge the depth of his opponent’s power. It was as if Orion were shrouded in a veil that defied perception.

"Activate the array! Everyone, attack! Surround and kill the false god who blasphemes the Goddess!"

The Saint had realized the grim truth from that single exchange: he couldn’t win alone.

"Hah! A gang beating is just a gang beating, don’t drag the Goddess into it!" Leonidas, watching from a distance, couldn’t help but heckle. "And I’m the one blaspheming the Goddess, not my brother here."

"Those who blaspheme shall not escape!" The Saint shot a glare at Leonidas before vanishing, teleporting directly next to Orion. He intended to grapple the Titan, buying time for his six Holy Guard Knights to initialize the killing formation.

But Orion’s expression remained indifferent. It was a look that made the Saint feel his desperate gambit was utterly pointless. For the first time in centuries, the Saint felt like a joke.

"Bro, leave this to me."

Orion flicked his hand.

Leonidas was instantly ejected from the battlefield, reappearing safely outside the perimeter of the Agaman Temple. He shrugged, accepting the dismissal. His role was to hold the line and ensure no enemy Demigods slaughtered the coalition’s Archlords.

Still, that teleportation trick felt familiar.

"Damn, did the kid refine that Demigod-tier Magic Mirror already?" Leonidas muttered, his eyes lighting up with realization before dimming with a touch of melancholy.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, watching the younger generation surpass the old.

"Now I get why Arthas is so hell-bent on guarding the Ever-Burning Volcano," Leonidas mused. "If we don’t take risks, we won’t even have the standing to show off in front of the kid later."

A thought struck him, and his mood brightened.

"Well, at least Squiddy won’t be ascending to Demigod anytime soon. If he beat me to it, I’d have nowhere to hide my shame. Right... once Squiddy ascends, I have to hit the Second Circle. I have to."

BOOM!

While Leonidas was lost in thought, Orion launched another assault. He wasn’t a fool; he wasn’t going to stand around and let them finish building a trap to kill him.