Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 1486: A Ruthless Harvest

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It wasn’t the sound of wet meat tearing. It was the sound of Divine Power being strangled, of Faith Energy collapsing in on itself and screaming as it died.

Orion tore the Saint apart with his bare hands. It was savage. It was visceral. It was a statement.

But he didn’t just discard the pieces. As he held the severed remnants of the Saint, a dark inspiration struck him. If he could refine the Star’s Protection, why not the Saint himself? Why not twist this Demigod’s flesh and armor into a new Relic for his own arsenal?

"The Abyss is watching you."

Orion’s voice dropped to a glacial whisper. Beneath his feet, the phantom image of the Abyssal World manifested, its gravity locking onto the Saint’s dismembered body and his glowing wargear, dragging them down toward his Divine Kingdom.

He needed to pull them into his domain to safely process the conversion.

SCREECH!

A piercing cry shattered the silence of the void. It was the call of a hawk, sharp enough to ripple the binding field generated by the Mirror of Theras fragment.

A massive, invisible force latched onto the Saint’s torso, violently resisting the pull of the Abyss.

The opposing force was overwhelming. Orion realized instantly he couldn’t win a tug-of-war against it. With a thought, he severed the connection to the main body, choosing to secure what he already had.

The Saint’s torso was yanked away into the sky.

Orion was left holding the severed hands, the Holy Sword, and the Shield of Guardianship. They vanished into his Divine Kingdom instantly.

Only then did Orion look up at the source of the interference.

A Divine Eagle hovered in the distortion field. Orion narrowed his eyes. He remembered seeing the bird perched on the Saint’s shoulder when he first descended, but it had vanished during the fighting.

It hadn’t fled. It was the failsafe.

"A fragment of the Mirror of Theras... So that’s what you’re holding. No wonder you dared to poach in my pasture."

The Divine Eagle opened its beak, but the voice that emerged was human. The bird dissolved into light, reforming into a towering silhouette.

It was a woman. Her features were obscured by divine radiance, but the spear in her hand and the crushing pressure radiating from her form were unmistakable.

"The Goddess Agaman?" Orion asked, testing the waters.

"In the flesh. Or close enough."

"If your true body had descended, I would have turned and ran without a word," Orion said, his voice flat and calm. "But this is just a sliver of will. Posturing won’t work on me."

Those who knew Orion knew that the calmer he sounded, the more dangerous he was becoming.

"Heh... Does that broken mirror give you such courage, boy?" The Goddess stepped forward, her spear tip lowering. Behind her, a phantom Divine Kingdom flickered into existence—visions of countless believers kneeling in prayer, appearing and vanishing in a rhythmic cycle.

A binding force, far stronger than the Saint’s, crashed down, grinding against the field of the Mirror of Theras.

Orion recognized it immediately. This wasn’t a projection of power; she was channeling the weight of her actual Divine Kingdom through the connection.

"I may not know the gap between us," Orion said, the pressure making his bones creak. "But you don’t know what I am, either."

Instead of retreating, Orion took a step forward.

BOOM.

Beneath his feet, the Abyss roared. Snow began to fall in the void. Astral winds howled. The phantom images of Stoneheart Titans rose from the darkness, bellowing their defiance.

This wasn’t just a projection or a skill. It was a world trying to manifest.

"A Divine Kingdom!"

The Goddess’s voice lost its arrogant edge. As a powerhouse at the Demigod Artifact tier—the Fifth Circle—she knew exactly what she was looking at. It was real.

"Interesting. I didn’t expect a being of your caliber to be interested in a small grazing pasture like this world," she said, her tone shifting. The crushing pressure against the Mirror’s field began to recede. "Tell me your name, and I will gift this pasture to you."

She stood still, her hostility replaced by a transactional coldness.

Orion paused. "Orion Stoneheart."

"Orion Stoneheart..." She tested the name. "A Giant species? From the Abyss? Are you one of the branches that managed to crawl out of that pit and rise to power?"

She didn’t wait for an answer.

"We will meet again, Orion."

The Goddess turned. A gateway of light opened behind her, and she stepped through, vanishing from the battlefield.

And then, the horror began.

In that instant, across the entire World of Eldoria, every single living being who harbored faith in the Holy Order or the Goddess Agaman froze.

Farmers in the fields, merchants in the cities, soldiers on the walls, even the priests and Ascetics in their temples.

They simply... ended.

Their life force, their spirit, and their accumulated faith were ripped out of their bodies in a single violent harvest.

Orion sensed the mass extinction event instantly. He reached out with his own power, trying to stem the tide, but it was too late. The harvest was instantaneous.

"Agaman... ruthless," Orion muttered, a chill that had nothing to do with the snow running down his spine.

The stronger the deity, the colder the heart.

These people had worshipped her for generations. Yet, the moment she decided to abandon this world, she liquidated her assets. She triggered a dormant rite in their souls, sacrificing millions to recoup her energy losses.

It was a stark lesson. Religion, in the hands of entities like her, was nothing more than a slaughterhouse waiting for the butcher.

He suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Clown and Witch. Before joining the Cult of Four, they probably just wanted power. They likely never realized that joining a cult meant signing a contract that didn’t just claim your life, but your very soul. There was no quitting.

With the enemy gone, Orion retracted his Divine Kingdom.

Silence fell over the Agaman Parish. The war, for the moment, had been paused.

"Holy hell, brother... Was that... was that a Fifth Circle entity? A Demigod of the Artifact Tier?"

Leonidas crept up to Orion’s side, his usual bravado completely gone. He was shaking.

"She possessed a Divine Kingdom and a Demigod Artifact. She’s definitely elite, even among the Fifth Circle," Orion confirmed.

To forge a Demigod Artifact, one had to reach the Fifth Stage and condense a Divine Spark. Agaman wasn’t a newcomer; she was an ancient, entrenched power.

"Hey, maybe... maybe we should pull back?" Leonidas suggested, his eyes darting nervously at the empty sky.

It wasn’t cowardice; it was survival instinct. The enemy was way out of their weight class.

"Relax, Bro. I scared her off. This continent is ours now."

Orion felt it in his gut. The Goddess had genuinely ceded the territory to him.

It wasn’t a gift; it was a calculation. But it meant that when they met again, there would be a reckoning. If Orion remained weak, she would crush him. If he became strong enough to sit at the table, the dynamic would change.

In this universe, respect was a currency only the strong could afford.

"You’re really not leaving?" Leonidas asked again, though the fear in his eyes was replaced by a flicker of heated excitement.

He was offering Orion a way out—a face-saving excuse to retreat because the "dragon couldn’t handle the pressure." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But Orion’s refusal to budge made Leonidas grin.