King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1232 - 1232 1219 Lord of the Wilderness

Chapter 1232: Chapter 1219: Lord of the Wilderness Chapter 1232: Chapter 1219: Lord of the Wilderness Within the shattered temple, an armored warrior whose limbs were twisted and broken, with a shocking indentation on his chest, lifted his head to gaze at the sacred and rugged sky above the temple and sighed weakly.

“My Lord, I have done my best.”

The indentation on his chest vaguely resembled the shape of a fist. Despite such a serious injury, he did not die, for his life had transcended the mortal realm, leaving him only temporarily deprived of his ability to fight, which was not a significant consequence.

Like him, there were many Temple Gladiators who were defeated but had not lost their lives, merely their ability to battle. They too lay on the ground with complex expressions, looking up at the sky.

Today, within the temples they guarded, they had all been single-handedly defeated by a young challenger, an achievement that would be laughed at by the world if it were known.

However, these Temple Gladiators felt no shame in their hearts, they did not perceive it as a disgrace.

“A man who can challenge the deities, I lasted three moves against him. If he can defeat the deities, then this will not be a source of shame for me, but rather a glory I can boast of.”

A Gladiator leaning against a pillar riddled with cracks, looked at the increasingly radiant sky and thought darkly to himself.

He was a guardian of the Deity but also a Gladiator for their amusement. Although he had received a complete education in the temple as a child, it did not stop him from harboring malicious thoughts towards the deities he worshipped.

After all, most of the time he was very devout, and that was sufficient for the Deities, who sometimes did not mind the whims in the hearts of their mortal worshipers.

“Akmonde, I hope you can succeed. This land has bled long enough due to the desires of the gods.”

Beneath the Holy Mountain, within a ruined temple, an armored Gladiator whose gear was still relatively intact, looked up at the sky and silently sent his blessings, for he had seen through everything.

“I hope everything can end today.”

The Holy Mountain, once sacred and majestic, now lay in ruins due to the intrusion of a challenger. Dust rose from the temples along the mountain’s key passageways, and at the summit, a young man with black hair stood within the largest temple, looking up at the imposing and grand idol before him.

“Is this the caliber of gods in this world? I’ve fought my way here, and they still haven’t shown themselves?”

The young man with black hair and eyes was indifferent, unworried about his previous actions, and there was not the slightest awe of the deities in his eyes.

“Akmonde, you are too presumptuous; this is the Holy Mountain, not a place for you to wreak havoc at will.”

From behind the idol that stood hundreds of meters tall, a man wearing a golden mask and ornate attire emerged at the idol’s feet. His eyes, shimmering with divine glory, watched the youth, who, albeit young, possessed a near-divine presence.

“However, the fact that you’ve made it this far proves that you surpass all Gladiators. If you kneel and confess now, I can forgive your sins. And on behalf of my Lord, I can bestow upon you the title of the mightiest Gladiator.”

The young man’s black eyes sparkled with golden light, and in his rapidly beating heart, a towering presence was already awakening. He watched the Pope, who claimed to be closest to the Deity, then clenched his fist and swung.

Against an enemy, one should simply strike them down, no need for conversation. The battle erupted in an instant and ended in the next, the Pope with the shattered golden mask fell at the idol’s feet, while behind him, the towering idol began to crumble amidst the thunderous noise.

Akmonde stood still waiting for a moment, and when no new movements arose, he looked up into the exquisite sky, the peaceful and harmonious land reflected in his eyes. Then his gaze met with a pair of radiating, authoritative eyes.

These eyes, high above and indifferent to all living creatures, belonged to their owner who was exalted within their Divine Kingdom, sitting on their Divine Throne, and watching with cold indifference as the core territory of their Divine Kingdom was burst open.

And when They saw that their Pope was knocked down with a punch by the intruder, a fluctuation resembling mortal emotions, akin to pleased admiration, appeared in Their eyes.

“Not bad!”

Boom!

As soon as the Deity’s praise was uttered, a golden punch shot up from the earth, streaking across the sky, aiming directly at the sun as though intending to knock it out of the heavens.

But before the punch could bring down the sun, the sky shattered under the strike’s godlike force, revealing the Divine Kingdom that only Devout Believers could peacefully enter.

Such a spectacle caused the hardworking populace living quietly on the land to let out exclamations of amazement, but the young man who had struck the Divine Kingdom from the sky showed no surprise.

The realm where the souls of Devout Believers were collected after death, had been seen by him far too often, and he had led his Minions to attack it numerous times.

However, entering the Deity’s realm with a legendary body and attacking a Deity in an Otherworld was a first for him and was a challenge of considerable difficulty. Yet he was fearless.

“I wonder how the battle strength of the war Deity from an Otherworld compares to those in Elasia? I hope not to be disappointed.” The young man spoke to himself, then took a step towards the revealed Divine Kingdom in the sky.

The empty sky beneath his feet was no different from solid ground; he walked on air yet exuded an authority on par with divine beings.

The sky, which had appeared serene due to the Divine Kingdom’s manifestation, suddenly changed colors at this moment. Endless dark clouds and thunder magically appeared, serpentine lightning crawling within them.

The world changed colors because of a being gradually revealing its intent to battle, hence the divine retribution was conceived within the sky.

Seated upon the Divine Throne, unmoving as a mountain, the deity’s complexion changed. He stood up and stared at the being causing heaven and earth to shift colors, his once mocking face suddenly turning serious.

“It’s about time!”

The black-haired youth stepped into the Divine Kingdom with a slight smile, basking in a sensation named ease.

The Divine Kingdom, semi-independent from the world and under the control of its master alone, shielded the will of the great world. The dark clouds and thunder that densely filled the sky did not appear within the Divine Kingdom.

“I thought you were just a mortal with immense talent; I even considered whether I should subjugate you. Now it seems there’s no need.”

“What you need to consider now is how to survive under my hand.”

Behind the youth who had set foot in the Divine Kingdom, the shadow of the Titan clad in armor and wielding a heavy axe appeared, along with the spectral wails of demons and gods. The ground within the Divine Kingdom began to crack under the youth’s feet.

“Defend our lord, kill the invader!”

Clashes of battle rose one after another within the youth’s field of vision. All around, including in the sky, there were armored heroic spirits filled with eagerness to fight, charging at him with a look of determination to face death.

“Worshipers!”

Inside the Divine Kingdom, if you wish to fight with a deity, you must first deal with the deity’s legion of worshipers—this was common sense. It was not a problem for another deity, but for a mortal who desired to kill a god, it was an insurmountable abyss.

However, the deity of war faced another epic lover of battle. Thus, the phantom of the world materialized behind the youth.

The fierce birds with black feathers and blue eyes uttered their harsh cries in succession, bursting forth from behind the youth like a hurricane sweeping everything before it.

The earth trembled as Tyrannosaurus-like giant beasts with horns on their foreheads and sharp blades on their tails neatly arranged themselves into a charging formation, creating a black tidal wave that swept over the worshipers’ legion.

…Legion after legion of battle beasts with a ferocious aura surged forth from a world brimming with wilderness, rendering the lofty divine beings unable to remain calm.

“What exactly are you?”

Radiant golden light burst forth from where the youth stood, reaching toward the sky and forming a colossal column of gold connecting heaven and earth. Radiant thunder dragons coiled around it, emitting a ferocity that could terrify demons and gods alike.

“Titan Tribe, Lord of the Savage, Akmonde!”

…

“Chief, what has happened?”

A giant with pale skin hurriedly barged into the tribal settlement of a tribe of giants known for their inherent great strength and countless years of continuity. The sights along his path filled him with rage, and as he burst into the Chief’s Stone Palace, he couldn’t help but ask urgently.

“Nordan, you’ve returned. Come, sit,” the elderly giant sitting on a beast-skin stone couch invited the young giant in with a warm smile.

“Chief, at a time like this, how can you be so laid-back? Tell me, where is the enemy? I will find them. I will let them know the price for daring to harm our tribespeople.”

“Nordan, you should learn to be more composed; force cannot solve all problems,” the Chief advised.

“But force can solve the problem makers.” Nordan responded reflexively, without a second thought.

“Yet your current strength is not enough to do as you say; you are not powerful enough,” the elderly giant rose from the couch, struggling to straighten his stooped figure.

“I might not be strong enough now, but I am still young, and I will grow stronger,” the young and fiery giant said with brimming confidence.

“Alright, I know what you’re saying. I’ve called you here to discuss the tribe’s migration,” the Chief said.

“Migrating the tribe? Why?”