The Rise of the Titan

"Foolish, shortsighted beasts!" In the center of a vast divine kingdom, a one-eyed, broad-shouldered, long-bearded human man sat on a divine throne. He wore half-armor and black leather gloves, his hollow eye sockets filled with swirling sparks, covered by a black eyepatch, surrounded by ceaseless storms.

"All they think about is stealing others' power." The Storm Lord Talos showed utter disdain for his nominal subordinate god, seemingly forgetting how he had stolen the power of the Winter Maiden, leading to the Main God of Fury's disunity.

"Attacking the Titan race without considering the consequences?" Talos's eyes reflected the chaotic battlefield on the Synapse subcontinent.

His followers participated in this war, so he could see this scene. Yes, this follower joined the war of his own volition, unrelated to Talos. The God of Storms, who had sensed a disturbance in the center of some islands in the Erathia world, thought so.

"This is the first time I've seen a juvenile Titan with such a number of exclusive weapons." Talos muttered, propping his chin with his hand. "Is it because this boy is a half-blood Titan? Pampering him like this, aren't they afraid of spoiling him?"

Though Talos was a chaotic evil god, his immense power allowed him to control this chaos and avoid mistakes at crucial moments. For instance, now, he had no desire to descend in avatar form.

This amount of source power could tempt a weak god like the God of Hunt, Marla, but it was too little for him. Descending to compete for it would be beneath him.

Yes, that's right, it was absolutely not because of any baseless fear of the Epic Titans. As the mighty Storm Lord, one of the top gods in the Erathia world, why would he care about Epic Titans?

In the heavens, although many evil gods watched this battlefield, most of those who truly intervened were like Marla, the Whip Girl, and the Slime God, belonging to the weakest among the gods.

The truly powerful deities, such as the Storm Lord Talos, the God of Tyranny Bane, and the God of Murder Cyric, had no intention of intervening. They were just waiting for further developments, playing the role of quiet, onlooking gods.

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"Roar! Source power." Marla, having gnawed the legendary sea beast in his hand down to a skeleton, roared. The barbarian he possessed had been transformed beyond recognition, looking like a bizarre mix between a baboon and a lion, difficult to describe but undoubtedly ugly.

"An avatar of a god!" Muria, backed by the Dragon King's power, looked up at Marla's avatar, now almost as large as him.

"Can you withstand my blade?" Seeing the greedy beast eyeing him, Muria also examined this God of Hunt, sensing something special within it that attracted him.

Without further words, the two titanic beings clashed, blood splattering. As expected, Marla was injured by Muria in the first exchange, having not sent down his divine weapon.

"Dragon King!" Marla glanced warily at the majestic dragon king phantom behind Muria, engaging in battle with greed for the source power. The wound Muria inflicted on him was slowly healing.

"As expected of a god's avatar, truly troublesome!" Muria frowned slightly. His weapon could cut Marla's avatar's body, but it was like slicing through tough leather with a dull knife, each inch requiring more effort. He couldn't kill this beast as easily as ordinary legends.

"Clang!" "Roar!" The sound of weapons clashing rang out as Muria and Marla fought fiercely. Even with the Dragon King's power and a superior weapon, Muria found himself gradually being overpowered by Marla.

Though Marla was the weakest among the gods, he was still a god, an entity revered and feared by countless mortals. Moreover, he had existed for a long time, with divine roles related to hunting and tracking, making him adept at combat.

"More avatars are descending." Muria's face darkened as he saw several divine lights, similar to Marla's, merging with inconspicuous beings on the battlefield. Divine auras spread, legends retreated, souls bowed, and gold prostrated...

"Marla, step back! This Titan is mine!" A domineering voice rang out, full of arrogance, making one uncomfortable just hearing it.

"Why should I? He's my prey!" Marla sneered at a blue-green-skinned female not far away. Her hands had claws, her eyes were pearly white, and her hair was living seaweed—Ambori, the Ocean Goddess, also serving the Storm Lord.

"Because I'm stronger than you!" Ambori, driven by hatred and greed, slashed at Marla's avatar with her trident. The chaotic relationship between the gods was reflected in their followers' immediate battles.

"This is the material realm; how much stronger can you be?" Marla, using his transformed body to block the Sea Queen's strike, roared confidently.

In the material realm, gods had a limit to their power, so it wasn't rare for a weak god's avatar to defeat a stronger one's avatar under such conditions.

"Then I'll show you the difference between us." After striking Muria aside with her trident, Ambori began fighting Marla, seemingly intending to subdue her subordinate.

"Idiots, all of them." A girl with a graceful figure, gray-white skin covered in dark red tattoos, and long black hair reaching her hips appeared before Muria. She held a snake-headed whip in one hand and covered her mouth with the other, laughing madly.

"Get lost!" A half-human, half-spider creature appeared beside the Whip Girl. Every god who descended wanted to claim the source power within Muria for themselves, unwilling to share with others.

"Spider Queen, I'm not afraid of you!" The girl, her body still bearing whip marks, swung her snake-headed whip at the Spider Queen's avatar, showing no fear.