The moment Atiri, the Thunder Titan, heard Amigul''s declaration, he was consumed with fury.


    "Titan Glory can never be shattered by the likes of you insects!"


    "Amigul, you once groveled at my feet, begging for my mercy. Now, I''ll offer you one last chance: Kneel, and you may live!"


    Perhaps it was the relentless threat posed by the Goblin alliance that had been hanging over him, but for the first time, the proud Thunder Titan decided to spare them.


    Among the eight Titans present, only three were fully grown— the others were still juvenile.


    Even though these young Titans stood nearly a hundred meters tall, their strength was far from legendary.


    For once, Atiri, the mighty Thunder Titan, relented.


    But Amigul shook his head, his resolve unwavering.


    He looked at the massive Titan before him and shouted defiantly,


    "Atiri, I despise the shame you’ve inflicted upon me! From that day forward, I shall never kneel again!"


    With a roar, Amigul raised his Amigul''s Spear high, launching himself into the air to confront Atiri.


    "Today, we will strike down the Titans. Everyone, charge with me!"


    To challenge a demigod as a mere legend was an act of sheer courage, one worthy of songs!


    As Amigul flew into battle, the allied forces of the Goblin army and their continent-wide allies were invigorated by his bravery. Their morale surged as they rushed forward to engage the Titan forces.


    The battle began in earnest, swords clashing and bodies colliding with savage force.


    The bloodshed reached its peak in the heart of the battlefield, where Amigul and Atiri clashed.


    What Jano had expected—a quick death or retreat for Amigul—did not come to pass.


    Instead, Amigul''s body radiated an overwhelming red energy, a torrent of blood that surged through him like a great force, like a firestorm tearing through the sky.


    That incredible power—this was no mere legend. Amigul had transformed into a demigod!


    To Jano''s surprise, Amigul was not just a legendary hero, but a demigod!


    This was the advancement of the Blood Knight lineage, which had long ago crossed into the realm of the demigod knight.


    Around the other two Titan demigods, there were at least ten Goblin legends battling alongside them!


    The remaining five Titans were being contained by the combined forces of Trolls, Dwarves, and the elite Goblin armies, with the Yellow Cloak Guard taking part in the battle.


    Even the Legends of Feland were not invincible.


    Despite their overwhelming numbers and abilities, they could still be slain by the hands of those below their rank— a well-trained force of mere mortals could take down even the most storied of Legends.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    Watching the battle unfold, Jano finally understood the true strength of the Goblin King.


    The depth of the Goblin power was truly staggering.


    Over twenty Legends, and a demigod— no wonder they could build such a vast empire, dominating the second chapter of Feland''s history!


    But now that the line had been drawn, there was no turning back.


    As the Titan air forces led by Hawkmens, griffins, and flying beasts soared into the fray, Jano raised his bronze longsword and shouted to his forces.


    "Today, we will prove ourselves in the skies! We are here to show the sky-dwelling pigs that the skies belong to the Winged Ones!"


    "Draw your bows! Grip your swords! Let’s defeat them!"


    "Let their heads become the stepping stones on our way to power!"


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    Proadas Mountain, towering above the plain, was an awe-inspiring sight. Its sheer height made it difficult to tell whether it was a creation of nature or a product of ancient engineering.


    This Proadas Plain, barely a thousand miles in length, lay at the heart of the battlefield, surrounded by the Night Whispering Forest to the southwest, an oval-shaped lake to the east, and a narrow mountain range bordering the northern plains.


    It was an ideal place for the Winged Ones to fight.


    As the Titan air forces of nearly a hundred thousand strong approached, Jano led his Winged Ones to a higher elevation, keeping their distance as they rained down arrows from above.


    When the enemy tried to close the gap, the Winged Ones would pull back, maintaining their aerial advantage.


    When the distance couldn''t be maintained, the frontline Winged Ones would throw down their bows, draw their swords, and engage in close-quarters combat, using their bodies and blood to block the advance of Hawkmens, Griffins, and Hawks!


    The long-range aerial suppression was devastating.


    Even the Griffins, with their wind magic and powerful individual abilities, were driven into retreat by the sheer strength of the Winged Ones and their relentless tactics.


    Seeing this, Jano understood why the Titans had underestimated them— this was a battle of pure attrition.


    A thousand arrows fired at once, from such a high altitude, could overwhelm even the most formidable foe.


    The battlefield was strewn with the bodies of Titans, their air forces scattered and defeated.


    But as Jano scanned the battlefield, he noticed something— there was no sign of the Titan King or his elite generals.


    Perhaps, even within the Titan ranks, not all were willing to fully commit to this war.


    After hours of fighting, the Winged Ones managed to secure a victory at the skies’ edge, though at a cost of three thousand lives.


    Now, the Titan aerial threat had been eliminated, but the war was far from over.


    Jano knew this was only the beginning of their struggle.


    He reassembled his forces and prepared for the next phase of the campaign— ground combat against the Titans.


    The road ahead would be long and hard, but with the Titan aerial forces neutralized, the victory was now within reach.


    As Jano scanned the battlefield, he noticed something unusual. Why was it that the Titan Giants, beings of unimaginable strength, were being matched by the Goblin Legends? Then it struck him—every one of the Goblin Legends was wielding a strange alchemical device.


    Looking toward the Goblin central camp, he saw strange alchemical constructs, firing upon the Titans with destructive force.


    To Jano, the weapons being used by the Goblins seemed strangely familiar, resembling the super cannons from his previous life.