Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 934 - 513 It seems like we scared her

Chapter 934: Chapter 513 It seems like we scared her

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Chapter 934: Chapter 513 It seems like we scared her

The Titan said they went back…

The amount of information in that sentence was huge, so huge that Anthony and the others looked at each other: “Went back? Back where?”

In fact, everyone already had a guess in their hearts. Where do Titans come from?

From the Master Plane, the most likely thing is that they went back to the Master Plane, and before the arrival of the Faith Storm, the Titans also conveyed a message through lightning: “Thunder will eventually return.”

So the Titans definitely intended to return to the Master Plane, and Negris and others even analyzed why.

“Why would the Titans flee? Isn’t it because of Your Majesty and the Church of Light? I even suspect that the Titans came here with the exiled God of Light,” Anthony analyzed.

“Now the world is changing, the situation has become very different, Your Majesty has also come to this world, re-establishing the Undead Empire. To those Titans, it’s like a nightmare that won’t go away. At this time, what is their best choice?” Anthony asked.

Durken said: “You come over, I go back, just avoiding you.”

“Right, if there was some attack that could clean up all the gods in the Master Plane, it would be even better. Once the Titans returned, they would be the strongest species in the Master Plane instantly. Therefore, they notified the dwarves in advance to protect the War God and God of Forging. When the Thunder God returns, the Titans and the dwarves will have three deities. In a blink, they’d become the overlords of the Master Plane,” he concluded.

“Hiss—Are the Titans that clever?” Negris asked with an acidic tone.

“That’s a stereotype you have there. Have you forgotten about how we were duped by the Copperhammer Dwarven King?” The stereotype of the dwarves as being down-to-earth and simpleminded had caused Anthony to lower his guard, and he was rarely tricked.

He had brought fine wine himself, only for it to be drunk by the other party, and he even had to repair their War God chessboard for them. After fixing it, he had to watch the recordings with them. If Lord Ange hadn’t confiscated his hammer, he would have been at a significant loss.

So the conclusion was drawn: returning to the Master Plane was the best choice for the Titan race.

But what the Titans didn’t know was that a more aberrant fellow had appeared on the Master Plane, someone who could unite the Church of Light, Magic Stars, humans, elves, giant dragons, dwarves, the Undead, and all other forces.

“So, they went back to the Master Plane? How did they return? Where are they now?” Negris asked.

Anthony shook his head blankly. Obviously, this kind of information was not something that could be spread through thunder.

“Then we can only warn everyone on the Master Plane to be more vigilant. Ange, later you should inform Tyrone. He has always been observing changes in the Void. Perhaps the Titans haven’t returned to the Master Plane yet, but he might have already discovered them,” Negris said.

Astrology was Tyrone’s hobby, and the Astrology Tower of the Stellaris Academy was also the most advanced in the Master Plane. When the Faith Storm had approached, he had noticed it too, but due to a lack of information, he was unable to link the astral signs to specific events. Once reminded, he would be able to make the connection himself.

Ange agreed to do so. Then Negris asked, “What’s that in your hand?”

The iron javelin that Ange had pulled out was found on a statue in the Underwater Titan City. The material was very special; although it was made of iron, after soaking in the sea for so many years, it only had a layer of rust on the surface. Could it be stainless steel?

But that wasn’t the most amazing part. After a bout of lightning washed over it, it actually restored itself to its original state.

When it was hit by lightning, the electricity that flowed into the ground could engender some thunder-related crops, like Thunderstruck Wood, for example, and even assist in the cultivation of Purple Corpses and other Mixed-Blood Titans.

However, it was later found that a typical Lightning Tower could also achieve this, so the important thing was the lightning, not the iron javelin. Thus, Durken designed a ninety-something meter Lightning Tower, which he had the dwarves build and erect in areas where thunderstorms were frequent for Purple Corpse and others to cultivate, and the iron javelin was then left unused.

But now, the six- to seven-meter long iron javelin had disappeared, turning into a ball of lightning. What was this thing?

Ange gripped it tightly, and the ball of lightning ‘squeezed’ into a javelin. Ange looked at the javelin in his hand, tilted his head, and then took a stride, leaned back his upper body, stretched out his arm, and his entire skeleton extended backward like a bow. Then suddenly he sprang forward, launching the javelin.

A very standard throwing posture. The javelin turned into a bolt of lightning that diagonally pierced the sky, and it was gone in an instant.

Anthony and Durken both widened their eyes in shock, shouting, “Did you see it clearly? Did you see it clearly?”

“No, no, I just saw a black line woosh and then it disappeared,” Durken also exclaimed in shock.

Don’t blame them for being astonished. Both Anthony and Durken were two of the world’s top powerhouses, one a Pope and the other one of the owners of the Four Great Subtemples of the Resting Camp. If they couldn’t see the javelin clearly, there were few in the world who could.

A Little Yellow Book flew up, and Negris’s roar filled the air: “Is this the time to discuss this issue?! That Dead Skull threw the javelin away! Threw it! Threw it! Who’s going to hurry up and fetch it back?!”

Then he turned to Ange and shouted, “Why did you throw it into the sky? Are you going to fetch it?! Throw it onto the mountain.”

Ange shook his head, “It will explode,” he said while making a pressing motion with both hands.

It will explode? The iron javelin will explode? Or… will it blow up the mountain?

As the confusion lingered, at the center of where Ange pressed with his hands, a spark of electricity appeared.

“Hiss, the Thunderbolt Javelin, the real Thunderbolt Javelin, the kind that gets thrown and instantly returns to one’s hand!” Durken exclaimed in shock.