Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 625

Chapter 625: Chapter 349: Getting Used to New Tricks_2
 

“Don’t you have a Titan under you? Although of mixed blood, they share the bloodline of the Thunder Titans.” Durken puzzledly asked.

“You mean the Purple Corpse? No, they are not from this dimension.” Negris explained the origins of the Purple Corpse.

“Oh wow, is it Locke’s shamanistic system?” Durken exclaimed in surprise.

The Purple Skeleton Titan still follows the social structure of the primordial tribe. It leans into shamanism, bloodlines, totems, and nature worship. Even though they have no relationship with Locke, they chose to worship his hand bone as the tribe’s totem, creating a system called the shamanistic system.

If they had a blood relationship, it would be a bloodline instead.

Having clarified the origins of the Purple Corpse, Durken spoke again: “The Titans were chased away by humans.”

“Chased away by humans? Where were they chased to?” Negris asked in surprise.

Could Titans be easily chased away? Not to mention anything else, but with the combat power of the Purple Skeleton Titan alone, about twenty of them could stand against thousands of human soldiers. And let’s not even talk about the full-blooded Titans.

Any Thunder Titan, standing at a towering height of six meters, flinging thunderbolt spears as if it’s free, capable of both close and long-range attacks. Who could dislodge them once they’ve claimed a territory?

“How would I know? Perhaps they were chased to the dimension where you found the Purple Skeleton Titans. They can stand against a thousand soldiers, but do you know how many soldiers there are in human society? The number of Titans is too small; unlike you dragons, they can’t fly. There’s no other option but to leave.” Durken shrugged.

Because of the Titan’s departure, what should have been the Titan’s sacred temple fell into disuse and gradually sank into the sea due to various geological changes.

After touring around the building, Negris was stunned: “This is even more rudimentary than the Undead Temple.”

“Hey hey hey, what are you talking about? How can the Undead Temple be called rudimentary? That’s minimalism, that’s style, you just don’t appreciate it.” Durken rushed to defend.

“Oh, so you designed the Undead Temple? It’s rudimentary.”

“Minimalist.”

“Rudimentary, ow…..”

Whilst they bickered, Ange finished touring the entire temple. Indeed, just as Negris had described, it was rudimentary. It was essentially just a stone house built from piles of rocks and stones, only that it’s particularly large.

There wasn’t any furniture or utensils inside, it was just an empty room, like a magnified version of a primitive stone house.

“There’s nothing worth seeing; let’s go. It’s too rudimentary. These Titans didn’t even leave any treasures behind.” Negris was disappointed.

Ange nodded, turned towards the water surface, and swam away. After swimming for a while, he remembered something and turned back. He broke off the Thunderbolt Spear from the statue of the Titan God.

“An iron spear, what do you want it for?” Negris said displeasedly: “Are you taking it back for forging?”

When clearing the silt originally, they had carefully examined this spear. It was just a common iron rod, shaped to look like a thunderbolt spear for decoration.

The surface wasn’t even treated; it was rusted from being soaking in the sea for a long time.

The material was nothing special. Its weight, however, was not small. Due to the immense size of the statue, the spear was six or seven meters long, its weight was estimated to be several tons. Even storing it in the Dimension would be a waste of Soul Energy.

“For the Purple Corpse,” Ange said.

Such a giant spear for the Purple Corpse? The Purple Corpse was pleased to no end. Almost got crushed by the spear, it was just over three meters tall. You tossed her a spear six or seven meters long, are you trying to kill her?

Finally, it was the Great Shaman’s idea to stick the spear into the ground and worship it as a totem.

That evening, when it usually didn’t thunder, thunder suddenly rattled near the Fallen Dragon Lake. The electric spark fell from the sky, hit the spear, turned into silvery snakes, and conducted around through the ground, awakening all the sleeping Purple Skeleton Titans around the area.

When everyone came over, they saw a group of Purple Corpse Titans with their hair standing on ends.

Ange’s gaze first fell on the spear. It was originally full of rust spots, but at this moment it had entirely shed its rust, revealing the metal underneath.

“How are you guys? Is anyone hurt?” Looking at the Titans with their hair standing up, Negris asked concernedly.

The Purple Corpse opened her mouth and smoke billowed out: “No-no-nothing’s wrong, just a little numb.”

As soon as she opened her mouth, smoke came out. By the time she finished her sentence, a string of smoke balls had already emerged from her head.

Not only was there no injury but also, due to the bloodline of the Thunder Titan, the Purple Corpse even felt powerful throughout her body. She hugged the lightning and rubbed her head.

A Thunderbolt Spear taken off a statue could actually draw down lightning?

“It seems this is not an ordinary iron spear. It probably lost all its energy and looked like iron. If the lightning could charge it, it might restore its original appearance.” Durken analyzed. He extended his hand to touch the spear but before his hand could touch it, an electric current zapped him.

Durken’s body shook uncontrollably on the spot before eventually managing to stand still. Luckily, Ange used his Hand of the Mage to pull him back.

“Why did I get shocked? I’m a Witch; my body isn’t conductive…” Durken is not the Son of Thunder. Not only was he electrocuted, but his skin also turned red and hot, splitting open.

“Serves you right for touching it without thought.” Negris said annoyed.