Chapter 90

"Have you grown taller?!" Nagris exclaimed in shock, as the originally two-meter-seventy-tall Purple Skeletons had grown even taller, now estimated to be around two meters ninety, a growth of nearly fifteen centimeters.

While kneeling, they hadn't noticed, but now standing up, the sense of oppression was much stronger.

"We've grown taller? Isn't it that you've shrunk? How can we grow so fast? I'm two hundred years old and I've only grown to this height..." The Purple Skeleton wore an expression of disbelief, completely unconvinced by Nagris's words. It was more likely that Nagris and the others had shrunk.

However, before he could finish speaking, a clan member weakly said, "Clan, Clan Leader, look at the Great Shaman."

The Purple Skeleton turned to look. The Great Shaman, who was originally a bit shorter than her, was now half a head shorter. Not just her, all the young Purple Skeletons had grown half a head taller, except for the Great Shaman and six or seven older clan members who remained the same.

The Great Shaman and the few older clan members looked in shock at the younger generation who had grown half a head taller. "H-How did you grow taller? W-Why aren't we growing?"

"You're old, past your growth spurt. Once you pass puberty, you don't grow anymore," Nagris said.

Ang's divine skill is the Rapid Death Aura, which accelerates not time but the entire life process, hastening the approach of death.

Don't be fooled by its seemingly weak effect; Nagris just realized its insidious nature. It can make you hungry in a very short time. Just a few minutes of combat can leave enemies so weak from hunger that they'd eat dirt.

In the future, anyone who dares to fight Ang will have to hold a knife in one hand and a pancake in the other.

"Sir, do you mean these children can still grow?" The Great Shaman, understanding Nagris's words, suddenly asked with great anticipation.

"Ah? I guess so. You, the... uh, Purple Skeletons, should be able to. Awakening your bloodline talents might help," Nagris stammered, unsure how to explain.

These Purple Skeletons seemed unaware of their true identity, but they were half-Titans. Nagris could only tell that they possessed the bloodline of the Gold Titan, also known as the Thunder Titan, but the specifics were unclear. Who knew what other creature's blood they had mixed?

If they were pure-blooded Thunder Titans, that would be incredible. They would be the Titan gods, the Lord of Thunder, the God of Lightning, immortal and immensely powerful, towering and terrifying beings.

Theoretically, if these Purple Skeletons could awaken their bloodline powers, they should gain some of the Thunder Titan's abilities, but who could say for sure? Theoretically? I'm the God of Knowledge, and I still get beaten up every day.

"That's great. You know about bloodline talents. Do you know how to make them awaken their bloodline talents? It's been too long here, our numbers are dwindling, and our bloodline is degenerating. In the past, our ancestors occasionally produced strong individuals who awakened their bloodline talents, but now there are none. We're getting shorter, and our ancestors were all over three meters tall before they awakened their bloodline talents. Do you think the Purple Skeletons can grow over three meters?"

The Great Shaman chattered on, completely forgetting about the younger generation growing taller while they didn't.

"Maybe. I think they're just malnourished. They just need to eat more," Nagris said.

The power of the Titans comes from their bloodline talents. Once awakened, everything becomes possible. But from the current situation, these guys are malnourished. They need to eat well before talking about bloodlines.

As the dragon proverb goes, a dragon that eats grass will never grow.

The food they needed was growing vigorously. Ang noticed a problem: the seeds buried deep were forced to grow, and their roots went deep, making them particularly robust. The yield of grain increased significantly, breaking a thousand pounds per acre.

It might be the good soil here, or maybe it's because they were buried deep. We'll try deep burial when we return.

After digging up the footprints and harvesting the grain, Ang demonstrated the planting process and taught them techniques for weeding, pest control, bird repellent, fertilizing, soil loosening, burning, and insulation.

The Purple Skeletons and the Great Shaman were overwhelmed: "God of Purple Skeletons, why don't you take us in? Farming is too hard. Let us go fight. We are brave in battle, even the black cat is no match for us. Let us go fight, just give us food."

Nagris's heart raced at the Purple Skeleton's words. Good grief, half-Titans are still Titans. The Purple Skeleton can match a初级剑圣 with just her body, and the others, while not as strong as her, are all at the Great Swordsman level.

Heaven, just a meal, and you can support over twenty Great Swordsmen and a Sword Saint? Is it that cheap? If well-fed, they could undergo a second growth spurt, awaken their bloodline talents, and with the right equipment, twenty Sword Saint-level Titans leading the way... the thought was exhilarating.

Nagris was already imagining a grand scene with a group of Titans leading the charge, but Ang said, "No fighting."

The Purple Skeleton and the Great Shaman sighed in disappointment.

Nagris quickly pulled Ang aside and persuaded him, "No fighting, but they can pull carts. Some land is compacted and needs deep plowing. These Titans are great for that, strong and cheap. Take them in."

"Okay," Ang said.

Nagris almost bit his tongue at how quickly Ang agreed: "You agreed so quickly when it came to plowing!"

Ang tilted his head, confused, and said, "No fighting, take in." Ang only said no fighting, not no taking in.

"You...," Nagris's anger was stifled in his throat. After a moment, he decided not to get angry; otherwise, Ang would drive him crazy.

"Ang has agreed to take you in, but the fighting positions are filled. If you're willing, you can pull carts and plow fields when we return. Is that okay?" Nagris asked.

The Purple Skeleton and the Great Shaman exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with joy. They knelt down in unison, "Yes, yes, anything. We can do anything."

+20 Titan Farmers.

Heaven, the implication of the adult's words was that Lord Ang would take them away from this plane. Heaven, as long as they could leave here, they were willing to do anything.

Those who haven't been here can't understand how desperately they want to leave this plane.

The barrenness here makes survival a struggle. Malnutrition, delayed development, inability to awaken bloodline talents, decreasing numbers, a vicious cycle. If this continues, they might go extinct soon.

This is a harsh and very real problem. As long as they can leave here, they are willing to pay any price.

In conversation, they arrived at the foot of the stone mountain. Climbing up the slope, they reached the cave where the Purple Skeletons lived. As they walked, Ang suddenly stopped and looked up at the middle of the stone mountain.

A large chunk was missing, as if something had bitten out of it. The entire stone mountain was missing a large piece. Over time, the marks had faded, and at first glance, it looked natural.

But Ang was certain it was caused by something colliding, as he sensed a presence, a presence that instilled fear.

"There, something is there," Ang pointed to the indentation.

"Let's go see. Could it be there? By the way, where did you find the hand bones?" he asked the Purple Skeleton, pointing to the arm bone on his own arm.

The Purple Skeleton pointed to the indentation, "Right there."

The group climbed and flew to the indentation. The closer they got, the clearer the presence Ang sensed became. It was indeed the presence of the Bone Rock, identical to the hand bone.

These traces were left a thousand years ago, and they were still clearly perceptible today, showing the Bone Rock's power back then.

At the bottom of the impact crater was a pile of large rocks. Nagris asked, "Have you dug here?"

"Yes, my ancestors dug here before. The wings and hand bones were found here," the Purple Skeleton said.

"Is there anything else below?" Nagris asked.

The Purple Skeleton and the Great Shaman exchanged a glance and shook their heads, "We don't know. My ancestors couldn't dig it all out. To clear all the rocks, everyone would need to work non-stop for a month without eating or drinking. But they couldn't do that; they needed to hunt and gather to survive. So they stopped after a few days. Later, our numbers decreased, and we couldn't dig anymore."

"That is a massive project. We need to think of another way..." Nagris said, but was interrupted by the sound of heavy objects falling.

Turning around, he saw Ang continuously moving the grain, quickly piling it into a small mountain. Then he pointed to the rocks at the bottom of the pit, "Dig for a month."

Without food and water, it would take a month. With food and water, how long would it take?

With food and water, the Purple Skeletons were in high spirits, working hard. A few hundred pounds of rock could be easily carried by any Purple Skeleton.

For the heavier ones, two or three people worked together. For the ones that even three or five people couldn't move, Ang took over.

Ang was very strong, especially the Gold Skull, known for its immense strength. However, even he couldn't carry the massive rocks that three or five half-Titans couldn't move. But he had a very practical magic spell, the Soil Loosening Spell.

He continuously cast the spell on the rocks. If it didn't work after dozens of times, he cast it hundreds of times, and if it didn't work after hundreds, he cast it thousands of times, eventually shattering the rocks.

The half-Titans just needed to eat and work, rest when tired, and drink when thirsty. The Purple Skeletons and her clan felt unprecedented satisfaction.

No longer worrying about the next meal, they worked diligently, feeling a simple happiness.

After a few days, everyone had gained weight, their faces rosy, and the Purple Skeleton had grown another five centimeters.

A month later, the Purple Skeleton moved a large rock and suddenly shouted excitedly, "We found it, we found it! White, white."

It was a white skeleton lying in a spread-eagled position, embedded in the cracked rock layer. The bones were delicate and lustrous, with an ivory-like sheen. Tapping on them produced a metallic sound.

Nagris and Ang had seen many such skeletons. The angel skeleton looked just like this, and this skeleton was about one and a half meters tall. If not for seeing it dug out, Nagris would have thought it was an angel skeleton.

Looking at its deformed shoulder blades, Nagris said, "This should be the holy remains of a Six-Winged Archangel. But if it's a Six-Winged Archangel, why is there only one socket on the shoulder blades? Where are the other wings?"

Could another angel have died here?

Under Nagris's direction, the Purple Skeletons continued to clear the area. Even after all the rocks were removed and the complete rock layer was exposed, no Bone Rock skeleton or other angel wings were found.

"Either another angel died here, or the Six-Winged Archangel's shoulder blades only have one socket, and the other wings are attached to the first pair," Nagris speculated.

"Roar!" Ang turned and shouted out of the pit. To determine the exact situation, they needed to bring in the angel skeleton, whose wings belonged to a Six-Winged Archangel.

But after Ang called, there was no sign of it.

Nagris sighed, "It must have run off somewhere. Ang, letting them run around like this is dangerous. The Purple Skeletons said there's a large black cat in the forest. From their description, it's likely a Nightblade Leopard, but it's too large. It can bite through a Purple Skeleton's body in one bite. Such a leopard is not smaller than a half-Titan."

As he spoke, a flash of light erupted in the distant forest.

Nagris's eyes widened, "Holy Light! Not good, the angel skeleton! Lightning, Lightning, come quickly."

It was in vain. Lightning wasn't nearby. As long as the Purple Skeletons were around, Lightning wouldn't show up, as the Purple Skeletons loved to pet and hug him.

Luther needed to use his Aura to suppress him, but the Purple Skeletons didn't. They just used brute force, and he couldn't escape. So now, Lightning ran as far as he could from the Purple Skeletons.

After calling Lightning twice with no response, Nagris had a bad feeling. Sure enough, his body sank as Ang sat on him.

What could he do? Fly. Flapping his wings, he carried Ang forward. Annoyed by his slow speed, Ang used the Pollination Spell to assist him.

Flying into the forest, they saw trees rustling in the distance. Soon, a horse, a skeleton with drooping wings, a zombie, and a Sword Saint stuffing beets into his mouth, were dragging a large black leopard toward them.

The Purple Skeletons, who had rushed over with their weapons, were stunned and said in disbelief, "The big black cat, the big black cat, you killed the big black cat? How is that possible?"

This black leopard had been harassing the Purple Skeletons for years. Although they could always drive it away, they never had the chance to kill it.

What twenty half-Titans couldn't do, these four had accomplished?

The angel skeleton ran over to Ang, patted its ribs, and pointed at the black leopard, "Roar!"

It wasn't the four of them working together, but Luther taking the brunt of the leopard's attacks while the angel skeleton fired a shot into its belly, and the two of them finished it off.

That night, the Purple Skeletons, who hadn't eaten meat in a long time, and Luther feasted until they were greasy. The remaining skeleton was taken by Ang and placed in the Palace of Rest. +1 Beast Skeleton.

After a month of hard work, they only found the holy remains, not the wings or the Bone Rock skeleton. Disappointed, they decided to return.

Before leaving, Nagris bribed Lightning, leading him to the deep part of the indentation, and let him urinate in the spot where the holy remains had been found.

"This isn't the Bone Rock's grave. What's the point of making me urinate here?" Lightning couldn't understand Nagris's logic.

Nagris sneered, "He could only take his opponent down with him, but I can urinate on his opponent's grave. Who's the stronger one?"

"No, you can't," Lightning sneered, "I'm the stronger one."

Nagris's urge to cut off this "horse's" horn rose again.

They returned through the teleportation array. As soon as they emerged, Anna ran over to greet the sapling, playing for a while before suddenly remembering something, "Oh, sir, the elves have been looking for you frantically."