Chapter 352: Play New Tricks, Get Used to It

"Is this a Titan's city?" Ang sank into the sea, swimming toward the direction indicated by Black Crow, and soon saw a city and several statues buried in the seabed mud.

After seeing those statues, Negrilis voiced the question above.

Because the distance from the sea surface was not great, sunlight penetrated down, illuminating the entire city; only upon closer approach did they realize the city's structures were immensely colossal.

No matter how gigantic a city, time eventually buries it under sand and soil—the buildings were nearly entirely buried, most reduced to just their rooftops.

The mud had submerged more than half of the structures; the giant statues were submerged up to their chests and waists, only their upper bodies exposed. In a few more decades, even the rooftops might vanish.

Ang circled to one of the statues; Negrilis examined it closely and confirmed: "Indeed, this is a Titan's city—this is the statue of the Titan King."

Ang moved to another statue; Negrilis carefully identified: "This is one of the Three Titans—the Son of Lightning."

Then Negrilis couldn't help shouting for Lightning: "Lightning, Lightning, come look! Lightning's favorite—this is Lightning's favorite!"

"Let me see, let me see!" Lightning shoved wildly, but saw nothing—Negrilis could only see outside by projecting onto Ang's body; it couldn't project on its own.

Unless Ang pulled it out now—but it couldn't breathe underwater.

"You can't see anything—describe it. Is Lightning's favorite handsome?" Lightning asked restlessly.

"Handsome? Like a weasel." Negrilis stared at the emaciated pet statue beside the Son of Lightning's feet.

Ang moved to the third statue; Negrilis hesitated after examining it: "Is this the God of Smithing? The dwarf God of Smithing?"

Both appearance and divine runes unmistakably matched the dwarf God of Smithing, scaled up—was the legend of dwarves having Titan bloodline true?

"Much is buried under the mud, hard to see clearly," Negrilis said with regret.

Ang tilted his head, raised his hand, and cast a spell—water arrows shot continuously at thirteen per second toward the mud.

Thirteen water arrows per second? That's equivalent to a high-power water cannon—wherever it struck, the mud was washed away, revealing the structures beneath.

Sssss, sssss—massive amounts of mud surged upward, exposing the city's original form; once the mud was thoroughly stirred, the entire sea turned murky, and only then did Ang redirect his spell toward the open ocean.

Vast quantities of seawater were blasted outward; seawater from other areas rushed in to fill the void, carrying away the murky mud. After over an hour, the Titan city revealed its full, buried form.

"Tsk tsk tsk—this effect is nearly identical to the Arcane Magic 'Tidal Surge,' yet achieved purely by stacking low-level spells. Remarkable," Du Luo said in admiration.

Negrilis disagreed: "Far from it—the instantaneous destructive power is weak. But for clearing mud? It's excellent."

"Look back at those ships—they'd disagree with you," Du Luo said.

Negrilis turned—there, a narwhal semi-submersible was spinning upside-down in the water, caught in a vortex created by Ang's redirected currents, unable to advance or retreat.

Other ships on the surface drifted wildly, desperately trying to flee the area, but the undercurrents acted like invisible hands, constantly altering their courses.

In the age of sails, propulsion relied entirely on currents and wind—once an undercurrent appeared, escaping via sail alone was no easy feat.

Thus, to sailing ships, Ang's magic was indistinguishable from Arcane Magic like 'Tidal Surge.'

"Ang, stop—the Black Crow's ship is caught in your vortex."

"Oh." Ang gently shifted the current's position; the semi-submersible immediately spun upward toward the surface.

It surfaced quickly; the hatch flew open, and a snake-woman crawled out, dazed, gasping for air—halfway through, she vomited violently.

Before she finished, someone inside shoved her hard into the water; Black Crow surfaced, gasping and retching.

Before she finished vomiting, someone else shoved her again—another snake-woman emerged.

Finally, Black Crow and the snake-woman, dizzy and pale from vomiting, collapsed onto the semi-submersible, weakly murmuring: "I… I nearly… died from the residual force… I'll never… never… get close to the Lord again."

Black Crow once again felt the gap—she, the Four Seas King, the beautiful captain of the pirate fleet, nearly died from the vortex caused by Ang's mud-clearing.

"Poor child. May her soul rest in peace," Negrilis offered with malicious delight.

With the mud cleared, Negrilis realized these structures shouldn't be called a city—there were only five buildings, but their scale was so immense they rivaled a small human city in area, yet only five structures total.

"This must be a temple," Du Luo said.

Ang descended toward the ground; Negrilis seized the chance to ask: "By the way, where did the Titans go? The Main Plane has always had legends of Titans, yet no one has ever seen one. Why?"

"Aren't you the ones who have Titans? Even if they're half-breeds, they still carry the bloodline of Lightning Titans," Du Luo asked, puzzled.

"You mean Zi Hai? No, they came from another plane," Negrilis explained Zi Hai's origins.

"Oh? So it's Locke's Witch System?" Du Luo exclaimed.

Zi Hai's Titans still lived in primitive tribal society—using witchcraft, bloodline, totems, and nature worship. They had no connection to Locke, yet due to nature worship, they venerated Locke's hand bone as their tribal totem—this system is called the Witch System.

If there were blood ties, it would be a bloodline.

After understanding Zi Hai's origins, Du Luo said: "The Titans were driven out by humans."

"Driven out by humans? Where to?" Negrilis asked in surprise.

Could Titans be casually driven out? Consider Zi Hai's combat power—just twenty could match a thousand human soldiers, let alone full-blooded Titans.

Any full-blooded Lightning Titan stood six meters tall, hurling lightning spears like they were free—capable of both melee and ranged combat. Once they claimed territory, who could drive them away?

"How should I know? Maybe they were driven to the plane where you found Zi Hai. Who knows? They can match a thousand soldiers, but do you know how many human soldiers there are? Titans are too few, can't fly like dragons—leaving was their only option," Du Luo shrugged.

With the Titans' departure, this temple—likely a Titan temple—was abandoned, then sank into the sea due to geological changes.

After touring the building, Negrilis was stunned: "This is even more primitive than the Necropolis!"

"Hey hey hey, what's that? The Necropolis isn't primitive—it's minimalist, it's style, you just don't appreciate it," Du Luo protested.

"Oh, you designed the Necropolis? Then it's primitive."

"Minimalist."

"Primitive. Oh come on…"

Amid their bickering, Ang finished touring the temple—indeed, as Negrilis said, it was primitive: merely massive stone blocks and slabs stacked into stone huts.

There were no furnishings or vessels inside—empty, like a giant version of primitive stone huts.

"Nothing worth seeing. Let's go. Too primitive. These Titans didn't even leave behind any treasures," Negrilis said disappointedly.

Ang nodded, turned, and swam toward the surface. After swimming a while, he suddenly remembered something and turned back, prying the lightning spear from the Titan King's statue.

"A rusty iron spear. What are you taking it for?" Negrilis grumbled. "Going to forge with it?"

When clearing the mud, he'd already examined the spear—it was just an ordinary iron bar shaped like a lightning spear, purely decorative.

No surface treatment at all; years in seawater had rusted it completely.

The material was unremarkable, but the weight was immense—due to the statue's size, the spear was six to seven meters long, weighing several tons. Such a thing was too heavy even for storage—it wasted soul energy.

"For Zi Hai," Ang said.

Giving Zi Hai such a massive spear? She'd be thrilled—overwhelmed. She's only three meters tall; you hand her a six-to-seven-meter spear? You're trying to kill her!

Eventually, the Grand Witch suggested planting the spear into the ground as a totem.

That night, over the normally quiet Dragonfall Lake, thunder suddenly cracked—a bolt of lightning struck the spear, transforming into a silver serpent that traveled along the ground, jolting awake all sleeping Zi Hai Titans.

When they arrived, they saw a group of Zi Hai Titans with hair standing on end.

Ang's gaze immediately fell on the spear—the once-rusted iron spear now had all rust stripped away, revealing its original metal luster.

"How are you? Hurt?" Negrilis asked, worried, watching the electrified Titans.

Zi Hai opened her mouth—smoke puffed out: "N-no… a little… tingly."

Every time she opened her mouth, smoke came out—by the end of her sentence, a string of smoke balls hovered above her head.

Not only unharmed, but due to her Lightning Titan bloodline, Zi Hai felt her body brimming with power—she grabbed Lightning and squeezed its head.

The lightning spear taken from the statue could summon lightning?

"So this isn't an ordinary iron spear—it's probably drained of energy, appearing like iron. If lightning recharges it, maybe it'll restore its original form," Du Luo analyzed, reaching out to touch the spear—but before his hand touched it, a bolt of lightning struck him.

Du Luo's body convulsed involuntarily, then smoked—only Ang's Mage Hand yanked him back.

"W-why did I get shocked? I'm a lich—my body doesn't conduct electricity…!"

Du Luo wasn't the Son of Lightning—he didn't just get shocked; his skin reddened, burned, and cracked open.

"You're animated. Don't touch things randomly," Negrilis grumbled.

Du Luo realized: "Oh right—this animation is troublesome. Lowers defense, makes me get shocked."

"So this iron spear isn't ordinary—it draws lightning, and lightning fills Zi Hai Titans with power? So Ang picked up another treasure?" Negrilis concluded.

"Ang…" Negrilis turned to speak, but saw Ang already digging a hole in the ground.

"What now? You said it draws lightning! If you plant things here, one strike will kill them!" Negrilis said.

Ang pulled a tree stump from his space: "Thunder God Wood."

Centered on the lightning spear, along radial lines, he planted five Thunder God Wood trees—each at a different distance, but aligned on the same straight line.

After planting the Thunder God Wood, Ang dug another row of holes along a different radial line and sowed seeds: "Thunder Cotton."

Third row: Ironwood trees—a common tree, hard wood that rings like metal when struck, but wood is still wood, never harder than metal.

Yet when struck by lightning, its wood transforms into a material highly compatible with lightning elements—ideal for magical jewelry or staves, favored by lightning mages.

But compared to Thunder God Wood, Ironwood is far inferior. If Ironwood were available—say, in the Elven Forest, struck by lightning thousands of times yearly—some Ironwood trees would be hit; just buy from elves. But Thunder God Wood? None for sale—it exists only in the Dwarf Empire.

"So how do you have Thunder God Wood seeds? The Dwarf Empire's only one is there," Negrilis asked.

Ang tilted his head: "Life God gave it to me. Seeds."

"Why would the Life God give you Thunder God Wood seeds? He's never been to the Dwarf Empire," Negrilis was more confused.

"The Dwarves', he gave it," Ang said.

Could this be true? The Dwarf Empire's Thunder God Wood was given by the Life God? This was a monumental secret.

Negrilis's eyes darted—he decided that when the Thunder God Wood grew, he'd invite Tong Chui to sit beneath it and say: "Look, this is Thunder God Wood—five of them."

In short, because the iron spear was planted in the ground, Ang now had a plot rich in lightning energy—he immediately used it to grow lightning-affinity crops.

The Zi Hai Titans also used the spear for training—whenever they touched it like Du Luo, residual electrical energy released, electrocuting them into dancing.

Only after they absorbed the spear's residual lightning energy did it regain its ability to summon lightning—otherwise, no bolt would strike.

Lightning struck the trees directly; most energy turned to charcoal, leaving only a small core—if not extinguished quickly, even the core would burn. If cultivated this way, Ironwood trees would fully transform into Lightning Wood—even the leaves.

Negrilis shrugged: "Anything Ang grows—whether in soil, water, or lightning—he finds new ways to play with it. Get used to it."

"Did you notice? The radial lines are for comparison—Ang will adjust the optimal distance later."

At that moment, Zi Hai scratched her head, walked over, and hesitantly said to Negrilis:

"During these past few days when we touched the electric gate, we sensed strange information. If only one person had felt it, we might have dismissed it, but all of us felt it—a self-proclaimed Thunder God calling to us, saying a storm is coming and we must prepare quickly."