Chapter 653

Everyone gathered around to look at this stump that only had half a face left. Only after getting close did they realize its size; this half-face alone was already one hundred meters high and three hundred meters wide.

If it hadn't been gnawed away by bugs, everyone would have been looking at a stump five hundred meters wide. Is this still a stump? It's more like a city wall.

"Void creatures are truly huge," Anthony couldn't help but exclaim.

Negris asked, puzzled: "Isn't the conch shell huge? Isn't the Serpent of Misfortune huge? It's not like this is your first time seeing a void creature."

Anthony said: "The conch shell is huge, but Nightmare Shaya isn't. Uh, maybe it's just too long, so there's no sense of oppression. The Serpent of Misfortune is already dead, so there's even less oppression. Unlike this one—its eyes are bigger than a house. I wonder what it grew up eating? If you planted this in your courtyard, you'd go bankrupt just from the fertilizer."

A thought stirred in Negris's heart: *Huh, why is Anthony suddenly speaking so sharply? I like it... *

With a roll of his eyes, Negris realized what Anthony was trying to do: he wanted to enrage this tree.

He wanted to cooperate, but after opening his mouth, Negris found he couldn't come up with any biting remarks.

It's fine to tease each other when everyone is familiar and knows each other's sore spots, but when facing a strange tree, what kind of biting remarks could he make?

Since he wasn't a professional, he'd find someone who was. Negris turned his head and shouted: "Flash! Flash!"

"Coming, coming! What do you want with me?" Flash ran over, topped with a large cluster of electric sparks.

This time, Flash had finally followed along. As the most powerful trash-talker in Ang's team, staying in the main plane meant only being able to spray people through the soul network from the Home of the Departed, which was no fun at all. If he sprayed too hard, people would just disconnect from the soul network, not giving him the chance to fully enjoy himself.

So this time, he insisted on coming along. With Ang backing him up, spraying someone to death, injury, or social withdrawal face-to-face was the most satisfying thing.

Negris looked curiously at the cluster of electric sparks on its head and asked in surprise: "What is that thing strung on your horn?"

"Oh, a Titan's Thunder Core." Flash shook his single horn.

Negris said urgently: "Are you crazy? Did you stab a Titan to death? Or did Ang give it to you? Ang, you spoil him too much, right? You can give him this kind of thing? If Ounas sees this, won't he hate you to death?"

A Thunder Core is equivalent to a Titan's soul fire, its true essence. If you're wandering around with a Titan's true essence on your head, won't those Titans hate you to death if they see it?

Ang tilted his head blankly.

Flash said directly: "No, Ounas gave it to me. Oh, everyone gave a little. One Titan gave a bit, and I condensed it into a core."

Negris looked skeptical: "Titans aren't stupid. Would they just give away the power of their core? And each gave a little? Didn't they unite to beat you up?"

Flash glanced at him and said: "How can you call it 'just giving it away'? I went to chat with them every day for over half a year to get this little bit."

"Pfft—" Negris almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Is Flash's 'chatting' something you can just do? And he chatted for half a year? Could those Titans have been 'chatted' into social withdrawal by him?

*Heh heh, I'll go check on those Titans later and gloat a little. *

Confirming that Flash hadn't stabbed a Titan to death, but that the Ounases had voluntarily given him the Thunder Core, Negris finally set his mind at ease. He turned to the stump and said: "Anthony wants to enrage this War Giant Tree. Go help him out."

"War Giant Tree? Like Geer? Enrage it? That's too simple." Leaving that sentence behind, he trotted over quickly.

Anthony was already trying to enrage the War Giant Tree, but the effect wasn't great. After Flash ran over and said a few things, the stump's eyes suddenly widened, and it let out an angry roar: "Damn horse, I'm going to kill you!"

A thick vine grew wildly from the stump and then lashed out.

Flash panicked, tapped with his horn, and whipped out a thick bolt of electricity, scorching the vine. Then, tail tucked, he ran back frantically: "Wow-woo, scared the horse to death! How can it still move?"

No one cared if he was scared; the effect was too good. Everyone was curious about what Flash had said to the other party.

Flash said, still feeling lingering fear: "I didn't say anything. I just asked why there's only one tree here. Is it because its pollen is unwanted? Is there nothing to help it pollinate?

What will happen to its parent plant if it goes extinct and has no descendants to guard it? Oh? Could it be that the parent plant wasn't guarded well and was chopped down, leaving only it behind, blah blah blah... It just got angry. It's even worse than Geer."

Several people's fists clenched on the spot: "Even though he wasn't scolding me, I really want to beat him up."

"Yeah, yeah, I really want to beat him up. We all want to beat him up. The one being scolded must be driven crazy."

The War Giant Tree was indeed driven crazy because Flash had inadvertently hit its sore spot. Its parent plant really had been chopped down, which is why it was the only one left guarding the parent plant's legacy.

Now, not only was it being gnawed by bugs, but it was also being mocked by a horse. Conversely, it didn't care much about the God of Life scavenging the parent plant's ruins, because it had long recognized that the God of Life was a seedling of the parent plant. As long as it defeated it, it could inherit the legacy.

It's just that this 'defeat' was a bit different from what it imagined—it was a direct 'death' blow.

Ever since Flash finished scolding the War Giant Tree, Anthony had grasped the key. He was an old charlatan, not an old tree-charlatan, and wasn't very clear about where the War Giant Tree's psychological flaws lay. So that was it?

He immediately seized the opportunity and said: "You damn horse, can you still get up? Do you need me to help you up? Or do you need me to help you take revenge?"

"Kill that horse, kill that horse! The tree core is yours, kill that horse!" the War Giant Tree roared.

"Ah? Tree core? What's the use of a tree core?" Anthony revealed an expression of both temptation and confusion.

"To catalyze a War Tree," the War Tree said.

"But a War Tree is of no use to me. You should have seen it by now, this big tree is also a World Tree. It can catalyze War Trees. We already have a War Tree of our own, named Geer," Anthony said.

"Give it to Geer, give the tree core to Geer to evolve into a Void Tree. Kill that horse, and the tree core is yours," the War Giant Tree raged.

"But..." Anthony continued the topic with a conflicted look, quickly shifting from what the tree core is used for, to how it's useless to us, to how to use it, and then to how the parent plant died...

Turning and winding along the way, pulling it back to killing that horse from time to time, he continuously stimulated the War Giant Tree's desire to vent. As long as it was willing to talk, Anthony had a way to extract information from it.

After roughly figuring out the War Giant Tree's background, Anthony suddenly flew back to Ang's side to ask a few questions, then flew back and asked the War Giant Tree: "Do you want to see your parent plant again? Or rather, have it saved, so you can continue to guard your parent plant?"

The War Giant Tree stirred excitedly, almost climbing up.