Chapter 90

"You've grown taller?!" Negris said in shock. The Purple Bone clansmen, who were originally two meters seventy-eight, had suddenly shot up a section, estimated to have reached two meters ninety, growing a full ten-plus centimeters.

They hadn't felt it while kneeling, but now that they stood up, the sense of oppression had greatly increased.

"We've grown taller? Isn't it that you've shrunk? How could we grow so fast? I'm two hundred years old and I've only grown to this height..." Purple Bone had an expression of 'how is this possible,' not believing Negris's words at all. On the contrary, it was more likely that Negris and the others had shrunk.

However, before she could finish speaking, a clansman said weakly: "Chief, chief, look at the Great Shaman and the others."

Purple Bone turned her head to look. The Great Shaman, who had originally been a little shorter than her, was now half a head shorter than her. It wasn't just her; all the young people of the Purple Bone tribe had grown half a head taller. Only the Great Shaman and six or seven older clansmen remained unchanged.

And the Great Shaman and the few older clansmen looked in shock at these juniors who had grown half a head taller: "You... how did you grow taller? I... why don't we grow?"

"You're old. You don't grow anymore after puberty," Negris said.

Ang's divine skill was the Death Aura. It didn't accelerate time, but the entire life process, thereby accelerating the journey toward death.

Don't look at it as if its effect isn't strong, but just now Negris discovered its insidious aspect. It could make you hungry in a very short time. Just staying for a few minutes would make the enemy so hungry their hands and feet would go soft, wishing they could eat dirt.

In the future, if anyone dared to fight Ang, wouldn't they have to hold a knife in their right hand and a pancake in their left?

"My lord, do you mean these children can still grow up?" The Great Shaman understood Negris's words and suddenly asked full of expectation.

"Ah? They should be able to, right? You Ti... uh, Purple Bone tribe, um, should be able to. Awakening bloodline talents, maybe then you can," Negris stammered, not knowing how to say it.

These Purple Bone clansmen didn't seem to know their true identity, but they were half-blood Titans. Negris could only see that they possessed the bloodline of Golden Titans, that is, Thunder Titans, but the specific situation was unclear. Who knew what kind of creature they had mixed blood with?

If they were pure-blooded Thunder Titans, that would be powerful. Those were the Titan God-race, Lords of Thunder, Gods of Lightning, immortal, infinitely powerful, terrifying existences that stood between heaven and earth.

Theoretically, if these Purple Bone clansmen could awaken their bloodline power, they should be able to possess a portion of the Thunder Titans' abilities, but how could one be sure? Theoretically? I'm also a God of Knowledge, and I'm still being roasted by people every day.

"That's great. You know about bloodline talents, so do you know how to make them awaken their bloodline talents? That's great, we've stayed here too long, our numbers are getting smaller and smaller, our bloodline is constantly regressing. In the past, our ancestors could occasionally produce strong individuals who awakened bloodline talents, but now there isn't a single one, and our height is getting shorter and shorter. Our ancestors were all over three meters tall when they awakened their bloodline talents. Do you think Purple Bone has a chance to grow over three meters?"

The Great Shaman chattered away with Negris, leaving the matter of the juniors growing taller while they didn't behind them.

"They should be able to. I think they are mainly malnourished. Just eating more should be enough," Negris said.

The power of Titans comes from bloodline talent. Once they awaken their bloodline talent, everything else is easy to talk about. But according to the situation just now, these guys don't have enough nutrition. Let them eat their fill first before talking about bloodlines.

Just as there is a proverb among the Dragon race—a dragon that eats grass will never grow up.

The things that let them eat their fill were growing sturdily. Ang discovered a problem: after he forcibly urged the seeds buried deep to sprout, their root systems were particularly deep, they grew particularly sturdy, and the grain produced was also much more. The yield per mu had broken a thousand jin.

I don't know if it's because the soil and water here are good, or because they were buried deep. I'll try burying them deep when I go back.

Digging away the footprints, Ang held the scythe upside down to harvest. After the grain was bundled and taken away, Ang personally demonstrated sowing once, and then told them techniques such as weeding, pest control, bird driving, fertilizing, loosening the soil, burning wasteland, and heat preservation.

Purple Bone and the Great Shaman listened until their heads were spinning: "God of Purple Bone, why don't you take us in? Planting vegetables is too hard. Let us go and chop people. We are brave in battle, even the big black cat is no match for us. Let us go and chop people, just give us food to eat."

Purple Bone's words made Negris's heart jump wildly. Good heavens, half-blood Titans are also Titans. Didn't you see Purple Bone fight a Low Rank Sword Saint to a draw purely with her body? Others might not have Purple Bone's strength, but they all had the level of a Great Swordsman.

Heavens, just by giving them food, you could support twenty-something Great Swordsmen and Sword Saints? Is there such a cheap deal? If fed well, secondary development, awakening bloodline talents, and then forging suitable equipment for them, twenty Sword Saint-level Titans opening the way in front... just thinking about it is exciting.

Negris was already imagining the majestic scene of a bunch of Titans surrounding them, but Ang said: "No fighting."

Purple Bone and the Great Shaman sighed in disappointment.

Negris hurriedly pulled Ang aside and advised: "No fighting, you can let them pull carts. Some land is compacted and needs deep plowing. These Titans are a good hand at it, they have great strength, and they are cheap. Take them in."

"Good," Ang said.

The promptness of the agreement almost made Negris bite his tongue: "You agreed so quickly when it came to plowing the land!"

Ang tilted his head and said in confusion: "No fighting, take them in." Ang only said no fighting, he didn't say he wouldn't take them in.

"You..." Negris had a belly full of anger blocked in his mouth. After thinking about it, he decided not to be angry, otherwise he would be angered to death by Ang.

"Ang agreed to take you in, but the fighting positions are already filled, so we don't need you for now. If you are willing, after we go back, you will be responsible for pulling carts and plowing the land. Is that okay?" Negris asked.

Purple Bone and the Great Shaman looked at each other, their eyes bursting with surprise. They knelt on the ground in unison: "Okay, okay, that's more than okay, we'll do anything."

Titan farmers +20.

Heavens, the lord's words revealed one meaning: Lord Ang will take them away, leave this plane. Heavens, as long as they can leave here, they are willing to do anything.

People who haven't stayed here cannot understand how intense their desire to walk out of this plane is.

Poverty made them fight with all their might just to survive. Malnutrition, developmental delays, inability to awaken bloodline talents, the tribe getting smaller year by year, a vicious cycle. If this continues, perhaps before long, they will go extinct.

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

During the chat, everyone arrived at the foot of the stone mountain. Walking a distance up the slope, they reached the caves where the Purple Bone tribe lived. Walking and walking, Ang suddenly stopped and looked up toward the waist of the stone mountain.

A large piece there was sunken, as if bitten by something. The entire stone mountain was missing a large piece. After the baptism of time, the traces had faded, and at first glance, one would think it was naturally formed.

But Ang was very certain that it was formed by the impact of something, because he felt some aura, some aura that made people fearful.

"There, has something," Ang raised his hand and pointed to the sunken position.

"Go, let's go take a look. Could it be right there? By the way, where did you find the hand bones?" The latter sentence was asked to Purple Bone, while pointing at Ang's arm bone.

Purple Bone pointed to the depression: "Right there."

The group climbed and flew, soon arriving at the depression. The closer they got, the clearer the aura Ang sensed. It was indeed the aura of Jian Gu Luo Ke, exactly the same as the one on the hand bone.

These auras were left over from a thousand years ago, and even today they could be clearly sensed, showing the power of Jian Gu Luo Ke back then.

At the bottom of the impact crater was a pile of huge rubble. Negris asked: "Have you dug it?"

"Yes, my ancestors once dug it, and the wings and hand bones were picked up from here," Purple Bone said.

"Are there other things below?" Negris asked.

Purple Bone and the Great Shaman looked at each other and shook their heads: "Then we don't know. My ancestors couldn't dig it all open. To dig it all open, it would require everyone to dig for a month without eating or drinking to possibly move all the rubble away. But they couldn't do it. They needed to hunt and gather to survive, so they stopped after digging for a few days. Later, our people became fewer and fewer, and it was even more impossible to dig it open."

"That's indeed a large amount of work, have to think of other ways..." Before Negris finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground with a thud.

Turning his head to look, Ang was constantly transferring grain out. Soon it piled up into a small mountain, and then he pointed to the rubble at the bottom of the pit: "Dig for a month."

To dig for a month without eating or drinking, with food and drink, how long would it take?

With food and drink, the Purple Bone tribe threw themselves into the excavation work with full spirit. Eating and drinking their fill, any Purple Bone clansman could pick up a huge stone weighing several hundred jin.

For those too heavy, two or three people would go together. For those that three or five people couldn't handle, it was Ang's turn.

Ang's strength was great, especially the Golden Skeleton, which was known for its infinite strength. However, Ang definitely couldn't carry huge stones that three or five half-blood Titans couldn't carry, but he knew a particularly practical magic—Soil Loosening Technique.

Constantly casting Soil Loosening Technique on the huge stone, if dozens didn't work, then hundreds, if hundreds didn't work, then thousands, it would absolutely be able to shake the huge stone to pieces.

And the half-blood Titans only needed to eat their fill and work every day, sleep when tired, drink when thirsty. Purple Bone and her clansmen felt unprecedented satisfaction.

No need to worry about the next meal, working steadily, nothing to worry about. This was the simplest happiness.

After a few days, everyone had grown a circle, their complexions were ruddy, and Purple Bone had even grown another five centimeters taller.

Just like this, a month later, Purple Bone moved a large stone and suddenly roared excitedly: "Dug it, dug it, dug something! White, white."

That was a white skeleton lying prone in a large character shape, sunken into the cracked rock layer. The bones were slender and crystalline, glowing with an ivory-like luster. When tapped with a finger, it made a crisp metallic sound.

Ang and Negris had seen many of these kinds of skeletons. The Angel Skeleton's frame looked like this, and the height of this skeleton was also around one meter five. If he hadn't watched it being dug out with his own eyes, Negris would have thought it was the Angel Skeleton.

Looking at its deformed scapula again, Negris said: "This should be the Holy Remains of the Six-Winged Archangel, right? Isn't it said to be a Six-Winged Archangel? Why does the scapula still only have one slot? Where are the slots for the other wings? Where are the other wings?"

Could it be that other angels died here?

Under Negris's direction, the Purple Bone clansmen continued to clean up until all the rubble was dug clean, revealing the complete rock layer. Still, no skeleton of Jian Gu Luo Ke was found, nor were any other angel wings found.

"Either other angels died here, or the scapula of the Six-Winged Archangel only has one slot, and the other wings are slotted onto the first pair of wings," Negris speculated.

"Ao!" Ang turned his head and shouted toward the outside of the pit. For the specific situation, just find the Angel Skeleton to come over and check its body. The wings on its back belonged to a Six-Winged Archangel.

But after Ang called, he didn't see its figure for a long time.

Negris sighed: "It must have run off somewhere again. Ang, it's very dangerous for you to let them run around like this. Didn't Purple Bone say there's a big black cat in the forest? According to their description, it's very likely a Night Blade Leopard, but its size is too big, it can bite through Purple Bone's body in one bite. A leopard like this is no smaller than a half-blood Titan."

Just as he was speaking, a flash of light erupted in the forest in the distance.

Negris's eyes widened: "Holy Light Shine! Not good, Angel Skeleton! Lightning, Lightning, come quickly."

It was destined to be a wasted effort. Lightning wasn't in the vicinity at all. As long as it was a place where Purple Bone was, don't even think about seeing Lightning's shadow, because Purple Bone particularly liked this 'little horse' of it and just loved to rub it, hug it, and smother it.

Lu Se still needed to bring out battle aura to suppress it, but Purple Bone didn't need to, purely raw strength. With one hug, it could never break free again. So now, seeing Purple Bone was like a mouse seeing a cat, it ran as far as it could.

Calling twice and Lightning didn't appear, Negris had an ominous premonition in his heart. Sure enough, his body sank, and Ang sat on him.

What other way was there? Fly. Flapping his wings, carrying Ang, he flew forward. Disliking that he flew slowly, Ang even used Pollination Technique to help him.

Flying into the forest, from afar they saw the trees in the forest rustling. Before long, a horse, a skeleton with drooping bone wings, a zombie, and a Sword Saint stuffing beets into his mouth with one hand, were all dragging a huge black leopard toward them.

The Purple Bone tribe, who had scrambled over with weapons, were dumbfounded and said in disbelief: "Big black cat, big black cat, you killed the big black cat? How is that possible?"

This big black leopard had been harassing the Purple Bone tribe for many years. Although they could beat it away every time, they never had the chance to kill it.

Things that twenty-something half-blood Titans couldn't do were actually accomplished by these four guys in front of them?

Seeing Ang, the Angel Skeleton ran over, patted its ribs, and then pointed at the big black leopard: "Ao!"

It wasn't that the four guys did it together, but Lu Se carried the black leopard's attack, and the Angel Skeleton hit it in the stomach with one shot, and the two of them killed it.

That night, the Purple Bone tribe, who hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and Lu Se ate until their mouths were oily. Ang wanted the remaining skeleton, stuffed it into the Palace of Rest, Magic Beast Skeleton +1.

Busy for a month, only found one Holy Remain. Neither the wings nor Luo Ke's skeleton were found, so they could only return home in disappointment.

Before leaving, Negris bribed Lightning, led it to the depths of the depression, and at the depression caused by the Angel Holy Remain, took a beautiful pee.

"This isn't Luo Ke's grave, what's the point of you making me pee here?" Lightning couldn't figure out Negris's logic.

Negris curled his lip and hummed disdainfully: "He could only perish together with his opponent, but I can pee on his opponent's grave. Who is more powerful?"

"No, you can't," Lightning curled its lip and hummed disdainfully: "I am powerful."

The urge to cut off the horn of this 'horse' rose in Negris's heart again.

Everyone teleported back one by one through the teleportation array. Just as they came out of the teleportation array, Anna ran over impatiently to greet the little tree sapling. After playing for a long time, she suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, my lord, those elves have been looking for you like crazy."