allendalepharm Chapter 284, Section 283: Fierce Battle Against Titans
Chapter 284, Section 283: Fierce Battle Against Titans
Chapter 284, Section 283: Fierce Battle Against Titans
The entire Sky City was shaking and trembling.
As one Titan after another emerged from the city's underground interior, seemingly imprisoned there for countless years, Sky City was as if it were experiencing a prolonged earthquake.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the stone slabs beneath Ian's feet, and a deafening crashing sound came from the distant city center, as if some ancient shackles had been forcibly torn off.
Giants were being released one after another. A deep, ancient roar—the roar of ancient giants, the roar of Titans who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years finally seeing the light of day again.
"Uh... this is truly a myth coming to life."
Ian's gaze was fixed on the giants that were emerging from the ground.
Their bodies were enormous, their muscles bulging, and their skin seemed to be cast from rock and metal. Every step they took caused the entire Sky City to tremble violently.
Without exception.
All giants bear the remnants of chains and shackles.
In this regard.
Ian was slightly curious.
There was no panic.
He calmly raised his wand.
I cast a spell on my eyes.
"Penetrating vision!"
Ian didn't know what the person who invented this magic originally wanted to achieve; he had simply learned this X-ray vision magic in the Hogwarts library.
Unlike common clairvoyance spells.
The advantage of this magic is that it allows you to see through only what you want to see through, and you can even decide how many layers to see through. However, this was the first time that a serious person like Ian used it without practice.
His vision pierced through the bricks and tiles on the ground, a layer of pale golden light flowing in his pupils, his gaze penetrating the thick rock layers and some simple magical barriers, reaching deep underground.
Then he looked down at the ground.
as predicted.
The city's interior, besides some hollow structures, also contains many cages comparable to prisons. Countless enormous chains of runes crisscross, weaving a dense, impenetrable network of cages. Each chain is inscribed with ancient runes, shimmering with faint yet powerful magical fluctuations.
These runes were not ordinary sealing spells, but rather a complex restriction combining alchemy and ancient witchcraft—a completely unfamiliar technique to Ian. Numerous bronze lattice structures, made of the same material as the city itself, crisscrossed like rooms, linked together by a dense network of chains.
This is a prison cage.
A cage made of mysterious bronze metal.
There's a reason they were implanted inside the city; the cage is wrapped with dark red rune chains, but many of these chains are now open.
The giants that climbed onto the ground were released from here—however, there were also giants still being released, and Ian discovered a startling fact about their caged state.
Those metal chains.
These were not merely restraints that restricted the giants' movements, but rather "blood vessels" that seemed to be deeply embedded in their bodies, each one deeply embedded in their flesh and blood.
It draws energy from the giant like blood vessels.
As energy flowed, the runes on the chains flickered, pulsating like breathing. These chains not only bound the giants' movements but also relentlessly drained their power.
"I see."
Ian understood.
These Titans are the driving force behind this city!
This sky city, suspended in the clouds, is able to defy gravity and operate high in the sky without falling, not because of any mysterious levitation stones or pure magical energy. It is these imprisoned giants who, as living power sources, provide the entire city with a continuous source of energy!
"I was wondering why I couldn't sense much magical power. It turns out, this isn't magic at all." Ian finally understood why the workings of Sky City were so difficult for him to decipher.
original.
The way this thing operates is completely different from my own training system. The power these giants possess is unlike any form of magic Ian has ever known.
That wasn't magic at all.
Rather, it is a more primal and powerful force. It is precisely because of this force as its energy source that the entire city, no smaller than a major metropolis, can possess all the conditions for prosperity and wealth of a city on earth without much magic in the sky—the giants possess the most primal force in the world.
As energy that aligns with nature.
As long as you learn from it.
A "small world" with all the necessary conditions can be created anywhere.
"roar!"
One after another, giants were released.
This might be the ancient wizards' last trump card against their enemies. Once the chains binding and embedding themselves in flesh ceased drawing energy, the giants began to awaken rapidly, one after another. Their chests heaved, their blood flowed again. They struggled and roared, rising from their abyss-like cages, inching closer to the ground.
From the dust and smoke on the ground, several more enormous creatures slowly crawled out. Their bodies were as majestic as mountains, and their skin and shapes varied due to their power attributes.
Yet they all possessed the texture of flesh and blood. Broken chains were wrapped around their bodies; some could not be pulled off, while others could, and the ones that could be pulled off fell to the ground.
It emitted a deafening roar.
Each one looks like it could be used to build at least several large airplanes.
This can be seen.
Just how enormous were these giants?
"Titan?"
Ian heard the black-robed woman beside him refer to these giants. The black-robed woman's pupils trembled violently, and the words that came from her cracked lips were filled with despair.
"They're insane! How dare they... how dare they release the Titans! The control methods are unstable! If they get out of control, that would be a disaster far worse than having your soul taken away!" Her fear was almost tangible, her fingers digging into her arms as if to keep herself conscious.
"First of all, I don't take anyone's soul. Secondly, you defeated the Titans once, so why can't you defeat them a second time? Forgive my ignorance."
"In my opinion, a defeated opponent will always remain a defeated opponent."
Ian didn't quite understand the woman's fear. Fragments of ancient Greek mythology flashed through his mind—Cronus, Uranus, Oceanus…
In Greek mythology, the Titans were the offspring of the heavens and the earth, primordial gods older and more violent than the Olympian gods. However, these ancient gods were ultimately overthrown by the Olympian gods led by Zeus. Legend has it that they were imprisoned in the abyss of Tartarus, but in reality, it seems they were captured and made Palu.
Ok.
Even worse than Paru.
These Titans before him were not entirely the same as the mythical figures in his memory. Each one seemed to be a flesh-and-blood being representing some kind of natural law.
"You don't understand!"
The woman was trembling.
"I really don't understand, so could you please explain it to me?" Ian couldn't help but ask, his gaze slowly locking onto the slowly moving giants.
"Do you want me to explain?"
The woman in the black robe trembled, realizing that she could understand Ian's words. She dared not run away, and could only cower and reply, her voice barely audible.
"They... are unkillable beings... eternal beings... our creators, and we are merely their creations." The woman's voice was filled with extreme fear.
It was as if these Titans were not prisoners, but terrifying beings that chilled her to the bone.
"The Creator?"
Ian frowned.
According to Greek mythology, the gods are the children of the Titans, but the woman's words reveal a crueler truth—the future gods are not descendants of the Titans.
Or were they their alchemical creations?
This is the basis of such speculation.
Ian was also somewhat at a loss for words.
The stark contrast between myth and reality left him somewhat disoriented.
He certainly understood what was going on.
In other words, are the future gods not the offspring of the Titans, but beings shaped by the Titans themselves, much like Nuwa creating humans? This completely overturns Ian's understanding of mythology.
but.
If that's really the case.
Some things can now be understood.
No wonder... no wonder that although the future gods are powerful, they can never transcend a certain limit. They are not naturally born life forms, but rather tools that are deliberately created.
It was just that this tool was too powerful and turned against its master. But as a creation of the Titans, they were naturally not as perfect as life created by the true creator. Ian had a sudden realization; he was encountering a true history, a truth unknown to the modern magical world.
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The history and even myths that people in later generations know are nothing more than legends that have been altered and embellished countless times. The real truth is far more shocking and unbelievable than we can imagine.
of course.
Whether it is true or not remains to be determined.
Until now.
Ian still couldn't be sure if he had really returned to a very distant past, or if he had just entered a chaotic space, like the time loop he had experienced before.
Due to a lack of sufficient information.
Ian truly struggled to assess the specifics of his situation. The encounter with the young goddess, in particular, seemed to him incredibly bizarre and uncanny.
Look how varied and unpredictable these adjectives are.
That perfectly captures Ian's mood.
"Relax, I'm not a bad person."
Ian snapped out of his reverie and tried to soften his tone. "You must have misunderstood me. I'm just a 14-year-old wizard, and I'll be friends with your child in the future."
Upon hearing this...
The woman froze, her eyes blank, clearly unable to understand his words. But Ian had no time to explain, because the Titans had completely broken free of their restraints and were slowly turning their heads as if searching for something.
soon.
The group's eyes were fixed on Ian.
Their eyes held a look of predator eyeing prey.
"As expected... they came for me."
Ian gripped his wand tightly, unsurprised.
And at that very moment.
"A bird...you're actually afraid of a bird?"
A deep, thunderous sound echoed among the ruins.
One of the most massive Titans spoke with a cold laugh, his voice echoing like thunder across the heavens and earth. His body was even larger than the other Titans. His skin had the texture of rock, his veins flowed with molten lava, and his eyes gleamed with a dark red light, exuding majesty and oppression.
"What a failed creation indeed!"
This guy was clearly mocking those black-robed wizards.
of course.
It was also a way of looking down on Ian. This Titan was even more imposing; even after being imprisoned for so long and in such a wretched state, he still exuded the aura of a king.
It is clear.
This is the Titan King.
His words were filled with contempt for the ancient wizards, and he made no attempt to hide his disdain for Ian. He probably only knew some information about Ian from those black-robed wizards.
"You filthy traitors, you actually have a day when you need our power—you never imagined it, and neither did I. Let me see what kind of bird has frightened you a bunch of audacious failures!" After the Titan King finished speaking to the black-robed wizards, he looked at Ian with extremely dangerous eyes.
"I'm a man! Your whole family are birds!" Ian felt insulted and became furious, raising his wand without hesitation.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blinding green light ripped through the air, striking the Titan King's chest. However, the death curse, which could have instantly taken his life, merely left a green, veined mark on his skin.
"What a ridiculous insect!"
The Titan King looked down at his chest and then let out a deafening laugh. Little did he know, Ian couldn't help but laugh as well.
"It seems that magic is indeed effective against Titans." Ian was merely testing the waters to verify his deductions based on the woman's reaction and the information he had gathered.
And indeed, he proved to be clever—this is the reason why the ancient wizards were able to defeat the Titans: magic could indeed harm these enormous beings.
of course.
These Titans certainly have very, very high magic resistance.
Even Avada Kedavra could not take his soul.
but.
It wasn't absolute magic immunity—under Ian's watchful gaze, the Titan King's withered chest was rapidly repairing itself; not only his body, but also the giant's soul was healing itself.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
Ian waved his wand again.
A ghostly blue flame coiled around the nearest Titan like a giant python, frantically devouring its flesh and blood. However, the flames could not keep up with the Titan's regenerative speed.
Ian also noticed something interesting about this. The faster Ian burned, the faster the other party would heal, just like this regenerative ability had no limit and depended entirely on the severity of the injury.
"We are immortal... truly eternal."
The Titan King looked disdainfully at the thin twig in Ian's hand.
"True immortality? Tom would be insanely jealous..."
Ian couldn't help but sigh.
The power possessed by these Titans completely defies the laws of nature, or rather, they themselves are part of the laws of nature; they will not truly die unless the world is destroyed.
No wonder it's called eternal life.
but.
"In the era I live in, not only are you no longer here, but there is no trace of your existence. This proves that there is indeed a way to eliminate you."
Ian got the script for the future, so he knows the answer.
"Let me see again, whether your complete disappearance... will happen today." Ian waved his wand, and the power of paradox began to unfold in this space-time.
(End of this chapter)