Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Skadi completely paralyzed the city's defensive cannon she was in charge of by temporarily cutting off its power supply. The salvage crew arrived just in time, and the rain provided much-needed relief from the discomfort these Agorians felt.

"You really are reckless. I thought you would do anything for gold coins."

It seems Skadi is still somewhat resentful about the "more money" comment made in front of the fortress.

"Hunter, have you also been corrupted by that crazy nun?"

Lotin looked at Skadi incredulously, unable to understand how she had come to this conclusion.

"Then why did I hear those land people say on the way here that if you throw a gold coin into the Brass Ghost, you can get shelter when you're in trouble?"

Skadi's eyes darted away; she regretted bringing up the topic, but the rumors about the Brass Ghost circulating among the land dwellers of Little Hill County made it impossible for her to ignore them.

"Didn't I provide asylum?"

The giant anchor crashed into the fragile structure of the city's defensive cannons, and Lotin answered Skadi's question with a rhetorical question.

Destroying the city's defensive cannons saved the residents of Hillshire who were about to become infected, and killing six Deeppool executives prevented the atrocities from happening again.

"Right."

Skadi thought about it carefully and found that she really couldn't find a problem. This was the "Nautilus" she knew.

This defensive cannon provides even less gold, only at the level of a high ground tower. Could it be that the final defensive cannon will only provide the level of a frontal tower?

"Captain, the explosives on platforms one through seven are all planted, we're just waiting for the enemy to come!"

The Storm Commando members, including Oboe, were laying explosives around the communications tower to block the enemy. If the city defense artillery affected the final outcome of Deeppool's plan, then the broadcast tower was directly related to the success or failure of Deeppool's plan.

Horn and his men are holding the radio tower. The Storm Commando are preparing to plant explosives to destroy it. They would rather destroy it than let it fall into enemy hands.

The city defense artillery located in the city center has not fired for a long time. Even when it does fire occasionally, the bullets deviate completely from the city and land in the suburbs.

This was the target Laurentina was in charge of raiding. She tirelessly slaughtered these land-dwelling soldiers here. Over time, both Deeppool and the garrison chose to stay away from this blood-soaked Sister Agor.

Another dirty shell was loaded into the breech during a rare lull, and the shell, trailing a long plume of flame, landed in a place that no one expected—the broadcast tower.

The incomplete combustion formed a huge cluster of Originium crystals, like pure black flowers blooming rapidly in the mud rain, and the broadcast tower became a bouquet of flowers.

It can no longer send signals.

Mandra comes from the shadows of Victoria and is determined to repay all the humiliations she suffered at the hands of the nobles, but her original intentions have been gradually obscured by one victory after another at Deeppool.

What she now seeks is nothing more than to sit in the same position that once tormented her, after the Deeppool leader dismembers Victoria, and oppress the Victorians as a new Tara elite.

"hateful!"

Mandela rushed to the scene only to find a radio tower that was no longer usable. All her preparations and efforts had been in vain. She tried to communicate with her colleagues, but found that there was no response on the agreed communication channel.

She had to face the fact that her beloved leader had abandoned her, that the imposter who used the leader's name and Ahmoni had left Little Hills.

"No, it can't be, it can't be like this..."

Rain soaked her hair, and tears mixed with blood dripped from her cheeks.

"Blood? Blood?"

She shouldn't have been injured. Her Originium Arts and her indestructible rock shield should have made it impossible for the enemy to touch her.

Blood was flowing, mixed with fine black fragments; the dirty bomb blast had produced deadly Originium fragments that had cut her forehead through a crevice in the rock wall.

"Ah, ah..."

Mandra felt dizzy as the Originium entered her body, officially placing her among those cursed by this land—the Infected.

The lamentation turned into maniacal laughter, which in turn fueled her out-of-control Originium Arts. Primitive rage drove her toward the defensive cannon that had destroyed the broadcast tower.

"This will be a road full of sacrifice."

The Victorian soldier who transported the shell had been dismembered by Laurentina, who awaited Lotin's arrival to dismantle the last defensive cannon that was destroying the city.

The massive stone pillar pierced the ground and penetrated the underground tunnel. Mandra charged forward, ignoring the bagpipes' siege spears and blocking the direct fire of the Victoria garrison's ballistae.

Oripathy has enhanced her Originium Arts in a dangerous way; Mandra is now able to use the stone walls for both defense and offense simultaneously.

"No one is getting away!"

Laurentina diligently completed the task assigned to her by Lotin. The massive stone pillar flew towards Laurentina, and the rain had somewhat restored her condition compared to before. She seemed oblivious to the pain as she used a circular saw to cut through the flying stone pillar, completely ignoring the pain in her hands caused by the enormous impact.

More stone pillars rained down on Laurentina, forcing her to dodge. However, the massive pillars were destroying the underlying structure of the surrounding mobile city, causing the ground to collapse. Between the cliffs and the pillars, Laurentina had fewer and fewer places to land.

Laurentina seemed to have no room to dodge; the deadly stone pillar was about to pierce her body. At that moment, an iron gate dragged a brass giant and roared in, the surrounding hatch colliding head-on with the stone pillar.

Lotin felt pain for the first time in a long time. This dangerous Originium Arts was incredibly powerful, but the damage was still within an acceptable range. Although his resistances were low, he had high health, so he could just take the damage and charge in to trade blows.

An infected person who burns their own life force cannot possibly defeat themselves in a blood-exchange melee.

"I dedicate all these souls lost on the battlefield to you."

Laurentina was overjoyed by Lotin's appearance and couldn't wait to show off her achievements.

She did a really good job.

"You did a good job, nun."

Looking at Laurentina, who was covered in wounds, Loting thought that he should not let her fight alone in the future—at least until she was fully conscious, her fighting style was too reckless and crude, completely disregarding dodging and her own safety.

Mandela left the broadcast tower and launched a fierce attack on the last defensive cannon, a plot completely different from the original story.

The destruction of the stone pillars destabilized the surrounding mobile city structure, causing large areas of the ground to collapse. Such a large-scale ground collapse meant that even teleportation could not escape the area.

"Hunter, nun, hold on to me!"

Lotin had no choice but to settle for second best, telling Skadi and Laurentina to hold on tight to him while he used a landing flash to avoid the fall damage, though it would take him a while to climb back up.

Without interference, the Deeppool forces quickly broke through the garrison's defenses and took control of the last defensive cannon under Mandra's Originium Arts bombardment.

Rainwater gathered on the ground to form waterfalls, flowing and cascading into the deep pits created by the collapse.

Lotin noticed a boost icon appearing on the system interface, which looked like a bathtub.

【The Wet Agorians】

[Charging begins once the relative humidity in the air reaches a critical value, providing additional health and mana regeneration per layer]

[After reaching the 100th floor, you can maintain the giant body size by consuming mana.]

"Please, both of you, sit on my shoulders."

Laurentina happily returned to her original position, while Skadi took a step with a hesitant look.

"So heavy..."

A terrible weight almost crushed Lotin, his feet sinking deep into the ground.

"A ghost should stay in the grave, shouldn't it?"

Mandra grinned desperately as she looked down at the cliff where Lottin and the others had fallen. She now had only one thought in mind—that she would take Little Hill County with her before she burned away her own life. It was a desperate counterattack by a scapegoat.

She suddenly felt a strong wind coming from the deep pit. She instinctively dodged backward, and a giant brass hand slammed into the ground, stirring up a gust of wind.

Then she saw a bronze city standing tall and vast on the earth, its eyes illuminating the night like searchlights from a lighthouse, but the intense light stung Mandela's eyes.

"Your great power is finally unleashed at this moment."

Laurentina prayed with ecstatic joy, singing praises to the Titan revealing his true, imposing form.

Stone pillars rained down on Lotin again. His health was now incredibly high, but maintaining this state on land required a lot of mana. With his current mana, he could maintain it for 2 minutes and 40 seconds without using any skills.

From this perspective, his choice of a mana-boosting item for tanks, Winter's Arrival, was an absolutely correct one.

The colossal creature utterly terrified the soldiers of the deep pool, a feeling akin to that of mortal soldiers encountering a magical behemoth in Total War: Warhammer—small and powerless.

He was a cliff and reef that even the largest groups had to be wary of; Mandra's stone pillars at this moment were as powerless and laughable as stones thrown by children at play.

Faced with direct fire from the last city defense cannon, he simply waved his hand, creating a strong wind to disperse the Originium dust, ensuring that the nuns chanting hymns for him would not be disturbed.

The mere presence of the real bronze giant was enough to terrify the enemy.

"incredible."

Skadi stood atop the 40-meter-tall bronze giant, looking down over the battlefield. She now finally understood why Laurentina had made that choice.

The legendary, the story, the fairy tale, the rumored "Nautilus" has come to life right before her eyes.

"Hmph! You might as well give up struggling."

Two minutes and 40 seconds was enough for Loting to end it all.

For Mandela, growing bigger and slowly climbing up were merely the difference between immediate execution and a suspended death sentence, and Lotin clearly chose the former.

Chapter Thirty-Four: It's just a movable plot of land, watch me pull it back!

Inside the temporary refugee camp organized by the Rhode Island office, Qinliu was cleaning a box of medical kits. A distant rumbling sound made her temporarily put down her work. In the rainy night, a huge shadow appeared in the city, and two beams of light swept across the city's still intact main road.

"what is that?"

Qin Liu couldn't help but ask a question; anyone who saw such a massive event would be drawn to it.

"Oh, that's..."

Outcast turned to look at the giant silhouette in the distance. There weren't many tall buildings in Hillshire, so the buildings could only reach the waist of the giant shadow at most. She had heard legends of the giant beasts that roamed the land of Terra, but no matter how she looked at the silhouette of this giant shadow, it only looked like the Iberian who had fought alongside her before.

"That's not the enemy."

"It's a brass ghost..."

"The legend is true!"

The refugees also began to gather curiously at the edge of the awning, gazing at the giant shadow moving slowly in the distance.

Among them was the great poet Williams, specifically the Tara poet Seymour Williams, not Jesston Williams or anyone else.

"incredible."

Witnessing a spectacle always sparks inspiration. The poet took out his dirty little notebook and wrote down the verses of the letter with his pen, which was dripping with ink.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Mandra's blood-stained face was contorted with fear, anger, and resentment. She desperately gathered her last bit of energy to create the largest stone pillar she could imagine. Originium crystals were rapidly spreading across her body, and she herself was about to turn into a statue.

Unfortunately, she didn't deserve the same treatment as the bell ringer. The giant anchor shattered the stone pillars that even city-breaking spears and cannonballs couldn't shake. Lotin's form in this form was still different from her form in the sea, as it used magic to exchange for health and physical destructive power.

"No, no, leader, leader!"

That was enough, that was enough. Mandela's final pillar became the nail that crushed her, ending her tragic life. She was crushed to death by her own pillar, leaving no trace of her body. That was her end.

The Deep Sea Titan has killed Mandra.

With a bounty of 400, it seems her strength surpasses that of the Bell Ringer. Mandra, now infected, is even more insane, dangerous, and powerful than in the original story. If one were to engage in a blood-swapping battle with her, it would likely be a tough fight. One could win, but it would certainly be more difficult than defeating the Bell Ringer.

After Lothing destroyed the last unplated defensive cannon with a bounty equivalent to a Nexus, he finally reached level six. After all, he wasn't some kind of disconnect-style Garen; at level six, he should upgrade his ultimate.

Unfortunately, I don't have enough mana to use my R skill, which is my ultimate skill, Deep Sea Impact.

As planned, he chose the second Summoner Spell, Teleport, which would likely make his journey much easier in the future.

The earth was still trembling, but Lotin did not begin to move.

The moving land is disintegrating. The moving land carrying the refugee camp has inexplicably detached from the core land and begun to move towards the distant hills.

As the name suggests, Little Hill County is surrounded by hills, while the moving plot where the refugee camp is located has detached from the core plot and is moving in a straight line towards a hill.

Those garrison soldiers who could escape did so, and most of the civilians who didn't flee were helping out and maintaining order in the refugee camps. However, Colonel Hamilton's confidants did not intend to escape.

After defusing the deadly counterattack from Deeppool, Hamilton's confidants, who were extremely hostile to the Tara people, also launched their own deadly counterattack.

Inside the control room of the core site, they initiated the separation program for the moving plot, setting the route to crash directly into the shortest hill. These people arrogantly boasted that even if they died, they would drag others down with them.

But their colleagues and genuine Victorians were still on that movable plot of land.

"The Brass Ghost!"

On the rooftop of a slightly taller building next to the broadcasting tower, a horn was calling out to the giant object in front of it. Amid the wind and rain, Lotin couldn't hear her voice, so he lowered his arm and let Laurentina run down the arm to talk to the horn.

In Loting's current state, the horn is just a tiny dot on the roof.

What do you have to say?

Laurentina forced a friendly smile, though Horn found it a little creepy, but he didn't care.

“Someone in the control room has initiated the separation process for the moving plot. We must stop them, or the moving plot will crash into the hills.”

"I am willing to pay a tithe and ask for the help of the Brass Ghost."

Horn pulled out a dirty Victorian gold coin and handed it to Sister Agor.