Chapter 1336: Chapter 1336

Shreds of debris drifted freely above the Titan and the skeletal giant. Suddenly, a bolt of pure white lightning flashed through the air, striking them. As white light showered the land, a faceless, formless, white-winged angel materialized at its source.

This wasn't one of Jenkins's angels, but an angel of the Evil God from his memories. It made no difference, however. This angel was simply a tool. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by noⅴelfire.net

He pointed at the angel, which immediately beat its wings and descended at high speed. The pure white light emanating from its body grew so dazzling that even Jenkins could no longer discern its shape. It became a streak of light that fused into the chest of the crumbling skeletal giant. In that instant, the ghostly blue flames in the skeleton's eye sockets flared brightly, followed by a white radiance that enveloped its entire frame.

Intricate sacred script and runic carvings appeared all over its bones, and a second pair of arms sprouted from its massive spine. Its skeleton grew more brilliant, more resilient. The white light in its chest finally merged perfectly with its bone-white frame, making it seem as if it were wearing a new suit of translucent armor.

Its four hands clamped down on the Titan, restraining it. For a moment, even the lightning crackling in the Titan's grasp was extinguished, suppressed by the angelic power. But it only lasted for a few seconds before the Titan's vastly superior strength retaliated, and the two were once again locked in a stalemate.

Perched on the Titan's head, Jenkins loudly cheered for the vines, only to realize how ridiculous it was. But with nothing else to do, he vanished for an instant. When he reappeared, he was holding his cane.

The Titan let out a piteous roar and began to thrash, nearly sending Jenkins tumbling from its head.

He called out to the skeletal giant, whose frame was starting to fracture again. Then he leaped from the Titan's head back to the top of the skeleton's. Steeling himself, he gripped the head of his cane with both hands as if it were a sword and plunged it into the giant's skull.

Even though both powers came from Jenkins, death and life were ultimately opposed. The cane, suffused with his life spirit, pierced the skeletal giant's skull effortlessly. It was as if the cane had taken root in the giant's head. The gnarled wood sprouted roots and shoots that crept continuously along the skeleton. Within half a minute, they had covered the inside of the bones, reaching the chest and flowing into the mass of white light.

From the fractures in the giant's bones, swaying wooden tendrils emerged like writhing tentacles. They grew with incredible speed, clinging to the skeleton. Thick vines and heavy roots wrapped around the giant's fragile arms and legs, fashioning a new layer of armor for it.

"I'm really out of options."

After doing all this, Jenkins left the fully "rooted and sprouted" cane atop the skeletal giant's head, returned to the Titan's head, and took out his miner's lamp.

"Whether or not this works... it all comes down to this."

The miner's lamp, a patchwork of metal parts, flared with a brilliant silver-blue light that bathed the Titan's head. With an even more piteous roar, the Titan convulsed, and Jenkins lost his balance and toppled over. But his gambit had worked: a pitch-black hole had opened in the scalp before him. A viscous black fluid gushed out, soaking his shoes in seconds.

Jenkins roared. The vines immediately swarmed over, plunging into the wound he had created with all his strength, and began to feed.

"It worked... Oh, no!"

A massive torrent of black fluid erupted from the hole, a geyser under immense pressure that instantly engulfed Jenkins.

His vision plunged into darkness. He was falling from the Titan, but the ground never came. It was as if he had been cast into a bottomless abyss.

When he came to his senses and pushed himself up from the ground, he looked at the yellow earth clutched in his hand and then scanned his surroundings. He was no longer in the hospital ruins just before a storm, but on an ancient battlefield at sunset.

He recognized it as an ancient battlefield because the surrounding corpses all belonged to towering Titans. From deep craters gouged into the earth, poison gas, searing flames, and arcs of lightning still spewed forth. Massive weapons of bronze and brass lay scattered all around.

It seemed to be a plain. Yellow earth stretched out beneath his feet, stirred into dust devils by the wind that whipped past a distant, tilted flagpole standing stark against the setting sun.

He gazed at the distant sun. It was already sinking, with only half its disk remaining above the horizon. The air was hot, and the uneven atmosphere made the image of the sun waver and distort.

"This is the ancient Titan battlefield. It was our people's final effort to face the great cataclysm at the end of the epoch. But we failed."

The voice came from his right. Jenkins turned his head and saw a Titan sitting cross-legged in tattered chainmail. His right arm was bare, and he wore a simple pair of shorts. Unlike the creature from the hospital, at least his skin looked normal now.

"So your race was wiped out?"

Jenkins was aware he could be blunt sometimes, but he was genuinely curious.

"No," the Titan replied, his voice heavy. "A very small number followed our Master to another world. As for those who chose to stay behind, apart from a lucky few like me, I imagine they all died."

The Titan answered, his voice somber.

"So what disaster did you face?"

"The sun fell from the sky and would not rise for a hundred years. Darkness and winter coiled around the material world. It was an age without fire, where the only thing that could burn was ash."

"Then why didn't you just pass on the... forget it. You wouldn't understand what I mean. So who were your enemies? What was this battle for?"

"The last war was fought for resources and for space to survive. The age without fire was coming, and there were few places in the material world suited to outlasting the apocalypse. For massive creatures like us, it was even harder. We had to fight against almost every other race, and sometimes, we fought amongst ourselves. That was the meaning of the war."

The Titan explained. He and Jenkins then turned in unison to gaze at the setting sun. The fading light cast their faces in profile, their expressions equally melancholic.

"The apocalypse came. So, you failed?"

"It wasn't we who failed; the Savior failed. He wasn't able to save any of this. Within the cycle of the epochs, all we could do was wait in the apocalypse for the next one to arrive. Many did not survive those difficult days. It is just like now, in the Eighteenth Epoch. If you do not save this world, I suspect that human civilization in the material world will come to an end."