Chapter 570 tal Giant
A terrifying cluster of energy storms rose from underground before the eyes of everyone.
Even though the adepts already knew Gazlowe was hiding within that storm, they couldn’t sense his exact position through that layer of chaotic and violent energy, even after using all the ans at their disposal.
While the adepts were silently marveling at the wonder of Gazlowe after assimilating with the magic generator furnace, the goblins on the outside were watching this forr greatest goblin of the world with a zealous fervor.
He was the smartest goblin in the world and the ’god’ of the goblins!
He had stepped past the grade threshold that no goblin had ever succeeded overcoming, becoming the first Third Grade ’goblin’ of the multiverse. It was true that Gazlowe looked far too different from a goblin now, but he had still been a goblin once upon a ti, hadn’t he?
All the goblins kneeled on the ground with complicated emotions in their hearts. They kowtowed and paid their respects to this God of the Goblins that had brought them both endless suffering and endless hope!
The power of ’god’ continued to increase, and the god’s will was starting to move.
Hopefully, the strengthened Goblin God could co back and protect the poor goblins from the cruel enslavent of the adepts.
Gazlowe could accurately sense the spiritual and emotional change in every lifeform present with his enhanced ntal powers, except for the adepts, who were shielded by their life forcefield.
The anger in Gazlowe’s heart started burning intensely when he rembered that his power had been obtained at the price of forever losing his freedom.
His ntal consciousness was attached to the stream of energy particles and started to corrupt every inch of space and every piece of land in this world along with it. His ntal consciousness could practically pierce through all substance, both tangible and intangible, thanks to the highly penetrative effect of the energy particles.
Neither dirt, stone, wood, or tal could stop Gazlowe’s ntal consciousness from infiltrating and sensing.
At this mont, everything in this world was transparent before his eyes. No secret in the world could hide from his spiritual senses.
The violent energy that the magic generator furnace continually extracted from outer space beca his greatest weapon, as well as the best carrier for his ntal consciousness.
A blindingly bright light shone in the eye of the energy storm that was continuing to spread outwards. The next mont, tens of thousands of energy particles with Gazlowe’s will attached to them shot out in every direction like gusts of violent winds.
They pierced through earth, stone, tal, and wood; no substance could stop their furious advance, and no lifeform could stop the particles from penetrating through their body.
Even the Crimson adepts felt an unknown pressure on their souls. They had no choice but to gather together and prop up layers of strange spells that defended against soul and ntal attacks.
The spirit was supposed to be intangible, and the soul had no fixed shape.
Yet individuals like Gazlowe, who could rge their intangible ntal consciousness with the tangible energy particles, could create their own unique Spirit Light.
The Spirit Lights were like beams of pure white radiance. They freely turned and twisted about in the air, constantly seeping into every tal ingot and every machine in the excavation site. Gazlowe’s ntal consciousness started to beco omnipresent and omnipotent as the energy particle streams continued to bombard and infiltrate into various substances.
These forrly dead and inorganic tal ingots beca as soft and moldable as clay when controlled by a powerful force. The giant hills of tal by the side of the camp were mostly bits of the Steel Capital that had been dug out from underground. So of them were also tal ingots that had been transported here from the outside.
It didn’t matter where the tal ca from now. All of it started to distort and twist into a tal dough. The pieces twisted into each other and blended, forming into multiple larger and heavier pieces of shapeable tal. Strange components that resembled tentacles and robotic legs started to extend from within the masses of tal. These tal pieces slowly closed in and beca stuck to each other.
Like a drop of liquid rging into a more substantial drop of liquid, these balls of tal started to et with each other, joining together to form an even more humongous and fearso tallic creation.
It wasn’t just the mountain of tal that was being affected. Even the construction machines and magical machines of the excavation site were starting to activate under the control of Gazlowe’s ntal consciousness. Plenty of goblin technicians also suddenly ran out of the alchemy factories, the engineering factories, and the magical machine assembly lines at the edge of the camp.
Those massive tal factories abruptly grew robotic legs and climbed towards the pit like giant beasts.
For a mont, the twisted and morphing bodies of tallic creations could be seen all over the camp.
They twisted and morphed as they slowly gathered together using all sorts of strange ans. They pieced together to form even more bizarre and unique tal creations.
tal spiders, tal beetles, tal wolves, tal slis, and many other strange creations whose actual forms couldn’t be identified.
The lifeless tal pieces would bend and shift into odd objects that no one recognized. However, the construction machines and combat machines, as well as the large factories, all had fixed shapes already. They couldn’t be wasted in such a manner. They kept their original form as, bit by bit, the other tal creations started to rge with them.
A small drop of water beca a large drop of water, which turned into a stream, and the stream ultimately beca a towering tal giant. It had a head, a body, and four limbs. The surface of its body was uneven, and one could see the signs of the tal spliced into its body.
Still, this two hundred and seventeen-ter tall tal giant finally appeared before everyone.
Once the tal giant had ford, Gazlowe drove the magic generator furnace toward its broad chest. As the furnace got closer, a black hole appeared in the chest that drew the furnace into the tal giant.
A short mont later, the magic generator furnace had been connected to the internal energy circulation system of the tal giant. The dead colossus promptly sprang to life.
Violent magic energy coursed through the body of the tal giant, activating one goblin factory after another located within it. COnstruction and combat machines repeatedly lit up. The entire surface of the giant glead with a ghostly light unique to magical tals and an intangible soul forcefield ford around it.
As that imnse energy flowed through the tal giant, its rough body that had been cobbled together from pieces of tal started to turn even finer. Bumps began to appear on its rough round head. Distinct facial features could now be seen on it.
Even though these things were only appearances and had no impact on the tal giant’s functions or powers, it made it looked a lot better on the eyes.
One couldn’t be certain if it were an intentional or unintentional act, but the face of the tal giant was fairly similar to Greem’s.
However, the tal giant was just too big. Even Greem was no taller than its lips if the two were compared.
The Crimson adepts gathered together and started talking amongst themselves.
The giant before them was large enough. The question was– how were its defense and offense?
Greem had also flown out of the ground now. He slowly landed by the other adepts.
"Deserra, you try attacking it!" Greem gave an order.
As the disciple of ryl and the grand-disciple of Greem, Deserra was an elentium adept with wind affinity. It had been no more than seven years since he had advanced to adept level.
Deserra was a quiet person that didn’t enjoy too much social interaction. As such, he didn’t stand out amongst Greem’s faction and didn’t have too much of a presence. However, his existence represented the legacy of the Crimson Clan. That was why Greem had also started paying attention to him recently.
"Understood, Clan Leader."
Deserra was a conservative adept that liked to do things by the rules. He always wore a formulaic smile on his pale face, and his body revealed a trace of sickliness. His behavior was elegant, but not superficial. One look and anyone could tell he was the classic noble adept that ca from a noble family.
Deserra’s entire body glowed with light when Greem looked at him with his elentium sight. Not a single equipnt slot where Deserra could equip sothing was empty. It was apparent that he was a reasonably wealthy adept.
Deserra took off of the ground after being called by Greem. He hovered in midair, the magical equipnt on his body lighting up in order, providing him with plenty of enhancing and amplifying status effects.
He extended both of his hands, and several wind vortices started to gather between his palms before forming into a single sharp wind blade.
The lack of elentium in the Goblin Plane caused Deserra to require seven entire seconds to bring the wind blade to its strongest level.
Deserra then let out a battle cry as the sharp wind vortex shot out of his hand. It traversed a hundred ters in an instant and crashed upon the soul forcefield of the tal giant.
So slight ripples appeared on the intangible soul forcefield, and Deserra’s attack was quickly neutralized.
Eighty-five points!
The Chip imdiately provided Greem with the strength of that attack.
Considering this was the Goblin Plane, and Deserra was a newly-advanced adept, an attack of this strength was already comndable. If this were the World of Adepts, that attack would probably have reached over a hundred points of damage!
Even back in the past, with all the optimization from the Chip and the explosiveness of his fire spells, Greem’s spells had only reached a peak of one hundred and five points.
As such, Deserra’s research into wind spells was still fairly decent in contrast!
Deserra’s attack might not have broken through the tal giant’s soul forcefield, but it had attracted Gazlowe’s attention.
The tal giant bent its body slightly and turned its head toward Deserra. The pair of eyes that glead like searchlights shone toward Deserra.
A First Grade adept could hardly break through the defense of the tal giant controlled by Gazlowe, but what about a Second Grade?
Greem waved his hand, and a Magma Fireball the size of a human head instantly appeared in his palm. It continued to increase in strength as it absorbed the fire elentium around them.
The fireball imdiately drew the tal giant’s gaze.
"Gazlowe, don’t move. I want to try this out."
Greem communicated with Gazlowe and then proceeded to push with his hand. The Magma Fireball in his palm cut across the sky like a streaking teor and crashed against the soul forcefield.
Sparks flew everywhere, and lava splashed across the place!
One half of the tal giant was engulfed in that massive blast of fire.
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