Chapter 413: The Titan Giant Bloodline
“The powerful and complex sealing enchantments and divine energy extraction arrays on the third level beneath the Sky City are extremely rare. In the future, if we have the chance to capture beings at the semi-god level or above, we can use these arrays to imprison them as additional power sources for the Sky City or to stock up more divine materials for me.”
While Donald was repairing the arrays, the imprisoned God of Winter Wolves remained completely inert, as if dead. But over ten days later, when Donald successfully repaired the first damaged array node, the giant wolf on the altar suddenly let out a silent roar.
Although the God of Winter Wolves’ body was tightly bound by the sealing forces, requiring immense effort even to blink, the constraints on its soul had weakened after the array was damaged, allowing it to release its divine power outward.
This roar, transmitted directly to the soul, allowed Donald to vividly sense the God of Winter Wolves’ anger.
“Shut up! No one will hear you even if you shout your lungs out. As a true god, you should be able to realize where you are! Even without the Sky City, you can’t escape this divine realm. Better obey me and let me sever your soul. Perhaps I’ll even kindly leave you a trace of divinity so you can be reborn!”
Though Donald said this, it was merely a bluff to intimidate the other party.
Due to his own strength limitations, even if the God of Winter Wolves regained freedom, it would still be suppressed and weakened within the divine realm. He had no way to deal with a true god who relied not on faith but on the laws of the universe; they could only see who would exhaust themselves first!
That’s why he chose to repair the seals and arrays first, then gradually weaken the God of Winter Wolves’ power until it could no longer resist, making it easier for him to extract its soul and hand over its physical body to the sacred spirit of Celt I as agreed. Moreover, the repair process brought him invaluable benefits—knowledge systems like arcane arrays, which delve into the essence of rules, are powerful tools he could use even after becoming a true god!
After repairing the first damaged array node, the entire sealing array’s ability to restrain and extract power from this evil god instantly intensified.
If the binding and control power of the weakened spell matrix over the God of Winter Wolves was 30 before, it has now returned to 35. As the damage and gaps in the matrix decrease, the restraining force grows stronger, eventually achieving 100% control, and the amount of power drawn increases accordingly. Even the recovery of the God of Winter Wolves’ divine power would be insufficient to counter this, leaving him with no chance of escape ever again!
The God of Winter Wolves is clearly aware of this, which is why he roars in anger to threaten his opponent.
But is Donald someone timid and fearful? He holds the power, while the god is like fish in his hands. For the God of Winter Wolves to try to act tough in his hands is nothing but a dream!
Hearing Donald’s mocking words, the God of Winter Wolves roared angrily once more. He, who has always been rebellious and irrational, would not have been sealed by Sera if he had been willing to listen to others’ advice in the first place!
After making initial progress in repairing the spell matrix, Donald devoted himself enthusiastically to learning legendary spells that same night.
By dawn the next day, after spending half an hour in meditation in the House of Time, he was as refreshed as if he had slept well all night. With his perfect divine body, his mental strength and physical fitness far exceeded those of ordinary people by a hundred times. Even without rest for half a month, it would not have much impact on him. Thus, despite spending these days delving into highly complex arcane knowledge, he remained full of energy.
After having a warm breakfast with Catherine, Donald, unusually, did not head straight to the Sky City in the Land of Truth. Instead, he strolled through the streets and inspected his territory.
Dalaran was becoming increasingly organized, with habits and lifestyles growing more similar to those of his past life. The living standards of its people had risen several times higher than the average in this world, making it a renowned prosperous region within Thelos. To ordinary citizens, it was like a paradise they longed for. Its reputation had even spread to human territories beyond the North through routes to the new eastern and western territories.
As for the elves from the South, they lived even more comfortably in Dalaran. Here, they enjoyed treatments reserved only for pure-blooded elven nobles. Thanks to the powerful effect of the World Tree on elves, within just over a month, three female elves among the newcomers became pregnant! Among the druidic elf tribes that had settled in Dalaran for longer, the first newborns had already appeared.
This was nothing short of a miracle in the eyes of other elves. It is said that after learning of this, the Elf Council of Sun Island and the Forest Elf Alliance Kingdom have considered migrating another group of elves over! When Donald returned to his lord’s manor, he found Clinton, who was in charge of handling matters related to the adventurers’ guild in the territory, waiting in the hall for a long time! “My lord!” As one of the first summoned beings to be by Donald’s side, Clinton’s loyalty was beyond reproach. Even realizing that his own abilities were far behind those of his master, he had long resolved to train hard in hopes of catching up. Now that he had risen to the rank of Silver, he had climbed from a Black Iron-level infantry warrior to his current status through sheer effort, becoming an idol and goal for many warriors in Dalaran. The hardships he endured were evident. Donald felt a special affection for this old subordinate and had always planned to surprise him, but the time was not yet right. “What’s the situation?” Clinton replied meticulously, “My lord, another candidate for the heroic class has appeared at the Transformation Sanctuary!” “What?” Donald said in surprise. Since the Transformation Sanctuary was opened to the territory’s official military forces, Donald, who often had to leave the territory, entrusted the task of arranging transformations to the reliable Clinton. Every year, after selecting official soldiers and mage apprentices, a transformation festival was held for eligible individuals to participate. A few days ago, the recruitment for new members was completed. Since the new generation in the territory had not yet grown up, the number of candidates this time was far less than the hundreds in the first round—only less than fifty, most of whom were reserve soldiers selected from the militia guard. With such a small number, the emergence of another candidate for the heroic class indicated remarkable talent. Donald immediately said anxiously, “Take me there right away!” The two teleported to the Transformation Sanctuary located in Moonlight Wood. “My lord…” Many new recruits and those undergoing transformation bowed to Donald. Donald nodded in return with a smile and soon arrived in front of the Heroic Altar building. There, in front of the human king’s altar, a tall young man was bathed in colorful light, undergoing transformation by the altar’s power and inheriting the heroic class.
This young man was none other than Arthur, the highland follower taken in by Donald! After checking through the Book of Truth, Donald was surprised to find that this orphan from the highlands had inherited the legacy of the human hero, the King of the Hills. Yet it made sense—although dwarves were short in stature, they were said to descend from ancient giants, with the King of the Hills being the finest among them. The highlanders, too, were a human branch with bloodline ties to the titans of this world, making them the most suitable race to inherit the role of the King of the Hills. Though young, Arthur was the most talented individual in his tribe, otherwise he wouldn’t have faced so much exclusion from his peers. Donald ordered Clinton to take care of the other recruits and those who had changed classes, then waited alone before the altar for Arthur’s transformation to complete. Since quite some time had passed, Donald didn’t have to wait long before the transformation was done. Arthur, whose body and mental state had both changed, regained consciousness. The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was his mage master, Donald. “Master! Arthur pays his respects to you!” The simple-minded orphan from the highlands didn’t develop any other thoughts due to his increased strength; instead, he felt even more grateful to Donald. In his heart, it was because he became a follower of the great mage that he got such an opportunity. As a result, Donald’s impression of this young man grew even better. “Try your new powers!” Hearing this, Arthur immediately drew the axe from his back, went to an open area outside the sacred site of transformation, and swung it downward with all his strength. With a loud crash, the land within a ten-foot radius around the point of impact was shattered like spiderweb-like fragments, as if plowed by an excavator. “Good, your Thunder Strike is quite impressive! It seems you’ve already grasped the basics of the King of the Hills’ legacy!” Pleased with the praise, Arthur excitedly said, “Master, I’m ready to fight for you. Please take me along!” Donald shook his head and smiled. “Your talent is good. At this level, you’re already quite strong among silver-ranked warriors, but since you’re still young, you need more training. Once you can master the King of the Hills’ most powerful ability, ‘Descension of the Divine,’ then I’ll allow you to fight alongside me!”
At first, Arthur was very happy, but upon hearing what followed, he became disheartened. However, his simple nature allowed him to adjust his mood quickly, and with determination, he resolved to practice hard to catch up to his master as soon as possible, so as to become a true follower!
The Highlanders, influenced by legends, looked down on weak ordinary humans, but they were extremely committed to the role of followers. Once a master was chosen, they would never betray them unless one of them died!
Seeing this, Donald couldn’t help but think to himself that he had indeed found a promising talent!