Titan Mixture

"Complete Sixth Sense (Transcendent Feat): You have broken through the limitations of humanity and possess a fully developed Sixth Sense. You will gain the following abilities, but not limited to the following—"

You can hear the sounds of grass and trees, and discern the joys and sorrows of wood and stone; you can distinguish all lies.

You possess certain mind-reading skills; you can hear voices from beyond the realm, so you are always favored by the gods.

In battle, you can easily predict the trajectory of the enemy's attacks;

You can detect potential malice in advance (if someone tries to cast a spell on you or your place, you will sense their intention 24 hours in advance)".

Everyone has Sixth Sense.

It is not some vague and deceptive claim, but a superpower to discern the truth.

Humans generally have a very poor Sixth Sense.

But for some higher races, the Sixth Sense is as commonplace as breathing and eating.

These groups are more likely to produce true "prophets".

Even a true prophet's perception might not reach 20 points.

Normal people will encounter bottlenecks in the process of improving their attributes.

Only a small-time cheat like Roger could pull that off.

That's why the process of adding points is so smooth.

Refocus your attention.

He looked again at the giant Skeletal Behemoth Boat to the north.

The faces on the skeleton ship were all expressionless, but Roger felt no fear whatsoever.

In Roger's eyes, the ship was nothing special except for being a bit bigger.

He tried to focus his attention and shift his gaze toward the skull ship.

A short while later.

He then arrived at the skull ship.

The skeletons on the deck bared their teeth and claws at him, but Roger completely ignored them.

In the helm position.

He saw a thin, wiry figure.

"We've been discovered."

The man didn't turn around. He placed his hands on the helm and said in a friendly tone, "Just bring over a skull to sit on. There are plenty on the deck."

Roger walked around to the front and saw Wellington's face—

It was a typical ordinary face, with small eyes and fair skin.

He doesn't resemble a Lord of Evil Spirits at all; he looks more like a frail and sickly young man.

"You seem to have many questions."

Wellington settled the rudder, then coughed violently twice, turned around and smiled at Roger:

"I love helping people solve their problems. I'll answer any questions you have, but you'll have to judge for yourself whether the answer is true or not."

To his surprise.

Roger shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Wellington's expression turned displeased. "That's not very interesting of you."

When you've arrogantly set up a scheme and kept everyone in the dark, and suddenly some young guy jumps out and says, "I've seen through everything you've done"—I usually turn these spoilsport types into Corpse Servant and send them to shovel manure in the experimental fields.

"Speaking of which, did you really see through all my tricks? Well, I admit the Bone Tax was a bit too obvious. But could you understand my seemingly suicidal tactical arrangements?"

Roger strolled to the ship's side, gently touched the bones, and casually replied:

"In my experience, most people who seem to be giving gifts are actually... giving gifts."

"You've been craving those bones for a long time, haven't you? I'm talking about those necromancers in Greyrock City!"

"You started this war not to take the South, but to kill all your men!"

Roger suddenly raised his voice.

Wellington's expression suddenly brightened. "Ah, you really did see that. That's right, the construction of the skeleton ships required someone to pay the price. So I imposed Bone Tax. And then I launched this war that was essentially a suicide mission."

At this point, two blushes appeared on his face, and he said, as if he were completely entranced:

"That is the most beautiful aspect of human nature."

If I had told them directly that I wanted their bones and souls, they might have fought back.

But if I say that I want your bones as taxes, and those who cannot pay can leave, they will do everything in their power to meet my demands; if I simply ask them to die, they will surely unite to kill me, the Lord of Evil Spirits.

But if I tell them that we are going to wage a massive war to wipe out the humans in the south, then we can cross the border together and escape this damned cage.

They would then become excited, surround me in the center, shout the Honored Name of the Lord of Evil Spirits, and then die one after another in the war.

Isn't that interesting?

Roger ignored his madness and simply paced silently back and forth on the deck.

"The skeleton ship needs high-grade human bones, but shouldn't these people in the south be your target?"

"Alan is a tough nut to Borrowing a Knife to Kill," Wellington said with a smile. "Besides, it's a lot of fun to use someone else to do your dirty work. Every time you kill my people, you leave a pile of bones behind, and that feeling of picking up the scraps is quite addictive."

"Wrong."

Roger quickly shook his head and said, "You chose the latter between an open attack and a covert one, for only one reason: your time is running out!"

"Extinguishing Cloud, it's got its eye on you?"

"Although Greyrock City has been destroyed, you are not dead yet, so it will reappear until it takes your life?"

Roger's series of probing questions left Wellington speechless.

His expression froze completely.

"Stop acting."

Roger suddenly grabbed a rib, his eyes sharpening. "You're thinking about how to keep stalling for time, aren't you?"

"You, who only want to leave and are willing to harm all your subordinates, have no reason to talk to people from hostile forces."

"If I'm not mistaken, what I'm seeing now is an illusion from a few days ago. The real skeleton ship is already on its way, isn't it?"

Wellington's expression remained unchanged.

Roger's consciousness floated lightly backward.

He waved the bones in his hand. "Coincidentally, I was just stalling for time."

On the skeleton ship.

Countless faces emitted shrill roars.

But it couldn't stop Roger's consciousness from returning to his body.

Inside the bunker.

Roger suddenly opened his eyes and activated "Ultimate Hunter"!...

"Ultimate Hunter: Sufficient traces are known. Initiate tracking?"

The next second.

The solid golden line stretches straight westward!

Roger activated his Complete Sixth Sense sense! He saw the end of the golden line: the Skeletal Behemoth Boat was sailing steadily past the edge of the Autumn Wind Mountain Range, heading south without hesitation!

A large number of undead were floating on the ship.

The giant ship moved forward on the soil, kicking up countless plumes of dust.

Every now and then, one or two skulls would fall down, emitting mournful howls:

"Take me with you! Take me with you!"

"Don't abandon me!"

But the giant ship continued southward relentlessly! There was only one person on board.

Wellington stood atop the mast, gazing south.

At that moment, he seemed to sense something and glanced in Roger's direction.

A strange smile played on his lips.

Where is Alan?

Roger darted quickly through the bunker complex, asking loudly.

"After the meeting just ended, the lord went west with Hayward and the others. He said he would solve the Serra River problem forever..."

Freya hadn't finished speaking.

Roger then ran off without a word.

He ran a lap through the Autumn Wind Woods, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

The next second.

He grabbed Rachel, who was eating a sweet potato by herself:

"Give me a ride!"

Two blushes rose on Rachel's face, and she stammered, "But I'm not full yet."

"I'll treat you to barbecue when I get back, any kind of barbecue will do!"

Roger said quickly.

"Misha! Stop eating!"

Rachel ran to the nearby woods and grabbed the ear of the Flying Dragon Beast that was eating scraps, saying:

"I'll treat you to barbecue when I get back, any kind of barbecue will do!"

In the end.

She added, "He's treating!"

One hour later.

The area south of the Autumn Wind Mountain Range borders the Land of Buried Bones.

distance.

A colossal object is breaking through the snow and soil at an unstoppable speed.

Amidst the howls of countless undead.

The bow, which is at least ten meters high, constantly rises and falls, as if sailing on a stormy sea! Bow.

Wellington gazed calmly at the dark southern horizon.

Six kilometers away.

The Serra River flowed quietly, completely unprepared for the impending impact.

White mist rose from the river.

Wellington's expression immediately turned serious.

Just then.

He suddenly saw a small black dot about a kilometer ahead.

He was a young man with a determined expression.

Before the Skeletal Behemoth Boat.

He was as insignificant as a weed in a vast snowfield.

"I've already let you go."

"Why come here to die?"

Wellington shouted sternly.

Not far away.

Roger began gulping down the medicine as he took off his clothes—

Let's start with three bottles of Turtle Power Plus) to fill our stomachs.

Then take a dose of Dragon Bone Powder to replenish your body.

The last bottle of Dragon Essence Potion restored health ahead of schedule.

The next moment.

His body suddenly swelled up!

Second Form: Thunder Dragon! The four-meter-tall half-human, half-dragon still appeared too small in front of the Skeletal Behemoth Boat.

at this time.

The giant ship was less than 400 meters away from him! He could even see the number of skeletons on the mast!

"Call!"

Roger let out a deep breath.

His gaze swept over the data panel, and he opened the campaign shop.

"Prompt: Do you wish to spend 60,000 Honor Points to exchange for the item - Titan Concoction?"

"Titan Concoction: A powerful combat potion"

"Effects of taking this medicine: Your body will grow to two to three times its original size and temporarily possess corresponding basic attributes; within 720 seconds of the potion's effect, you will break through the shackles within your body and unleash unprecedented potential."

Side effect: You will suffer varying degrees of weakness over the next six months.

"Requirement: Extraordinary Body"

Without saying a word, Roger shoved the bottle and the mixture into his mouth.

"Roar!"

The surging heat stimulated his limbs and bones.

A pale red halo appeared beneath his feet.

His body swelled up again.

It grew to eleven meters tall in one go!

That moment.

All the scales trembled violently, releasing a massive amount of lightning! His muscles were shaking wildly.

Its tail, which had grown thicker and stronger, instinctively slapped the ground, causing the earth to tremble!

Feeling the terrifying power within his body that was about to burst forth.

Roger couldn't help but let out a long roar! Boom! Boom! Boom! With the help of various potions, he launched a fierce charge towards the Skeletal Behemoth Boat not far away! His hind legs slammed powerfully into the ground.

They left behind footprints that were half a meter deep! This was 200 meters from the Skeletal Behemoth Boat.

In Roger's half-dragon eye sockets.

Two incredibly thick rays suddenly shot out!

The Grandmaster's Wrathful Gaze!

Under the influence of Titan Concoction.

All the constraints within him have been broken, and even in his Second Form, he can use ki and other specialties!

In a short while.

The searchlight-like Azure-Eyed Wisdom Light brutally pierced the deck of the Skeletal Behemoth Boat.

Two huge holes were forcibly created!

Countless undead screamed in agony.

"You have damaged the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. You have gained 10 Honor Points."

"You have damaged the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. You have gained 20 Honor Points."

Numerous notifications flooded the screen.

Roger's expression became even more ferocious.

Wellington, on deck, roared angrily:

"Speed it up!"

"Charge it! Run this monster over!"

The Skeletal Behemoth Boat suddenly accelerated, sending plumes of dust billowing to both sides.

Roger rammed into it without hesitation.

But just as the two sides were about to make contact.

Wellington's face suddenly revealed a cunning look.

The Skeletal Behemoth Boat suddenly changed direction and circled around to the side.

In the blink of an eye.

The two passed each other by!

The Skeletal Behemoth Boat employed a flanking maneuver, accelerating towards the nearby Serra River! "Goodbye, you little fool."

Wellington, having succeeded in his wicked scheme, burst into laughter.

Roger quickly adjusted his center of gravity.

He looked at the Skeletal Behemoth Boat lying to his side.

He laughed too:

You probably don't know.

"The ship on the side..."

"That makes it easier to slide tackle!"

The next second.

He suddenly accelerated.

The massive body suddenly lowered its center of gravity and bent down to make an incredibly agile move!

A huge amount of gas was wasted! The ultimate technique of the Pingsha School: Slide tackle!

A blinding white light shone across the gray plain.

The violent collision caused the Skeletal Behemoth Boat to shake violently.

Under Wellington's gaze, which was both surprised and furious.

This huge ship.

Roger actually managed to knock him to the ground!

A massive number of skulls tumbled out with a whoosh, muttering frantically:

"Don't leave me!"

Don't abandon me!

"Wellington, you promised to take me across the line!"

In this extremely chaotic scene.

The eleven-meter-tall giant slowly rose from the side of the stranded ship.

Under the horrified gazes of the undead.

He started taking things apart without even realizing it.

Crash! The foremast was uprooted.

"You have damaged the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. You have gained 1000 Honor Points."

Rumble.

The aft deck was smashed apart with a single punch.

"You have damaged the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. You have gained 2000 Honor Points."

Sizzle! The Azure-Eyed Wisdom Light does whatever it wants.

"You have dealt continuous damage to the Skeletal Behemoth Boat, and you have gained 600 Honor Points."

"No!"

Wellington screamed hysterically, "No..."

His voice suddenly disappeared.

Roger slapped him into dust! "Huh? No kill notification?"

Roger's heart skipped a beat, and his Sixth Sense quietly activated.

"Notification: You have sensed the hidden core of the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. The necromancer Wellington has merged himself into this ship; he is the ship, and the ship is him."

I see.

Looking at the stranded giant ship, Roger revealed a cruel smile.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

The next second.

A gigantic fist descended from the sky, punching through the cockpit of the Skeletal Behemoth Boat and all the way to the bottom!

The Mountain Splitting Fist struck the boat like a violent storm.

Large swaths of skulls then bounced out.

"You have dealt massive damage to the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. You have gained 10,000 Honor Points."

10 minutes later.

"You have dealt devastating damage to the Skeletal Behemoth Boat. You have gained 10,000 Honor Points."

Total Honor Points: 110,236

"Dinosaurs knew martial arts."

"It really can't hold up."

Roger let out a long laugh.

The final punch slammed into the keel of the Skeletal Behemoth Boat!...

Over four thousand words, that's way too long! Guys, give me some encouragement!