The Titans' Inhuman Forms, the Center of Attention

Xu Lang didn't stop walking, heading towards the center of the stadium along the aisle. The stands on both sides of the aisle were about three meters higher than the aisle itself, with the giants' feet hanging diagonally above his head.

As he passed one of the boots, the boot pulled back slightly, giving him about half a foot of space.

The owner of the boots was looking down into them, his cheeks bulging as he still had the jerky in his mouth.

The man nodded to Xu Lang; the gesture was small, but it was quite noticeable given his ten-meter height.

At least basic respect was shown.

Halfway there, someone threw a piece of dried meat down from the stands.

The jerky was as long as an arm. It landed two steps in front of Xu Lang's feet, bounced once, and rolled to the side of the walkway.

Xu Lang glanced down, ignored it, and continued walking.

"Don't pick it up," Tong Qi whispered beside him, as if afraid he would actually pick it up.

"I'm not stupid." Pandora couldn't hold back any longer.

A low chuckle came from the stands, as if some bored giant was making fun of him, and the people around him chuckled along.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it still reverberated through the stadium, sending a shiver through the air.

Some people are not so respectful.

It's only natural, after all, many of their colleagues are in the hands of the Mad King Building Player, and they've even been targeted by scammers.

The center of the stadium is a single piece of granite, polished to a high shine, reflecting the cool white light filtering through the arched ceiling overhead.

There were no railings around, and a ring of gravel separated it from the stands, with many dried, dark stains on the gravel.

Xu Lang stepped onto the stone platform under the guidance of the waiter. It felt a little slippery under his feet, as if the stone surface had been polished by countless feet.

There was movement in the stone passageway behind the stands; the first thing to emerge was knees.

The Earth Titan circled around the side of the stone wall, its body still behind the wall, its knees protruding first.

His knees were a mass of grayish-brown rock, pitted and studded with tiny mineral particles.

The waist, shoulders, and head are exposed one after the other.

Its head was a single, unpolished piece of rock, with only a few cracks on its face letting through amber light—those were its eyes. On the rock surface was a complete fossilized fish skeleton that ran from its right shoulder to its left chest, with the fish head embedded in the collarbone and the tail extending down the shoulder blade. The fossilized lines were so clear that they looked as if they had been carved just yesterday.

After he walked out of the passage, his amber eyes fell on Xu Lang and stared at him for a long time.

The Earth Legion's posture in the stands straightened for a moment when he walked out, then relaxed again.

A player in the front row picked up the stone hammer from his knee, put it at his feet, picked it up again, and put it down again, repeating this several times.

Before the Earth Titan could speak, another sound came from behind the stone wall—a rustling sound, like wind passing through a dry forest.

Immediately afterwards, a willow branch drooped out from the stone passage, adorned with green fruits, from which clear juice oozed.

The tree trunk emerged, the vines emerged, and finally, a face with intricately textured bark appeared.

When the Forest Titan stepped out of the stone wall, his feet swelled up in a ring of moss as he landed on the low platform.

He was slightly shorter than the Earth Titan, but he had more on him. His body, woven from vines and tree trunks, was covered with moss and a few clumps of small mushrooms. His hair was made of drooping willow branches, each end of which was laden with fruit that swayed in the wind.

What's even more unique is that he has a pair of antlers that wind their way to the sky, and with the antlers, he's taller than the Earth Titan.

The forest giant sat down next to the Earth Titan. As it sat down, vines spread out to the side, winding around the railing of the low stands several times, and a small cluster of tiny white flowers bloomed on the empty seat next to it.

The Forest Legion sat in the middle of the stands, spread out rather far apart.

Their attire was the most inconsistent among all the legions; some wore rattan armor, some wore leather armor, and some wore only a coarse cloth short jacket with vine tattoos on their exposed arms. The lines of the tattoos were dark green and looked like they were done with some kind of moss sap.

Furthermore, each of them carried some kind of living creature with them.

Some people had a live vine wrapped around their shoulders, the tip of which swayed gently in the air; others had a few leaves stuck in their hair, with new buds sprouting from the edges of the leaves.

A giantess was weaving straw sandals. She had finished weaving the soles and was now adding small flowers to the uppers.

Environmental workers were overjoyed!

After the Forest Titan sat down, there was a moment of silence behind the stone wall.

Zheng Kai waited for a while, and seeing that no one spoke, he was about to ask when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The exhaled breath turned into white mist!

Frostfield Titan emerged from the shadows on the other side of the stone wall.

He walked silently, but the moisture in the air condensed into frost as he passed, leaving a trail of thin, frosty footprints behind him.

The Titan's body was a translucent ice-blue color, with the skeletons of ancient creatures sealed inside the ice. Mammoth tusks protruded from between its ribs, and the skull of a saber-toothed tiger was embedded in its shoulder socket.

His beard resembled hanging icicles, each tuft as thick as an arm, and when he walked, they collided with each other, making a crisp sound like wind chimes.

He walked to the low stands, crossed his arms, and slightly raised his chin.

The Frost Plain Legion on the left side of the stands, dressed in thick white fur coats, didn't even raise their heads when the Frostfield Titan appeared.

Someone was handing out a pitcher of chilled liquor to the person next to them, and as the liquor was poured into the glass, a layer of frost immediately formed on the glass.

Someone took the ice spear off their back and placed it on their knees, then slowly sharpened the tip with a whetstone, scattering glistening ice shavings all over the ground.

The ice spears they carried on their backs had shafts made of birch wood wrapped with deerskin, and tips made of transparent ice crystals that were almost invisible in the light, with only a pale blue rim visible.

This group of people are special forces of the Frost Plain Legion. They are cruel and ruthless, lacking humanity and having very little sense of awe.

After Frostfield Titan took his position, the stone passage on one side suddenly lit up.

Dark red light shone through the cracks in the stone wall, illuminating the dark gold inscription on its surface in a crimson glow.

When the Zhu Rong Titan emerged, Xu Lang felt the air suddenly become dry.

The Titan wore a short shirt, his chest bare, and a dark red light seeped from the cracks beneath his skin, like flowing lava.

With each step, a scorched bubble would form on the paint of the low grandstand, leaving a blackened mark where each footstep landed.

The head of the Zhu Rong Titan is a cooled lava shell, and its two eyes are dark red crystals. Light refracts from the crystal surfaces, making it look like looking into a furnace.

He walked to the low stands, plopped down, and bent a section of the metal railing under his weight.

On the right side of the stands, the Zhu Rong Legion was clanging and banging something.

They wore dark red leather armor, the surface of which had been baked hard and the edges curled. Each of them had a hammer hanging from their waist, the hammerheads of which were either square or round, and the hammerheads were covered with a thin layer of lava.

Li Peng's story is that several players gathered around an open iron box, picked out blanks, placed them on their knees, and hammered them into shape. Sparks flew onto the leather armor of the person next to them, but that person didn't even lift their eyelids.

A player Zhu Rong had just finished forging a short sword and was testing the blade with his thumb. The pad of his finger brushed against the blade, sending up a string of tiny sparks.

They were actually forging weapons at this time.

Xu Lang used his Nightmare Eye to investigate and was speechless.

These people weren't deliberately provoking anyone; rather, they had collectively learned the Forger's Frenzy skill, and this was a side effect of the skill.

After Zhu Rong Titan arrived, there was no further movement behind the stone wall.

This time, Xu Lang waited longer than before.

He smelled a salty odor, as if someone had splashed a bucket of seawater in front of his nose.

The Sea God Titan emerged from behind the stone wall, its translucent body revealing schools of fish swimming inside, and jellyfish tentacles hanging down from between its ribs.

With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet briefly became damp, leaving behind puddles that were receding.

What's more frightening is that his hair consists of hundreds of tentacles that slowly wriggle in the air, with seawater dripping from the ends.

He floated to the front of the low stands and sat down, whereupon a thin layer of salt crystals immediately formed on the seat.

The Sea God Legion wore dark blue soft armor with scale-like patterns on its surface, resembling the skin of some large fish.

Each person had a bulging leather pouch at their waist stuffed with something. Some people opened the pouch a crack and pulled out a handful of shiny seashells or a few pearls.

One of the Poseidon players pulled a sea eel from his sleeve, placed it on his lap to feed it, and the sea eel wriggled between his fingers.

Several people nearby were sorting shells and pearls, putting those of different qualities into different pouches.

Sea God Titan sat down, the lights in the hall flickered.

When the Thunder Titan emerged, all the lights flashed in unison.

His body was made of liquid lightning, with no fixed shape, changing hundreds of times per second. When he stood, he looked like a person, and when he breathed, he looked like a thunderstorm cloud.

This person seems to have completely become elemental!

His hair was like arcs of electricity shooting upwards, and every time he shook his head, it would produce tiny sparks.

Upon arrival, he did not sit down, but instead crossed his arms and leaned against a stone pillar.

On the Thunder Legion's side, several players were inserting short copper rods into slots on copper strips in the ground. Each time a rod was inserted, the dome light in the guild hall would flash briefly.

They wore gray short-sleeved shirts woven with copper wire, with a copper button at intervals on the surface of the shirts, and the buttons were engraved with guiding runes.

Each person held a short copper rod, with tiny arcs of electricity dancing on the sphere at the top of the rod.

After Thunder Titan was secured, a soft rustling sound came from behind the stone wall.

When the Beast Titan emerged, the roars of beasts seeped from the stitches of his animal hides.

Its skin is made of countless pieces of animal hide stitched together, with tiger stripes, leopard spots, snake scales, and feathers pieced together to form a complete surface!

Dozens of tails extend from its back, each belonging to a different species!

His eyes were three pairs of amber-colored vertical pupils, arranged in an arc on his face!

He walked to the front of the low stands, and three tails swung out from behind the stands, the teeth hanging from the tips of the tails gleaming coldly.

This terrifying form was never revealed by the Beast Titan when he was personally guarding the city, but it has now been revealed!

Many people took notice of this.

The Beast Legion was dressed in a mixed style; some were wrapped in whole animal skins, while others wore only a pair of leather shorts, their bare upper bodies tattooed with animal face totems.

Each person wore several strings of animal teeth and bone beads, which made a dull thud as they walked.

A player was teasing the small animal in the cage with dried meat. The cage bars were as thick as a finger and covered with teeth marks.

Animal rights activists are furious!

When the Steel Titan emerged, the white steam seeping from the cracks in the plates left a faint trace in the air.

His body was pieced together from countless dark silver armor plates, his head was a square metal shell, and two optical lenses emitted a uniform, flickering red light.

The Steel Legion sat in the middle of the stands, the most orderly, with almost equal spacing between rows, and their hands resting on their knees in roughly the same positions.

They wore uniform gray-blue overcoats, with steel plates embedded in their shoulders, elbows, and knees. The edges of the steel plates were polished, and the plates were fixed together with rivets.

Each person carried a short-barreled hand cannon on their waist; the barrels varied in thickness, and some still had unopened seals hanging from their muzzles.

Several people were disassembling a hand cannon. The muzzle was about the size of a meter. The parts were spread out on their knees, and they were cleaning the carbon buildup on the barrel with a fine copper wire brush. The black powder brushed off piled up in a small clump at their feet.

After the Steel Titan stood still, something bumped against the dome of the guild hall.

The Sky Titan emerged from behind the stone wall, its head almost touching the alloy arch beams of the dome.

He is the most anthropomorphic character, with a head of black hair like a waterfall and clearly defined muscles, resembling Pangu from elementary school textbooks.

The Sky Legion sat in the highest rows, wearing coarse gray-white blouses, with rope ladders and iron hooks slung over their shoulders, and long-handled crowbars and folding shovels hanging from their waists. They looked somewhat ordinary, like ordinary people magnified to normal proportions.

After the Sky Titan took their positions, the lights in the hall dimmed for a moment.

"Hahaha, what a lively scene!" The Star Titan has no physical form; a slowly rotating nebula floats out from behind the stone wall and hovers above the low stands.

A faint human-shaped outline can be seen at the center of the nebula, with meteors constantly falling from the edges and dissipating into light dust before hitting the ground.

His voice came from the depths of the nebula, very soft and ethereal.

The Stars Legion, clad in deep blue robes adorned with tiny silver specks, sat with bronze mirrors on their laps, facing themselves, staring intently at their reflections.

The reflection in the mirror wasn't a face, but rather blurry, moving shadows.

They sat in the back row, slightly to the left. There were fewer of them than in the other legions, but everyone was quiet. They didn't speak or look at the stone platform; they just stared at their own mirrors.

Xu Lang paid close attention to this Titan.

Xu Lang glanced at Kui Zi, Kui Zi shook her head slightly.

"Fellow Titans, it's an honor to meet you all. Are you all here, or shall we wait a little longer?" The Earth Titan's amber eyes flickered as he said, "No need to wait. If they don't come, we can make the decision regarding this peace negotiation."

Kui Zi gave an "oh" and didn't say anything more.

The Forest Titan spoke up, "Building Lord, your invitation promised to turn hostility into friendship, and you also said you would bring NPCs to talk. We believed your sincerity, so we didn't set any ambush. But sincerity is mutual. The Titan Building wants to hear the truth: what exactly do you want?"

Xu Lang did not answer immediately.

He looked down at his hands, as if organizing his thoughts, then looked up:

I need two things.

"First, a ceasefire between Titan Building and Mad King Building, a true ceasefire!"

"Secondly, you've opened a portion of your intelligence network to me!"

The air in the hall seemed to have been sucked out.

The ten-meter-tall giants in the stands, who had been sitting relatively relaxed, tensed up at the same time, and several Earth players in the front row put their hands on their shields.

The hammering of the Zhu Rong Legion stopped, and several Zhu Rong players put their hammers on their knees and looked up.

On the Thunder Legion's side, all the bronze poles went out at the same time, and several people stood at the edge of the stands.

Opening up intelligence networks is indeed a sign of a genuine alliance.

But does the Mad King Building deserve it!?