Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Laurentina's thoughts can appear in Loting's system interface through something similar to a chat box in League of Legends, so Loting doesn't have to wait for Laurentina to run back to know the message she wants to convey.

Even if the horn hadn't given him the gold coin, Lotin would have agreed to the request, since those on that plot of land who had the means to pay the gold coin had already paid him a tithe.

This is yet another unexpected turn of events that wasn't originally in the plot.

A moment later, another Agor man also jumped up the giant's arm and landed next to the horn.

"Nautilus has entrusted me to lend you a hand. Lead the way, land people."

Skadi also didn't want these incomprehensible Victorians to cause another terrible tragedy because of their foolish behavior.

"Victoria will remember your generous help."

The horn gave a standard Victorian military salute.

"We don't need that kind of thing."

The gesture of greeting from the land-based nations left Skadi feeling bewildered.

"I would rather the Victorians remember that Titan."

Laurentina tilted her head and offered her opinion, now acting as a kind of spokesperson for Lotin.

The Stormtroopers and hunters have begun their assault on the control room of the core area, while the hunters are heading to the moving area to try to organize the refugees to activate the emergency braking device.

The horn tells Laurentina that modifying the program will take at least 30 minutes, and the moving landmass will hit the hill within 25 minutes. Forcibly detonating the engine or rotating the structure will damage the moving landmass structure and pose a great risk of collapse.

Lotin can maintain this form for another 2 minutes unless he receives additional mana. Laurentina returned all the cookies to him. In the meantime, there is one task that only he can complete.

The giant's every step made a thunderous roar as he approached the moving landmass that was rushing toward the hills in the rainy night.

"Isn't it just a movable plot of land?"

"Watch me pull it back!"

The giant hurled an anchor nearly as large as itself, which pierced through the fragile slab structure and anchored itself to the stable structure beneath the shifting landmass.

This is due to the activation of the Q skill [Clear the Channel]. The anchor and the moving land form not only a physical latch, but also a pull generated by the special magical energy used by the Deep Sea Titan, maintaining the stability of the overall structure of the land.

The thick iron chain, stretched to its limit, creaked and groaned. The anchor, now part of the template, had little to do with its original physical strength.

The immense power of the deep-sea titan was being released continuously. Its feet were deeply embedded in the real ground, maintaining a near-perfect balance. Lotin could see that its mana was rapidly decreasing, but it still tried its best to maintain its surging power. It had to start chewing on the last 5 vitality sandwich cookies.

5 minutes, just 5 minutes.

The sprint of the moving landmass was temporarily halted by a tremendous force, and the 40-meter-tall brass giant was wrestling with the moving landmass, which was even taller than him.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Storm Is About to Subside

"Damn it, if we keep going like this we'll crash into the hills..."

The garrison, which had volunteered to join the refugee camp, sent out its only engineering team to the edge of the plot to assess the situation. These men, led by Captain Kelly, included Victorians, as well as some who had joined the Victorian army and some who had intermarried with the Tara people.

For example, Captain Kelly himself has a Tara nephew.

Compared to the two factions of lunatics, these garrison troops are indeed within the category of normal people.

"The movement of the land parcels has stopped."

Captain Kelly wiped the lens of his binoculars and looked into the distance. He saw a scene that he would never forget.

A bronze giant, taller than the tallest building in Hillsshire, pulls a massive anchor, wrestling with the entire moving landmass with exaggerated brute force.

"Captain, could it be that the legend of the Brass Giant—no, not a legend, but that the Brass Giant actually exists?"

The engineering soldier, his face covered in mud, rummaged through his pockets but couldn't even find a single gold coin.

He had just led the engineering team to the transmission structure and power room of the mobile site. The main control room inputs the program into the autonomous terminal of the mobile site engine through wireless signal transmission. Once the set program starts running on the terminal on the mobile site, even if the signal receiving device is damaged, it will be useless.

The mobile land terminal has no authority to stop the main control transmission and the running program.

On the contrary, it may result in the inability to receive new program transmissions that have stopped running.

They overestimated the moral bottom line of their colleagues.

The captain rummaged around for a while and pulled out a few Victoria gold coins. He threw them at the edge of the moving plot's cliff. Only one coin disappeared; the rest bounced back.

"He really keeps his word."

As rumored, each person only receives one gold coin, and any extra gold coins will be returned.

This is simply a case of the system not recognizing it. If collecting more gold coins could improve the quality of the lottery, Lotin would have accepted it. In some details, he was still more flexible and adaptable than Nautilus himself.

In reality, what determines the reward is simply the difficulty of Lotin's rescue of those in distress, just as a more difficult task will bring a higher reward.

Captain Kelly smiled wryly and distributed the remaining gold coins to his subordinates, letting them decide for themselves whether or not to pay a tithe to the Bronze Ghost.

After all, this is not a shipping route, but just a settlement connected by the route, so paying tithes is not mandatory.

The lottery system also gave Loting some skin fragments and various strange trinkets, including the old consumable item [Mana Potion] that had long been removed.

More gold coins were thrown, not only to the garrison, but also to refugees and even Rhodes Island operators stranded there. In an instant, a golden rain fell on the cliff edge of the moving land, one gold coin for each person, no more and no less.

Loting didn't care about anything else. Right now, he was short of mana, so he desperately drank the "blue bottle," which was quite old even for him. The rate at which his mana was decreasing gradually slowed down, and then he maintained a slight balance, fluctuating up and down.

Meanwhile, with the help of two Deepsea Hunters, the Storm Assault Team quickly stormed into the control room of the core area. These people strapped themselves with deadly military-grade Originium plastic explosives, preparing to blow themselves up along with the terminal in the control room if they were cornered.

In this way, the operation of the moving plots can no longer be safely stopped.

"Nautilus is wrestling with the moving land parcels."

"Deep-sea Titans could not maintain such a magnificent size for long on land."

This time, it was Lotin's turn to frantically give Laurentina and Skadi signals.

Lotin can only communicate remotely with Laurentina via text through the system, while Skadi is currently only able to see signal prompts and share vision.

There was no time for the Stormtroopers to contemplate such an absurd scenario. In an extremely short time, Horn fired 10 rounds from her shield. This time, she chose rounds that relied solely on kinetic energy to kill, which would safely eliminate these deranged and stubborn elements.

Laurentina swiftly sawed off their hands before they could even press the button, while Skadi relied on her troll-hunting physique and weapons to cut down hordes of enemies.

Even the water-scarce deep-sea hunters possess an impenetrable speed of attack compared to these mediocre land soldiers.

The bugle picked up the city defense commander's chip card and handed it over to the engineers in the assault team. The program to reassemble the moving plots was being transmitted smoothly.

"He was in great pain; power kept flowing into his body, only to be quickly depleted."

Laurentina stared at the time on the terminal. Five minutes were almost up, and the Brass Giant should be reaching its limit of activity on land.

Because many areas deep within Terra exhibit distinct continental climate characteristics, rainfall is infrequent, and relative humidity is significantly lower than in the Iberian region.

Deep within Terra, due to the lack of water, the level 6 Deepsea Titans can only remain active for 3 minutes at a time. Lotin is forcibly extending the time he can maintain this size by using biscuits and blue potions.

The yellow eyes on the helmet began to flicker.

"Five minutes have passed, and I can no longer hear his roars."

Laurentina stopped praying and turned to look at her unfamiliar blood relative.

“Let’s go, stranger, he needs our help now.”

Skadi could clearly sense Laurentina's anxiety and worry; Laurentina indeed had an undisguised infatuation and adoration for him.

Even Skadi herself was worried about Lotin in this situation; even someone as powerful as "Nautilus" could be so exhausted as he was today.

After the final lightning bolt cleaved the sky, the moving block resumed its movement, but Captain Kelly's engineering team discovered that a new program was being transmitted, capable of changing the block's direction of movement before it suffered a devastating impact.

The survivors gathered at the edge of the shifting landmass, searching for the giant in the first rays of dawn. No one could see the giant wrestling with the roaring steel behemoth anymore.

Outcast loaded five bullets into her revolver and fired a shot into the air. The garrison saluted him, while the refugees, behind Qinliu's flag, respectfully tossed coins of various sizes, many of which were not gold coins but simply expressions of gratitude from the surviving residents.

Many of them simply couldn't afford to mint gold coins.

"Ms. Outcast, who exactly is he?"

Qinliu recalled the first time she met Luo Tingzhong in the abandoned warehouse. She suddenly had a dazed feeling, as if the disaster that had happened in Xiaoqiu County like a sudden storm was just a nightmare.

“A cold avenger, accepting tribute, thus extinguishing the flames of hatred that burned life in Little Hills on behalf of the Abyss.”

Outcast held the hat in his hand, watching as the core plot gradually became clearer.

Luo Ting's consciousness was plunged into darkness for the first time in a long time. The hunger, exhaustion, and drowsiness that he hadn't felt in a long time were now tearing at his consciousness. He realized that even if the conditions were right, he could only save this move for a final battle on land.

He seemed to have returned to that day 59 years ago, the Fool, the research vessel of Buoregan, during the period when the Iberian nobles were showing off their power, Lotin's first chance to integrate into this world, and with the cutting of the mooring rope, everything vanished.

A gentle voice roused Lotin from his recurring nightmares.

The voice was always chattering in Loting's ear, so he never paid attention to its timbre.

"You're awake. It's my turn to wake you up now."

In the lower level of the moving plot, a beautifully adorned nun named Agor knelt beside him. She was as docile as ever, mostly like a doll, occasionally engaging in some mischievous teasing.

The silent hunter stayed by her side without leaving for a moment, her persistence and stubbornness revealing a contrasting sense of honesty.

It seems that they moved themselves into this huge puddle formed by the rainwater, allowing Lotin to recover more quickly.

Loting smiled for the first time in a long time. He no longer needed to seek so-called "integration into this world." He was no longer that lonely, pitiful sailor abandoned by his colleagues and comrades.

Now, it is time for the world to consider how to accept him, to accept this deep-sea titan, because power is now in his hands.

Hunters respected him, nuns worshipped him, the inhabitants of Hillshire remembered the legend of the "Bronze Ghost" forever, the Tara writers wrote his story, and "Nautilus" was equated with the punisher of shameful betrayal.

Of course, there are also significant benefits at the system level.

There is only one true winner in Little Hill County—Loting.

The brass giant rose from the puddle and hoisted the nun back onto his shoulder.

"It's time to continue our journey."

Chapter Thirty-Six: Speed-Type Deep-Sea Titan

Lotin hadn't felt this hungry, thirsty, and tired in a long time; this was probably a side effect of completely depleting his mana bar.

Eating regular food can adaptively restore health or mana, something the system explained to Lotin a long time ago.

The mana points will disappear immediately after removing the helmet; this is something Lodin discovered since arriving in Hillshire.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea: could he try exploiting a bug in the system?

It is known that clearing the blue bar will cause feelings of hunger and fatigue.

It is also known that removing the helmet and coming into contact with the fully activated template will cause the blue bar to disappear.

Therefore, taking off the helmet may cause the current feeling of hunger and fatigue to disappear immediately.

After completing what could be considered a demonstration, Lotin prepared to remove his helmet once again.

"Ah, why have you chosen this moment to reveal your true face?"

Laurentina looked at Lotin in confusion. The Lotin she knew would never take off his helmet without a reason.

"Just to let it breathe."

Lotin managed to squeeze out a reply, took off his helmet, and gasped for breath. His fatigue had eased somewhat, but his thirst and hunger remained.

It's stuck, but not completely stuck.

You seem very thirsty.

Laurentina returned to the warehouse once during this period and took out a lot of supplies, such as water and canned food. She handed a can of purified water to Lotin.

"Thank you."

Loting's lips were already cracked, and it was too much of a strain to force himself to transform back into his massive sea form on land. Fortunately, the dampness from the rain had not yet dissipated, which alleviated Loting's discomfort.

It must have been quite a task for this crazy nun to specifically choose such a damp corner.

Lotin picked up a bottle of water and drank it down in one gulp, then opened a can of mashed potatoes and tasted normal food for the first time in a long time.

Potatoes are a specialty of Little Hillshire, but this can of mashed potatoes appears to be some kind of Victorian army rations.

The taste wasn't exactly delicious, but it was more like barely edible. Compared to it, the food on the Fool's was simply—no, comparing it to the food on the Fool's was unfair.

The kitchen and chefs on the Fool were prepared for lavish aristocratic banquets, and even ordinary crew members could benefit from them to some extent.

But Lotin still finished the jar of salty and greasy mashed potatoes. The feeling of fullness it brought was impeccable. The mashed potatoes were pressed quite firmly in the jar.

"Let's eat this instead. As far as land-dwellers' food is concerned, it's at least passable."

Skadi took out a can of sausages, a specialty of Victoria.

Canned sausages reminded Loting of the special military rations issued in a country that was extremely similar to Victoria before he traveled back in time.