Entering the palace, Rennes had never seen a building with such a large interior space.

The floor of the hall is as smooth as a mirror and spotless. The walls around a hundred meters high seem to be made of gold, and are carved with magnificent murals. The contents of the paintings are mainly a god with a majestic body like a mountain range. They hold spears and shields in their hands, kill giant dragons, fight bloody battles with demons, and fight against other gods.

From the image point of view, this god is obviously Anham, the god of giants.

He did not fight alone, but a legion of giants followed him.

These giants come from different branches, all kinds of them, but are they outstanding or dozens of Titan giants who control lightning.

Several of them are no less than gods.

There is a circular ground in the middle of the hall, which is completely transparent, like glass, and you can directly see the underground space.

There was a huge furnace running, and energy pipes were extended from it, and the surging current was leading to all directions.

Renn glanced at the mobile phone interface and the density of the thunder element reached 70, which was simply terrifying.

The light of the furnace illuminates the hall above, making the entire palace shrouded in a sacred atmosphere, combining the simplicity and longevity with the magnificent atmosphere, and lightning bursts out from time to time, and thunder roars, as if in the kingdom of gods.

However, all this attracted Rennes's attention even more than the figure sitting opposite the hall.

This is a Titan giant.

He sat in a huge metal backrest chair, just sitting there, and was already taller than the Titan giant he had just seen.

If you stand up, it will definitely be more than twenty meters!

Giants and dragons have one thing in common: the bigger the body, the stronger the strength. Titan giants more than 20 meters tall are rare in epic records.

At the first glance, Renne felt a great sense of oppression and almost couldn't breathe.

I am like an ant standing in front of an elephant.

Small and fragile.

The giant's skin showed a strange metallic luster, like bronze. It was not wearing armor like the ordinary storm giant, but was wearing a loose white robe, very casual, like wrapping a curtain around it two or three times, and then tying it with a belt.

He was not wearing shoes, and he stepped on the ground barefoot.

The Titan Giant's face looks like a middle-aged man, not looking old, but reveals a sense of vicissitudes. His long golden hair and beard have some grayish-white ends, as if they have existed for a long time.

His eyes were full of wisdom, like a wise eruditionist.

The Titan elder's posture was very relaxed, leaning gently on the chair with his back, one hand on the armrest and the other hand on his cheek. He looked at Renn with interest in his eyes.

Rennes had long since closed the Eye of Soul.

Even without using the Eye of Soul, he could sense the horror of this Titan Elder, stronger than his teacher, and higher than the Holy Soul Wizard; he had been exposed to the possession of a long-haired lady at a close distance and was very sensitive to the unique aura of the gods. Elder Titan also had a similar aura, which was divine.

Although his divine nature is extremely weak, it is enough to show that Elder Titan is already at the level of a demigod!

The power of a demigod, if anyone else, even a legend would be trembling.

The will of truth made Rennes look normal and completely unaffected.

He followed Blemit to the Titan giant's chest and said respectfully: "Ren Augustus has seen Elder Sorim."

At the same time, I thought to myself that there was no Solim among the twelve Titan demigods in the Second Age, and I don’t know when Solim appeared?

"Ren, your giant language is well spoken, and your level of knowledge is beyond your age."

Sorim's voice echoed in the hall, however, he spoke very standard imperial language, that is, Orion, like a human who grew up in the empire.

"The elder has gone too far."

Renne owed and noticed a detail.

Solim's imperial language standards are too high. One of the words is used only when the empire was established. The accent is also different from that now, making it look a bit weird.

Based on this judgment, this Titan elder learned Mandarin at least two thousand years ago!

"It is not a good thing for young people to be too modest."

Solim stood up, his huge body was like a hill, forming a large shadow, and said, "I have witnessed the rise and decline of many countries, and the birth and extinction of many species. For thousands of years, the character of the mortal race has never changed. He always likes to cover up his true thoughts. In fact, this is unnecessary in the face of absolute power."

He stepped forward as he spoke, and the hall vibrated slightly.

Every time he took a step forward, Elder Titan's body shrank a little further. When he said "no need", his figure had shrunk to the size of a normal human, becoming a strong middle-aged man over two meters tall, only half a head taller than Rennes.

After Solim became smaller, she looked younger.

He has bronze skin, a strong figure, a faint smile on his face, a gentle look, and his whole body exudes an irresistible charm.

He walked to Renn, his eyes were thoughtful, nodded, and smiled, "It turns out it is the will of truth. No wonder I can't see through your thoughts. What did you think of just now?"

Renn replied calmly: "I'm guessing the elder's age."

"Oh?" Solim was not angry, but became interested. "How old do you think I am? If the error of the answer you gave is within three hundred years, I will give you a reward."

This is quite difficult.

From the perspective of mortals, the lifespan of the demigod is almost eternal. If there is no accident, you can even live for tens of thousands of years!

Blamet next to him shook his head depressedly, "Sorim, why didn't you let me guess when we first met?"

"Haha..." Sorim smiled heartily, "This question is too easy for archaeologists. I don't want to give you a gift for nothing."

Renn turned his head, looking thoughtful.

His eyes swept through the palace hall, carefully observing every detail, and finally looked at Solim slowly, as if he wanted to find clues that could guess the age of Elder Titan.

Both Sorim and Blemit disagreed, and obviously did not think Rennes could guess correctly.

In fact, Rennes really couldn't guess it.

He could only judge that Sorim was over two thousand years old, but he couldn't figure out whether it was three thousand years old, three thousand five hundred or five thousand years old.

If you are a real archaeologist or a lecher, you may be able to find out the answer.

But Renn is not yet able to do it.

However, he has the Eye of Solim. Although he cannot directly observe Solim's soul, he can feel it a little bit from the corner of his eye.

In his vision, Thorim shone with a thousand feet of light!

Ren didn't dare to look at it with his eyes at all. Even if he just glanced at it, his soul trembled. He endured the discomfort, calmly looked on the surface, and after careful experience for a few seconds, he quickly closed the Eye of the Soul.

Over the past year, Rennes has used the Soul Eye countless times and has already been able to handle it.

He can also make accurate judgments based on the remaining power of the target soul.

This is as clear as the annual rings of a tree. Just looking at the outermost circles of annual rings, you can calculate how many annual rings this tree has, without seeing the whole picture.

"Three thousand nine hundred and fifty years old." Renn quickly gave the answer.

Solim was stunned.

Blemit's eyes were even more unbelievable. Even if he asked him to speculate, it would not be more accurate than Rennes' guess.

Sorim was born at the end of the last epoch and witnessed the invasion of Alan Ershi, destroying the three major races of elves, dwarves and orcs, and survived until he advanced to the storm plane. He did not survive until the Titan giant advanced to spend the dark thousand years, witnessing the rise of mankind and the establishment of the empire.

Until today, Sorim will live to four thousand years in a few decades!

"What did you calculate based on?" Blemit asked curiously.

Renn spread his hands and said, "I guess it casually."

The dwarf and the Titan Elder both believed it. Sorim nodded half-wondered and half-appreciated, and a badge of half a palm appeared on his hand.

The material of the badge is very similar to stone, shaped like a tortuous lightning.

"This is the Thunder Rune Stone, the unique creation of our Storm Giant clan. Carrying it on your body can increase the casting speed and power of the Thunder Spell."

Solim briefly introduced two sentences and handed over the things.

When Renn came into contact with the rune stone, he immediately understood its effect. His casting acceleration and power increased by about 10%. It was a top-quality equipment, worth at least tens of thousands of gold shields!

He is worthy of being a demigod, so generous in his actions.

Rennes quickly put it away and said with a sincere look on his face: "Thank you for the gift of the elder."

"I made this casually, just like you." Sorim said dismissively, and looked at Rennes twice. "I heard from Blamet that you are a student of the Holy Soul Wizard?"

"Yes." Renn responded, knowing that the matter was coming.

"I have also heard of Ancivodaus' name. His spell casting philosophy is unique and has inspired me a lot." Solim commented in a very plain tone and continued: "You are his student and an earl. I believe that he has a good status in the Orionthal Empire and has many friends?"

Renne didn't understand what a demigod asked about these things, so he could only nod and admit:

"It's okay."

Elder Titan seemed a little dissatisfied with this answer, but he didn't care. "You don't have to be nervous, I just want to make some deals with you."

"Trade?" Renne's heart moved.

Sorim took out a crystalline silver ore and asked, "Have you seen this mineral? In the giant's words, we call it the 'source crystal'. If you can collect the source crystal, you can use it to trade with me, and I will accept it no matter how many there are."

Rennes took over the ore and bought it very seriously.

The metal feels effective immediately, and a clear understanding of the structural properties of the minerals in the hands is very high in density, between fine iron and meteorite iron, but not particularly hard.

Its conductivity to energy is also very average, which makes it impossible to use it to make magical equipment.

However, Renn noticed something.

This mineral called source crystal radiates energy outward all the time. If it is placed in the dark, you will definitely see it emitting a glimmer of light. The small mineral contains unimaginable huge energy, just like the radioactive ore in the previous life.

Is the source crystal a nuclear fuel?

Rennes had never seen this metal in Alan Ershi, nor had he heard of its existence, but it did not prevent him from making speculation.

His eyes were set at his feet, the huge furnace under the transparent floor.

Sorim noticed Renn's movements and his expression changed slightly, and couldn't help but sigh: "Renn, you are more wise than I thought."

As he said that, he raised his hand and waved it, and a bronze plate fell into Renn's hand.

Renn saw that the bronze plate was engraved with lightning, written in Orion's language. This is a transaction list that lists what source crystals can exchange and their corresponding source crystals.

He browsed it briefly and felt hot.
Chapter completed!