章 701: Titanic Physiology

Michael and Ymir continued to experiment with her abilities, eventually revealing the seemingly limitless potential of it. They'd discovered that the density of the titan's skin, flesh, and bones was dependent on the density of the sand used in its creation.

This was one of the reasons damp sand was a far better material to use, even if it took more blood from Ymir to manifest. From there they created an assortment of creatures, dogs, cats, fish, birds... The only thing separating them from the actual animals they were created after were their human faces.

Ymir's creations required humanoid faces for some reason or another, making it almost impossible to create spy animals... Though, for insects like flies, the human faces weren't all that noticeable... The giant insects they created however? Those things were fucking horrifying... Like Koh the Face Stealer times a thousand.

The titans they created with extremely compressed sand were incredibly powerful. The sand needed to remain as granules for it to work, meaning there was only so much pressure that could be applied before things started to melt. Regardless, they were left with titans that had completely bone-like skin, like that of the Armoured Titan. They were slightly slower than their less armoured variants, but Michael sincerely doubted that any regular person in Tamriel could kill one.

Their stupidly fast regenerative abilities, stupidly high defences, and stupidly high strength made them a nightmare for regular armies to deal with. If Ymir had been creating these instead of the regular titans in her original world, no one would have survived. Marley's guns and artillery would have literally bounced off of them.

The new flying titans were also a force to be reckoned with, they'd experimented between harpy-like creatures but eventually settled on simple hawk shapes, since they were the most effective in general. Extremely fast, extremely dangerous, if somewhat weak to damage... But, that didn't matter much since they retained the same regenerative abilities other titans did.

Speaking of which... Back in Ymir's world, most titans were a result of Eldians being transformed, leaving their napes as their weak points... This wasn't for true pure titans that hadn't originally been humans... The weak point for these ones was now their brains, which were actually more protected than ever...

Napes were soft and fragile on normal titans, but brains? They were protected by thing skin and skulls, the Scout Corps wouldn't have been able to leave the walls if this was the case back then. Their blades broke on just titan skin, let alone bone matter.

Last but certainly not least was the special abilities of the shifters. Michael was sure they could be recreated by Ymir if she wished it so, and it turned out he was right, if at the cost of significantly more blood. The ability to turn flesh into crystal, the ability to summon titans with a roar, the ability to crush almost anything, the ability to create matter... The only real issue was the titan's limited intelligence.

The only way they'd found to increase it was to drastically ramp up the size of their skulls, making them pretty useless for combat. Michael had thought to make bodiless titans that were only made up of giant heads... Ymir would grant them the Hammer Titan's abilities and Micahel would bury them around places to act as horrifying living mines... Kind of like Sarlacc pits come to think of it?

The most important thing however was their ability to recreate the 'wall titans' Colossal titans that could harden their skin and create giant walls at will... This was particularly apparent when the entire world suddenly declared war on Winterhold...

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"So... What're we looking at here?" Michael questions as he walks into the meeting hall with Ymir hanging off of his back. He sits down in his usual spot next to his friends, Megumin, Saya, Saeko, Charlotte, Maria... Tiffania was sat further away, but he was sure he was whittling down her displeasure at him, judging by the appraising looks she snuck at him. Presents were a way to a girl's heart, she must have enjoyed having thousands of refugees dropped on the orphanage's doorstep...

Ennura scowls at the head seat, "What are we looking at?" she parrots while someone rolls out a map of both Skyrim and Tamriel as a whole. "We're fucked, that's what we're looking at. I thought it was just bad luck in our old world, but it's happening again!" she exclaims as she starts slamming down coloured pieces onto the map.

"The Arch-Mage has helpfully informed us of just who is attacking us-, or well, it'd be a shorter list to note who ISN'T attacking. Cyrodil has declared war on us, Winterhold specifically, with Surtr as its new Emperor. That means every other Hold in Skyrim, all of Highrock, and probably Hammerfell to given his declaration of war against the Thalmor too." the points at the Eastern border, "The only positive in this is that we're not on the border with Morrowind, otherwise they might've attacked us as well!"

"This is ridiculous! Why only us? And why would Skyrim listen to Surtr after what he did in Solstheim?" Saya angrily questions.

One of the merchants that'd transferred all of his wealth to Winterhold sneers at her with anxiously bared teeth, "Oh, I think we all know that by now." he looks over at Michael, "Your rivalry with the 'Emperor' is well known, plus the Priests of the Divines all over Tamriel declaring a Holy Crusade against the invading 'Daedric Prince'."

Michael quirks a brow at him, "You're quite brave then, aren't you? Talking shit to the face of a Daedric Lord." he quietly retorts while flaring his magic slightly, causing the red-faced man to pale and almost topple out of his chair in sheer terror.

"Michael! Not helping!" Ennura shouts while tossing a coloured piece at him, the thing awkwardly bouncing off of his forehead.

"Keep the Gold-Mutts quiet and we'll be good." he shrugs, all as Ymir sits in his lap and begins playing with the coloured piece.