Star Forge Titan

Then he lowered his eyelids, revealing only a tiny slit in his covered eyes, but two eerie red lights were revealed in them.

"I haven't seen blood in a long, long time."

At some point, the beagle in Prince Louis's arms had stopped breathing, and its neck, which had been gently caressed before, was now twisted into an unnatural angle.

The subordinate said nothing until the beagle's body was thrown in front of him.

"Go out and let an old man like me enjoy the sunshine alone for a while."

The room quickly returned to a deathly silence, with only the low hum of magical devices and alchemical equipment in operation.

After a long time, a long sigh was heard.

"Peace, oh, damn peace..."

The conversation far away in the Upper Town of Lutetia, the perfect city, would naturally not be known to any third party, but something very lively was also happening in the Lower Town.

The battle between the Orphan Gang and the Black-billed Sparrow Gang has entered a white-hot stage. All the Black-billed Sparrow Gang's strongholds are under siege. God knows where Canon Marilyn, who was born an orphan, found so many helpers.

It seemed as if overnight, all the young and middle-aged men in the downtown area became his helpers. Even if they did not dare to directly become enemies with the Black-billed Sparrow Gang, they would secretly give them a beating, or help the members of the Orphan Gang by handing them things like kitchen knives, bricks, and shovels.

But the Orphan Gang also discovered that the Black Sparrow Gang's most elite armed thugs did not appear on the front battlefield.

Moreover, their boss, the thug among thugs, Maxwell Ross, was also absent from any major industry.

He was like a crocodile lurking in deep water, watching everything and everyone on the surface with brutal eyes. He could suddenly jump out of the water at any time when others were not paying attention, and open his bloody mouth to bite the chosen prey.

The first people to notice that something was wrong were a few minions from other gangs who were guarding the outskirts of the Orphan Gang to gather intelligence.

"Who do you think will win this time?" a thin man leaning against the wall asked in a low voice:

"Needless to say, judging by the situation, that old guy Maxwell is really old. His group of stinky crows can't even fight back. I think it's time for a change in the downtown area." Another short man squatting on an empty wine barrel said firmly.

"Really? It's not like there weren't people who challenged the old black-billed sparrow before, but now they're all lying at the bottom of the Seine feeding the fish." The third person sneered. He was a sturdy fat man, and his opinion was obviously different from the former's.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be so sure, but that Canon is different." The dwarf shook his head and continued:

"Indeed, that guy doesn't look like a gang member at all. Instead, he looks like a stupid kid taught by a pastor. He actually uses the money to build roads and clean up. Does he want to build a temple on his own land?" The thin man laughed, but found that the other two did not find the joke very funny.

"But you can't deny that the Orphan Gang's territory is now the most profitable block in the downtown area except for the Moulin Rouge. City people from Lutetia like to go there during the daytime on weekends." The dwarf immediately retorted.

As he was speaking, he noticed that the other two suddenly stopped talking. The dwarf turned around and showed a shocked expression.

More than a hundred tall, armed thugs wearing long leather coats and with black triangular masks covering the lower half of their faces were walking towards the street.

Surrounding them was an old man with gray hair but taller and stronger than the others. He was about fifty years old, and his face was covered with scars from various fights. He was not wearing a black mask. It was none other than Maxwell Ross, the black-billed broodmare himself!

"Black-billed Sparrow and his gang of thugs!" The dwarf covered his mouth and whispered in astonishment:

"They're finally moving, but why are they heading this direction? Why aren't they going to rescue their own businesses, but are instead heading towards the Orphan Gang?" The thin man said in surprise.

"Is it an exchange? The old guy Maxwell used his own industry as bait. He personally led the team to destroy the Orphan Gang's industry in order to force the other party to return for support. An ambush must have been set up on the road. Now it depends on who is more ruthless and quicker!" The fat man who previously thought that the Black-billed Sparrow Gang had a greater advantage also had a very interesting expression. He did not expect things to turn out like this.

"But why start here? The Orphan Gang's industries around here aren't important, right?" The thin man was still a little confused.

Hearing his words, the dwarf seemed to realize something and the expression on his face immediately became very ugly.

"You guys talk first, I have to go back and tell the boss about this."

"Ah, me too."

The three of them exchanged glances. They all knew each other was a spy sent by another gang, so they had even been chatting in a friendly manner. But if something really happened, these people would have to get back to their jobs immediately, otherwise they would most likely be punished by their superiors.

After saying goodbye in a hurry, the short guy rushed out more than ten meters away. He even jumped between the roofs or squeezed through various narrow gaps. He crossed various obstacles with great flexibility along the way. He was just like a fast-running wild cat, soft and light.

But unlike the brisk movements, the dwarf's face was filled with an extremely anxious expression. It looked like Betty, who had disguised herself as a boy and sneaked out of the orphanage to gather information.

This place wasn't far from the orphanage, and she still had no idea what Maxwell's intentions were. He was clearly planning to start with Marilyn's Orphanage! He'd destroyed the place that Canon valued most, completely unbalancing him.

Now, neither Diana nor Canon stayed in the orphanage. The former and Old Barton went to find out the news about purchasing a new magic car. Although Ivan said he wanted to do it himself, she was not at ease, so she asked Old Barton to help her find out some relevant information.

As the boss of the Orphan Gang, the latter naturally joined his subordinates in attacking the Black-billed Sparrow Gang.

Right now, the only people in the orphanage were Mother Teresa and a group of immature, completely ignorant little kids. Neither the elderly Mother Teresa nor the young children could possibly be a match for a group of professional thugs!

Run!

Betty let out a silent cry from the bottom of her heart, but when she ran to the orphanage, she found that the group of people in long leather coats had appeared on the other side of the street.

Betty, distracted, didn't look ahead and ended up bumping into someone.

"Ouch." Betty screamed, but someone grabbed her collar before she fell.

"Betty? Why are you here?" Ivan's voice unexpectedly sounded in his ear.

The little girl Betty looked up and saw that standing next to the black-haired young man was the fox-faced wizard with a fake smile on his face, his hair messy like a ball of straw, and his appearance reminiscent of a fox.

However, the fox-faced Khayon no longer had a fake smile on his face. He stared at the thugs approaching from a distance with an extremely gloomy look.

"They want to ignore the orphanage. Take everyone away!" Betty cried and screamed:

The girl's cries pierced the necromancer's heart like steel needles, making it impossible for him to maintain even a fake smile. His expression even looked hideous and ferocious.

Looking at this group of thugs, Khayon recalled the destroyed orphanage when he was a child, and the cries that gradually disappeared in his memory rang in his ears again.

"Ah, we understand." Hearing Betty's words, Alvin was not flustered. He put Betty back on the ground, then pushed the little guy's back into the orphanage with a gentle smile.

"Then..." Betty looked puzzled.

"Kid, we are mages." At this time, Ka Yang, who had his back to her and was looking at the thugs in the distance, suddenly spoke out.

"Huh?" Betty was stunned.

"Close your eyes, and I will show you a magic." Khayon opened his hands slightly to both sides, and two duel wands suddenly popped out from his sleeves. He held them firmly in his hands as if he were holding a pair of swords.

"Did the gang members blink?"

Chapter 62: Corpse March

When the armed thugs of the Black-billed Sparrow appeared across the street, everyone on the street immediately scattered like frightened birds.

The group of armed thugs, each about 1.8 meters tall and wearing leather coats, shouted and cursed, trying to drive away the idiots who ran too slowly, but no one dared to talk back, not even to show a fierce look.

No one wanted to stay. Years of operation had spread the notoriety of the Black-billed Sparrow Gang to every resident of the downtown area. Furthermore, every resident of the downtown area, influenced by the chaotic and dangerous living environment, was forced to develop a crisis instinct like a herbivore's keen sense of danger to a carnivore.

They don't have the leisure to watch the excitement from close range. After all, if you get too close to some of the excitement, you might even beat your brains out.

Among the thugs, Maxwell Ross himself stood quietly across the street, smoking a cigar. He puffed out puffs of smoke, and his expression was not at all serious, but only a kind of indifference that showed he had no hesitation in using violence and was completely accustomed to it.

Maxwell was not afraid to use violence against anyone, young or old, whenever necessary. He took no pleasure in it, but this indifference made him more frightening than those inferior gang members who enjoyed violence.

Looking at the two seemingly outnumbered young men standing in front of the orphanage, the gray-haired old thug spoke slowly in a hoarse and vague tone:

"Family is very important. Canon only left two boys to protect his most important family?"

There was actually a hint of dissatisfaction in the voice of this gray-haired old thug.

"So, young people nowadays are really too naive." Maxwell shook his head and waved his hand gently.

"Kill them and then burn this house down."

A hundred or so men roared in unison, then, like a wave, rushed down the street toward the two men blocking the orphanage. Compared to the inferior weapons held by ordinary gang members, these sturdy men in long leather coats were each equipped with formal weapons like battle axes and long swords. Their muscles were well-developed and powerful, clearly well-fed and well-trained.

It's just that they don't have the resources and ability to receive advancement training. Of course, it could also be because Maxwell doesn't want too many extraordinary people under him. After all, he himself is only a second-level.

Ivan tilted his head and glanced at the hundred or so strong men with ferocious expressions in front of him with a calm but somewhat bored look.

Then, he looked at Khayon, who had taken out two dueling wands at the same time.

Someone stepped on a landmine...

The tall black-haired boy sighed in his heart.

"Leave these people to me." Kayon Paulus, the necromancer who also came from an orphanage, said in a low voice.

Originally, no matter what he said, his tone and voice were filled with a sweet and flattering voice. This was a scar-like mark left on him by studying survival in the Undead Cult for a long time.

But at this moment, the young necromancer made a hollow and cold sound like the echo of a tomb, which sounded like the roar of a disturbed ghost.

"Leave the leading one to me, and you can take any of the others." Alvin turned his head, walked to the side, and leaned against the pillar in front of the orphanage with his arms folded.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter." Ka Yang chuckled, but did not refuse the kindness.

Then, he pointed his hands forward with a swish, and when the thugs in long coats saw the two dueling wands, they showed disdain on their faces.

These ignorant frogs in the well had no idea what a dueling wand was. They just thought that this guy was scared crazy and was planning to fight against a hundred people with just two small wooden sticks.

"Deathgazesatthou!" The gathered negative energy magic was quickly compressed and transformed, and then released forward in the simplest and crudest form.

The spell that needed to be recited in ancient Saga and was several sections long was condensed into just four words, which shows the profound attainments of Khayon in necromancy.

The purple light was like a laser light that had been activated, dividing the space in front of Khayon into countless areas, and making those who were hit immediately show expressions of pain.

While the long leather coats made of aged cowhide could somewhat function as leather armor, offering some protection against ordinary swords and even small-caliber steam guns, they offered no resistance to the cumulative negative energy beams. Furthermore, these muscular thugs themselves had no magic resistance at all.

After all, when it comes down to it, they are just trainee-level beings, not true transcendents at all.

In this traditional cold weapon combat, extraordinary people who can use magic have a great advantage over ordinary people. Khayang took this to the extreme, so he defeated dozens of people in one encounter.

Maxwell, who had been watching this scene calmly, suddenly shuddered and the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground, scattering some bright sparks and floating ashes.

"Mage!" The gray-haired old thug frowned, tightened his grip on the long-handled battle axe in his hand, and with a serious expression, pushed aside several subordinates, wanting to rush to Khayang as quickly as possible.

At this time, the necromancer who had just knocked down the dozen or so fastest people with a shot of negative energy did not stop attacking. He was already reciting the incantation of the next spell.

Moreover, because of the first spell, the concentration of negative energy in the surrounding environment was increased to more than twice the natural level. Visible black and purple smoke swirled and rose in the air, like the ghostly lights sporadically seen in a cemetery.

The street was only a few dozen meters long, but before Maxwell and his long-coated thugs had run halfway, Khayon had successfully cast his second spell.

"Human Charm." He didn't use any ancient language this time, but the name of the spell made Alvin couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Those who were "knocked down" by the negative energy rays suddenly trembled as if they were struck by lightning, then staggered to their feet again, hugged their nearest companions, and then launched a crazy attack with their teeth or nails like wild beasts.

For a moment, screams were heard everywhere and the entire group of thugs was in chaos. The surprise of being attacked by their own people and the severe pain of being bitten made this group of thugs, who were considered to have rich combat experience, feel surprised and shocked.

Damn human charm!

Ivan secretly held his forehead, feeling lucky that he had decisively thrown Betty into the door early. This scene was not suitable for minors to watch.

As someone who has fought against Elrond's undead army for many years in the game, he is naturally very familiar with the tactics used by Khayon at this moment.

The first move is to shoot negative energy to change the magical composition of the environment, and the second spell directly creates new forces, which is the standard combat skill of Elrond's necromancer!

Besides, this guy's second-level extraordinary job is a Samurai Spirit Master, and the "Samurai" here does not mean "to serve", but "to serve".

Unlike the humility of the former word, the latter is full of cold manipulation and control.

The real name of this tactic is - Corpse March!

Chapter 63: Raging Blood

The more you kill, the more there are. This is the truest portrayal of the march of corpses.

"Don't panic! Charge forward!"

Maxwell chopped down a 'former subordinate' who rushed towards him with an axe, roaring and swinging the long-handled battle axe in his hand, trying to maintain the situation.

As a result, he did not expect that the 'subordinate', whose body was torn from the left shoulder to the right chest by the axe and almost cut in half, actually rushed up again with blood gushing out.

"Damn it, this isn't a human!" Maxwell's expression finally showed a hint of shock.

The Lower Town is certainly a mixed bag with all kinds of people, and even low-level mages appear occasionally.

Although those magicians have many abilities, as long as you seize the opportunity, get close to them and hit them hard, you can most likely defeat them.

But even an old thug like Maxwell, who had experienced a lot, had never seen such a weird scene.

But he did not hesitate. Instead, he swung the axe more decisively and wanted to rush to the two strangers.

Only by posing a direct threat to them can the current situation be changed.

This is what Maxwell thought in his heart.

"How cruel."

Watching the gray-haired old thug chop the man who was his subordinate just a few minutes ago in half with a sharp knife, Khayang's face once again showed a fake smile, and he sighed, as if he was watching a hilarious show.

At this moment, the necromancer's hands were like a craftsman controlling puppets, shaking his wand rhythmically and changing his gestures, as if pulling invisible silk threads to make the bodies that should have been lying down move again.

These 'people' were like a well-trained army, forming small combat units of three or three, assisting each other in attacking the same enemy, and vaguely forming a line of defense, preventing any thugs from getting close to the orphanage and Khayon himself.

In fact, the thugs who had been hit by a large number of negative energy rays had already died when they fell to the ground. Their bodies gradually became cold, and their ordinary souls that had not been sublimated also quickly dissipated and disappeared.

However, the negative energy that filled the surrounding environment caused the souls to dissipate a little slower than normal, which gave the young necromancer time and space to operate.