Star Forge Titan

The deep purple refined magic within Khayon's body flowed outwards through his wand, and combined with the Samurai's ability to control and manipulate the souls of the dead, he forcibly bound the incomplete souls of the newly deceased into their already cold bodies. Furthermore, the abnormally concentrated negative energy environment constantly altered the characteristics of the corpses.

What was born was a group of undead puppets that were stronger than they were in life and fearless of death.

Moreover, this situation was not accidental, but gradually evolved into a norm. Every time someone fell on the battlefield, Khayon had one more "soldier" in his hands.

Soon, the number of the hundred or so armed thugs was reduced to a quarter. More than twenty terrifying figures, covered in blood but still screaming, were now engaged in a fierce battle with those who had been their companions just minutes ago.

Although the armed thugs of the Blackmouth Gang were considered well-trained among gang members and were probably on par with ordinary city defense forces, they still showed great discomfort and even fear in the face of such a sudden change.

Not only did they lose a quarter of their members, they also had to face attacks from their former companions, which brought the entire gang to the brink of collapse.

Maxwell's face darkened as he saw this. He spun the axe in his hand vigorously, forcing the surrounding enemies away. Then, without hesitation, he pulled out a cylindrical brass syringe.

The shape of this syringe is similar to the earliest metal syringe. It is not as light as modern plastic products. There are two circular rings fixed on both sides of the syringe to fix it on the fingers, and there is a push rod at the back.

There is a piece of transparent glass with scales marked on the side of the pure copper medicine chamber. Through the glass, you can see that it is filled with a whole tube of bright red medicine.

"..." Without any hesitation, Maxwell directly inserted the syringe into the aorta on the side of his neck, and then pressed the push rod at the back hard.

The medicine was quickly injected into his body through the needle, and the old thug's tall body began to change.

The already well-developed muscles expanded further, and the skin around them was stretched pale and taut, with the dark blue blood vessels underneath bulging out, like spreading tree roots and vines quickly crawling all over the body.

"Wow, stage two." Alvin smiled, but there was a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

He had already completed countless copies of the game, so he naturally knew what the other party had just done.

The potion in the syringe was called 'Blood of Rage', a battlefield stimulant commonly used by low-level combatants. It could temporarily increase strength and reflexes. In gaming terms, it could be described as a temporary increase in strength and agility.

But this medicine also has side effects, which is that it will make people overly excited, easily lose their rationality, and fall into a state of deep frenzy similar to that of a berserker, but the attribute bonus will be much less, so this potion is also called false frenzy by players.

Despite this, Maxwell, as a second-level transcendent who has not been promoted for many years, has a very good control over his body and job abilities.

That kind of familiarity was definitely not something that young transcendents who had just been promoted in a short period of time could even begin to match. Furthermore, this was clearly not Maxwell's first time using the potion. After only a few brief pauses, the gray-haired old thug recovered to a state where he could continue fighting.

The excitement brought by the potion made his eyes red and the whites of his eyes bloodshot as if they were burning, but the most important thing was that his mind remained calm, even cold.

He snatched the burning torch from his subordinate's hand. The enhanced strength allowed Maxwell to use the two-handed axe with one hand, but he only fought forward for about ten steps. He did not choose to move forward and forcibly attack the defense line formed by his former subordinates. Instead, he seized the opportunity to throw the torch towards the orphanage itself!

Khayang's expression changed, and his eyes revealed an extremely cold look, but he did not appear panicked. Instead, he controlled the undead puppets in an orderly manner to continue blocking the enemy's advance.

As for the torch falling towards the roof, the young necromancer didn't even take a second look at it.

Because he knew someone would take care of this little accident.

Bah!

With a loud roar, the torch exploded directly into a ball of sparks and wood chips in the air.

Putting away the Crusher heavy pistol in his hand, Alvin twisted his neck, making a crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"Are you so eager to die?"

Staring at Maxwell, whose expression was gloomy to a certain extent, Ivan took a step forward. The sound of his footsteps was like stepping on the gaps between heartbeats, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at the young man who had not taken any action just now, Maxwell suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, as if his intuition was giving him the final warning.

Then, the words from the young man's mouth made the gray-haired old thug's expression change immediately.

"Where are your twelve gunmen? Aren't those your trump cards? Why don't you let them out?"

Chapter 64: Sudden Death

Twelve gunmen, that doesn't sound like much.

But at this point in time, steam guns were controlled weapons in Linde.

Even the smallest-powered pistols were only available to nobles and certain licensed individuals.

The magic steam guns that Maxwell's twelve gunmen wield are not the pistol-type ones that are semi-open to the public (mainly to the aristocracy) on the market, but the more powerful military rifle-type magic steam guns.

This military steam gun has a longer barrel, a higher steam compression ratio in the barrel, and ammunition of larger caliber and mass. Its shooting power is enough to penetrate full body plate armor and the magic shield released by low-level wizards, and its range reaches more than 300 meters.

Even though the guns in Maxwell's hands were homemade versions illegally modified by alchemists, they were still much more powerful than ordinary magic pistols, and their range was several times longer.

In a sense, exposure will bring great trouble.

Therefore, although Maxwell invested a lot of money to train a team of loyal gunmen to deal with the possibility of powerful extraordinary people, he would never dare to use this team in daily gang disputes. This is true even if each of the twelve gunmen is a skilled shooter and can easily shoot a pigeon within a hundred meters with a homemade steam rifle with limited accuracy.

Because once the matter becomes a big deal, both the Public Security Bureau in Wales Field and the noble lords in the inner city will investigate the relevant incidents to the end, and even the umbrella behind him will remain silent.

You know, the power and range of the rifle-type magic steam gun are enough to pose a great threat to the masters living in the perfect city of Lutetia.

Those wealthy businessmen and noble gentlemen living in the upper or inner city can't wear magic armor or alchemical armor when they go out to a ball, right?

As for how Alvin knew this, of course it was because he had already been killed once in the game.

When he and his teammates participated in the first attack on the Black Mouth Sparrow Gang's headquarters, seeing that the BOSS was already at low health in the second stage, the gray-haired old thug suddenly summoned twelve gunmen and beat everyone back to the city to see the Maiden of Death.

After the progress report on the development of the new land came out, the forum instantly became heated, and players collectively scolded the planner for causing trouble.

It was clearly a thrilling cold weapon fight before, with you slashing and me slashing at each other, but after you let the boss have very little health, you suddenly called out a whole team of lancers, what does that mean?

"Sir, times have changed!" Shouldn't we, the players, be the ones shouting lines like this?

In short, after Ivan said the word "gunman", Maxwell, who had already been thinking of retreating, immediately stopped.

Originally, an orphanage meant nothing to him; it was merely a way to provoke the Orphan Gang into losing their minds. His real goal was to weaken their strength and ultimately achieve victory. With the sudden appearance of two difficult Transcendents, Maxwell, leader of the Black-billed Sparrow Gang, naturally wouldn't pursue the matter to the end.

Gang members always talk about face, but the real driving force behind their actions is profit.

When the input was not proportional to the output, Maxwell actually planned to retreat with the remaining dozens of armed thugs.

However, if the existence of the twelve elite gunmen were to be exposed, even the largest gang in the downtown area, such as the Black-billed Sparrows, would be skinned alive by the Sheriff's Department, perhaps even more than one layer.

"Kill them." The temperature of Maxwell's eyes dropped below freezing, and his tone was even lower, like the roar of a ghost lying underground.

In the eyes of Maxwell Ross, who has never left the lower town of Lutetia in his life, perhaps he is fighting for a great cause in his life. This gray-haired old thug wants to control the entire lower town, create his own underground kingdom, and make everyone live according to the rules he sets.

He even tried to please the owners of the factories, asking them to provide more jobs, while he himself was responsible for driving the lazy people in the downtown area into the factories to work honestly instead of going on strike and causing trouble over a few pennies.

But those lazy and ignorant guys not only didn't know how to be grateful, but they even dared to block his way forward! The two guys in front of him with unknown origins dared to confront his most elite subordinates just for an orphanage!

They are courting death!

Anger continued to build in the old man's heart. His muscles, which had swelled due to the 'Blood of Rage' potion, swelled again, and traces of tears appeared on his skin, revealing the bulging bright red muscles underneath.

At this moment, he almost forcibly acquired the deep frenzy power that did not belong to the 'thug'. His physical strength, which was the main direction of strengthening, had even exceeded the human limit, that is, more than twenty points.

But what is the use?

"Go to hell, you brat!"

Roaring, he pushed away the thugs in leather coats and the enemies under his command. Maxwell held the long-handled battle axe with one hand, which originally required both hands to use smoothly. He was like a war machine with an engine running at high speed, taking heavy and powerful steps and rushing towards Ivan and Khayon quickly.

Both the black-haired boy and the young necromancer seemed indifferent to the rapidly approaching second-level transcendent. The former just stood in the middle of the street with his bare hands, while the latter controlled the corpses of the dead with an indifferent look on his face to launch round after round of attacks, making it impossible for the armed thugs who were in a state of chaos to leave.

However, in secret, after hearing that the other party had a team of gunmen, Khayon began to quietly chant incantations and change his gestures, silently releasing a summoning spell.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

The sharp battle axe whistled through the air, and with a whooshing sound, it fell down towards Ivan's head.

He wanted to split this ignorant kid in half from head to toe!

Ding--

A sharp buzzing sound caused by the collision of metal and hard objects suddenly rang out, and the heavily falling axe blade and the slightly raised palm came into contact with each other, and then stopped strangely in an instant in a way that made people feel abrupt and uncomfortable.

Although the long-handled battle axe in Maxwell's hand came from a dwarven forge, and the steel and forging techniques used were first-rate, it was definitely a top-quality product. However, it was still just an ordinary weapon, devoid of any magic, special alchemical devices, or magical engineering equipment.

In other words, in terms of grade classification, it is still ordinary iron.

Even though this gray-haired old thug had injected berserker blood to temporarily increase his strength, and even through decades of long-term training and bloody battles, he had tapped the power of the second-level class "thug" to the extreme, and even came into contact with some of the berserker's berserker power, he still couldn't make his strength exceed the extreme with just a move.

and so……

Completely transparent scales appeared on the young man's palms, and the power of the additional talent brought by the ancient dragon blood factor [Heaven-given Armor - Invisible Scales] was activated. Ordinary iron and malicious magic could not directly penetrate this layer of defense.

So much so that he blocked this angry and violent attack with one hand.

"That's ugly, Maxwell."

Looking at the stranger who did not feel strange to him even though they met for the first time, Alvin's expression gradually changed.

At this moment, less than twenty-four hours had passed since he made the decision to unify the downtown gangs, but the black-haired young man was beginning to feel bored.

He gripped the axe with his five fingers. Though they were only five long, powerful fingers, they moved like a closed industrial machine, leaving distinct, indented marks on the axe blade. No matter how Maxwell roared and howled, even with both hands gripping the handle, he couldn't pull the axe free.

"However, I have sensed your determination." Alvin nodded slowly and seriously.

Everyone has his own determination. Even the cruel black-billed sparrow is pushing forward the rules he believes in. However, his rules will not make most people happy. They will only make the entire downtown area fall deeper into hell.

If the Wall of Sighs were to be breached in the material world in the future, the accumulated despair and anger alone would likely summon demons and evil gods, because they could not see any future or any path forward.

Therefore, in Alvin's opinion, the gray-haired old thug in front of him is the stumbling block that stands in the way of more people moving forward on the road to happiness!

Fortunately, compared with other larger and heavier stones, this stone is not difficult to move.

However, Maxwell did take a step on the path to becoming a transcendent that many others hadn't. That was to break through the limitations of his job and begin to master the most crucial transcendent power: the power of the soul.

If there is no soul power, relying solely on the anger of a mortal, even if the brain is filled with blood, it is impossible to break the limits of the flesh or even the race.

Putting aside his moral standards, at least on this point, this old man who has spent decades to fully master the job of 'thug' is indeed very hard-working. He even touched the edge of the third level.

"In return, I should be a little more serious." As he spoke, a hint of anger gradually appeared in Ivan's eyes, penetrating his pupils.

The most critical skill of the first-level barbarian - rage, is now activated.

The roaring primal magic power flowed rapidly through the flesh, blood and bones, like a rushing river, carrying with it an endless and rolling force, which made this body, whose strength had already far exceeded the limit of human beings, increase even more, so that the strength attribute broke through to the terrifying level of more than thirty points!

The next moment, the long-handled battle axe, forged with high-quality steel and dwarven craftsmanship, shattered.

The sound of shattering steel made Maxwell's ears buzz, and the flying fragments cut several wounds on his body, even penetrating into his skin and flesh, causing bursts of stinging pain.

But this cruel and cold-blooded old thug had no time to be shocked by this, because a rapidly expanding fist was quickly occupying his entire field of vision.

"Ahhhh!" Maxwell roared with all his might and threw a punch.

Fist against fist, force against force, a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye instantly exploded in the air, and the dust on the ground was shaken away and spread out in an even circle in all directions.

A force of more than twenty points collided with a force of more than thirty points. The sound was like a heavy bell hanging from the top of a church falling to the ground, erupting with a deafening roar.

A healthy adult's Strength attribute is around 8 points, but each point of increase doesn't represent a simple accumulation, but rather exponential growth. In other words, the further you progress, the greater the difference in Strength attribute per point!

Therefore, the result of this attack can be imagined.

Maxwell's body did not fly away like a baseball, because the unimaginable force directly crushed and tore his right hand from the shoulder, turning it into a pile of broken limbs that flew away.

Bright red blood splattered across the ground in large, fan-shaped splatters. Every armed thug in a long coat was practically stunned by the scene before them. The Black-billed Sparrow Maxwell, the leader they envisioned as infinitely powerful and invincible, had his arm torn off. No, to be more precise, he was knocked flying...

Even Maxwell himself froze in place.

He stared blankly at his right arm which had completely disappeared. He could vaguely feel the illusion of his fingers closing and opening. When he truly realized that this was not an illusion, intense pain suddenly surged like a tide, causing him to kneel on the ground involuntarily, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Be quiet." The scream stopped abruptly. Ivan stepped on Maxwell's head with a cold expression, making him unable to make any sound and could only twist his body in pain.

Wait, I still have gunmen, let them attack, let them launch the attack!

Maxwell struggled to issue an order. As a trump card, those twelve gunmen were clearly accompanying him in secret. Even if they had no orders, shouldn't they still take action after seeing this scene? Had they betrayed him?

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the young wizard casting a spell, gazing at him with a cruel smile. Then, a translucent ghost appeared behind the young wizard, clutching several blood-spattered steam rifles. The wizard took the rifles with curiosity, examining the strange, unfamiliar weapon from head to toe.

That rough and familiar appearance was exactly the magic steam rifle held by his team of gunmen!

You! You guys!

Fear and despair occupied Maxwell's heart at the same time.

"Shh, don't scare the kids." After saying that, the black-haired boy stomped his feet with an indifferent expression.

Crack! Maxwell's cervical vertebrae were violently broken. His bloodshot eyes quickly dimmed, his chest stopped rising and falling, and his breathing ceased.

he died.

Perhaps, this old thug never knew until his death that his gang was suddenly attacked and even completely destroyed. In the beginning, it was just because someone wanted to build a car.

And the name of that car is - Hope.

Chapter 65: A Hammer on the Head

Like a sudden storm, the unrest in Linde's lower town ended quickly.

The media and newspapers within the Perfect City - Lutetia called this a riot. Yes, they didn't even consider it a riot, but only judged it as a riot that occurred intermittently in the chaotic downtown area.