Star Forge Titan

"...Isn't this just treating the devil as a guinea pig?" Ivan's eyebrows twitched and his teeth ached when he heard this.

He really didn't know whether to say that these mages were too smart or too stupid to look like smart people.

To be honest, the current scene is indeed subtly magical.

Obviously, a ferocious demon had escaped from the cage, but the two people standing nearby appeared very calm.

Just kidding, even though the old man next to me is old, his magic power is declining, and his muscles are degenerating, he is still a fourth-level crown wizard, a crowned one who has walked the path of the fire sword.

It is like a thousand-story tower. Even if it collapses layer by layer, it will first collapse from the thousandth floor to the nine hundred or eight hundred floors.

No matter what, before it completely collapses, it is still an extremely tall tower!

Mage Ian's idea was also very simple. Although it was not clear which noble Lord was the covenantor of a god, his strength was definitely not the mere first-level as it seemed on the surface.

What's more, he is not so old that he can't lift this two-handed staff made of mithril alloy steel!

Alvin, who was standing behind, could clearly feel the surging magic power like a tide surging in the old wizard's body.

The pumping magic power was actively driven by a tenacious and firm will, vibrating and flowing into the flesh, blood and bones, making the archmage's originally old and withered body become strong and full again.

Unlike first-level extraordinary people who drive magic power instinctively like using muscles, the ability displayed by the old wizard is a manifestation of the extraordinary people truly controlling magic power with their own will after being promoted.

This allows the magic of a standard unit to work at 100%, 200%, 300% or even 1000%, affecting the world and causing change!

Holding the mithril alloy steel staff that exuded a metallic luster in both hands, the old wizard slammed the heavy weapon onto the ground.

The pale hair and beard were blown back by the invisible gust of wind, like a tattered cloak fluttering in the air.

It’s coming! Aiwen’s spirits lifted, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.

“Youshallnot—pass!”

Famous! Scene! Re-release! Send!

In an instant, a kind of happiness that only a traveler from another world could feel made Alvin couldn't help but smile unconcealedly.

At this moment, the tall stone door burst open!

The 'Bloody Wings', 'Brass Beheader' and 'Three-Headed Dog Shepherd' in the black-haired boy's memory, the 'gullible fool' in the old wizard's mouth, oh no, it's the 'deceived one', the demon vanguard officer - Karlbant roars on the stage!

The newcomer bore large scarlet wings, his body as imposing as an inverted triangular mountain built from gnarled muscle. Between his sharp teeth, he chewed a tattered robe, the color of which was no longer recognizable, with a smacking sound. His foul-smelling dark brown saliva splattered everywhere. In his hands, he held a mage, who was screaming and wailing from the burns of his saliva...

"Did this guy... remember it wrong?" Ivan asked in astonishment.

Just like people eat grapes and spit out the skins, some picky demons will tear up the clothes that affect the taste before eating people. However, the demon vanguard officer Karlbant in front of him obviously has severe dementia and has mixed up what to eat and what to spit out.

If the demon in front of him was really so stupid, Alvin thought it should not be called Carlbank, but just Kaerbenke.

At this moment, even Master Ian, who shouted out his famous lines with a heroic look on his face, was stunned where he was.

"Is the ritual really that effective? But why do I keep forgetting the spells? By the way, what move was I planning to use just now?" The archmage's expression changed slightly. Facing the demon rushing towards him, he still stood there in a daze, muttering to himself.

"Wait, don't tell me you've forgotten the spell now!" Ivan turned his head at the speed of light, almost making his neck crack.

At the same time, the magic power within him began to surge. Although, as a first-level transcendent, facing a high-level demon like Calbank was a surefire way to death, if the archmage really failed in this area, he would have no choice but to bite the bullet and charge in, giving the other party time to correctly recall the spell.

You know, even if super magic techniques are used to omit chanting, it is still based on the caster's familiarity with the spell.

Fortunately, Alvin's worries were unnecessary.

Although the wizard still couldn't remember the complete spell, he didn't care at all!

"Hmph, so what if I forget the spell? Magic is not such an inconvenient thing!" Master Ian roared righteously.

Facing the huge demon that was rushing towards him, the teacher raised his hands. The end of the heavy metal staff emitted a dazzling white light, and it began to spin at high speed under the drive of his bulging muscles.

The rotating staff drew a simple yet perfect arc out of thin air.

Archmage Ian took a deep breath, and then immediately let out a long roar that sounded nothing like that of an old man. It was full of momentum to an excessive degree, as if he wanted to use the momentum to make up for the missing spell.

"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA!"

There were no profound incantations to chant, no complicated hand gestures to cast spells. At this moment, the magical power was roughly transformed into the power of wisdom called "magic" in the earliest and most primitive way of mankind.

Primal spell, magic shock wave!!!

Chapter 152: Drop Appearance

The robe of Grand Wizard Ian was torn into pieces, and the white rags were flying around his body like swallowtail butterflies dancing in a storm.

Under the combined effects of magic, inertia, centrifugal force and other physical forces, the heavy staff that was spinning at high speed 'buzzed' and separated from the old wizard's muscular hands, just like that, it was suspended in the air and turned into a phantom.

The old wizard's left and right hands were raised and lowered in a ferocious gesture like a tiger's claws.

Primitive spells were the earliest way of using magic invented by humans, and they also allowed this species to break away from ignorance and embark on the path of magical civilization that uses, studies, and controls magic.

Compared to the sophisticated and efficient subsequent magic, this type of spell appears to be very primitive and inferior in terms of both casting techniques and magic power conversion efficiency.

However, the original spell has very outstanding characteristics in another aspect.

The spell casting over there is simple and the output is direct!

While primitive spells were simple and crude, their strength lay in their simplicity and crudeness. Their structure could withstand extremely high magical loads. As a result, players later devised various uses for this type of magic, and even Ivan, who played a warrior at the time, understood it quite well.

Next, he saw that the old wizard Ian McLellan was neither chanting mantras nor performing complicated ritual gestures.

Apart from spinning his staff at jaw-dropping speeds, the old wizard simply placed his hands one above the other.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light filled with destructive intent gathered between the old man's palms.

In ancient times when there were no magic wands and no theory of material magic conductivity was discovered, the human body, which could adapt to magic, was the most natural magic conduction system.

It is precisely because of this that, even after a period of great rupture, the restarted magic civilization still developed a variety of complicated spell-casting rituals and gestures. People have even discovered information similar to or even identical to today's magic civilization in ancient books discovered by magic archaeologists.

At this moment, Master Ian is using a very early magical gesture.

With blood vessels as channels, even the fingertips are connected to the heart.

The powerful magic pulse of the great wizard resonates and overlaps with the heartbeat of the body. The magic power flows along the blood vessels to the ten fingers of both hands, and driven by gestures, it continues to gather to one place, which is the palm position relative to the empty palms!

The staff spinning in the hands of the great wizard was now responsible for bearing the gathered magic power and compressing it further.

Only a sturdy staff forged from mithril alloy steel could properly withstand the high-concentration, high-pressure magic power compressed by the Archmage's will. However, even this mithril alloy steel, a metal that combines mithril's high magical conductivity with the strength and toughness of alloy steel, still emitted an intense, blazing white light like a live filament after enduring the Archmage's surging magic power.

In an instant, the magic power of up to 15,000 standard units was compressed to only 1% of the original space.

The intense white light ball, which originally had a diameter of more than fifteen meters and was large enough to cover the entire body of the great wizard, continued to collapse towards the center, gradually turning into a magic ball that was only the size of a ping-pong ball but almost tangible.

Although this compressed and extremely concentrated magic power has already taken on the most stable spherical structure.

But from the sphere's center, an unprecedentedly powerful magical pressure spread out in all directions like an invisible wall. Even Ivan, standing behind the old wizard, was pushed back half a step by this force.

As for the demon vanguard officer Kakabant who faced the pressure, although he fell into a state of severe dementia due to the special experiment, the demon's instinctive sense of crisis and disaster still allowed it to immediately perceive the destructive power contained in the small sphere.

"No! Don't even think about it!"

Karlbant roared and screamed, repeatedly waving his claws with nails as sharp as scimitars, but because of the magical pressure that seemed to be tangible like a strong wind, he had no time to stop the old wizard from releasing the primitive spell.

At best, it would make the unlucky wizard apprentice in its clutches throw out all the dinner he had last night.

Looking at the ferocious demon vanguard, Master Ian laughed heartily.

"Magic! Power! Impact! Wave!"

The old wizard recited the name of the spell word by word according to tradition.

As soon as the words fell, the magic ball, which was further compressed and dazzling like an incandescent lamp, suddenly shattered. Driven by the caster's iron-hard will, it was released at full force towards Karbant!

The cone-shaped magic beam burst out like a high-pressure water gun!

The light that should have been invisible and intangible now revealed its brutality like the tip of a knife, completely devouring the tall and strong demon vanguard officer Karlbant with the force of a torrent of funeral procession!

"Damn wizard! Damn human!!!" A beast-like roar came from the violent stream of light. It was obvious that this powerful demon did not give up.

Ivan stared at the dazzling light intently, his eyes as bright as melted gold accurately capturing all the moments of the confrontation between monsters and magic. The former had the drops he wanted, and the latter was the skill he was going to focus on learning in the next stage.

Like a mortal enveloped in flames, Calbant's skin, which could even absorb curses, was now charred and shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His muscles, which were strong enough to tear steel apart, were torn to pieces by the destructive and violent magic light. Even his bones, which were harder than gold and iron, were cracked and broken.

But it didn't die. Even after decades of captivity and magical experimentation, Calbant's vitality remained terrifyingly strong. The various injuries on its body that would have killed a mortal creature dozens of times over didn't kill it. Instead, it continued to recover, only to be covered by new wounds.

Enduring this terrible torture, Karlbant's hand suddenly sank into his chest. As a spiritual creature, this action did not cause any harm to him. Instead, a powerful pressure different from that of a great wizard spread rapidly in all directions.

As if he was suppressing some kind of pain, Karlbant roared and suddenly pulled out his right hand that was stuck in his chest. Along with it came another terrifying treasure that made people tremble uncontrollably.

Magic power will be attracted by powerful souls, and the physical existence condensed by powerful souls will automatically emit a unique magical glow.

At this moment, the treasure held in Karlbant's hand was emitting a brilliance that was difficult to look away from.

The cold light rolled along the sharp edge of the treasure, flowed through the undulating serrations like jagged mountains, and then gathered in the center of the scarlet blood crystal gem that looked like a single eye covered in bloodshot.

It was a battle axe, a brass battle axe forged in the Killing Heaven of Deep Hell!

A brass battle axe that contains part of the soul essence of the demon vanguard Karlbant and symbolizes tyranny and killing!

As soon as the battle axe appeared, it was like a solid rock cutting through a torrent, splitting the terrifying and destructive magic shock wave into two!

At the same time, it is also the treasure ranked first in the drop list of Karlbant that Alvin remembers deeply.

So, he took action.

Chapter 153 What's Wrong with Him?

The Eagle Eyes of Vidoflnir, a gift bestowed by the great god Odin, allows Alvin to directly glimpse the magic itself.

At this moment, under the sharp gaze of the black-haired boy, he saw that the demon vanguard officer with many terrifying titles was covered with various magical auras.

But relying on his rich experience far beyond his peers, Alvin quickly realized that it was not a buffing spell used to strengthen the recipient.

Rather, it is the complex aftereffects of decades of persistently enduring one magical experiment after another, some legal, some not so legal, that have remained in the demons, beings with amazing resilience.

Moreover, based on the flow of magic power in this demon, he also judged that the other party's body in the material world was no longer complete.

For example, there was an obvious rupture in the Achilles tendon of Karlbant's right leg. Apparently, a part of the muscle and the ankle tendon had been peeled off, and other parts of its body also had more or less defects, which was probably the result of the mage's sampling.

Even the most crucial magic core bore scars from being violently extracted multiple times.

Of course, the most obvious abnormality about this guy was the massive shadow of magical stagnation that loomed over his head, like a pool of feces. This was the negative effect of the Archmage's unforgettable research project, which had caused the demon Karbant to develop a magical version of severe Alzheimer's disease.

"These mages... what on earth do they think the demons are? A self-charging power bank or a health supplement for the elderly with two legs?" Ivan muttered to himself.

No wonder in the game plot, after Karlbant came out, he frantically hunted down every member of the Royal Society, and even went so far as to disobey orders and bear the punishment to kill the other party.

In addition, Alvin also noticed that although Calbant was roaring and continuously splitting the magic shock waves, its strength was no longer as complete as when it was summoned by the evil god believers decades ago.

Originally a demon vanguard, Karlbant, whose strength was second only to the great demons, possessed powerful strength beyond that of ordinary fourth-order transcendents.

However, now he could only fight back and forth with the old mage, whose strength was less than fourth level after suffering from severe Alzheimer's disease. He was even at a disadvantage because the other party had taken the initiative. He could only rely on the soul-forged weapon he had secretly hidden for decades to resist the shockwaves unleashed by the great mage.

Having said that, if it hadn't been hidden in Karlbant's soul.

This battle axe, which has titles such as "Axe of Destruction", "Weapon of Massacre", "Brutal Bite", and corresponding horror legends, will most likely not have the opportunity to show its power in the future. It will most likely fall into the hands of an unknown wizard and end up in a hidden treasure house that no one knows about.

This is true even though the axe is over two meters long and appears larger than a long-handled battle axe to a mortal.

Of course, the person who is preparing this equipment is not a wizard, but a Titan descendant named "Erian".

Just as Master Ian was firing off one magic shockwave after another, overwhelming Kalbantpi with his "Magic Shockwave!", Ivan suddenly leaned over, pressed his hands against the ground, and unleashed a powerful burst of magic.

Because of its special purpose, the walls of the 'Sealed Place' are all made of solid stone walls engraved with magic circles. The gaps between the heavy and huge stone slabs are connected not by ordinary adhesives, but by molten iron mixed with magic-averse metals.

As for the ground, a larger area was paved with special floor tiles. These building materials were made of special magic-blocking materials mixed with obsidian powder. They could withstand extremely strong magical influences without changing like ordinary materials.

However, dark golden light surged from the black-haired boy's hands, and the unruly primitive magic power was like a heavy cavalry brigade running wildly. Driven by the excessively powerful talent of [Reshaping the World], it rushed towards the floor tiles made of magic-blocking materials.

An unexpected change occurred to both sides of the war. Two stone walls suddenly rose up and sandwiched Karbant in the middle.

Relying on the earth domain he originally possessed and the talent that was further strengthened after the first stage of the original world foundation ceremony, Alvin can be said to be adept at this level of material manipulation.

Then, while the magic shockwave from the Grand Wizard was still lingering, Alvin jumped up and sprinted forward along the narrow wall with an agile posture that did not look like that of an alchemist at all.

His body was almost parallel to the ground, and in his hand, a legendary long sword shining with golden red appeared!

'Sanctus! Sanctus! Sanctus! Cast in the name of God, ye no guilt!'

Sensing the presence of the evil spirit, bright golden words immediately appeared on the red crystal blade of the holy sword "Burning Justice" that was carved by the forging angels of the upper plane.

Immediately, the entire sword was filled with dazzling flames symbolizing the power of purification. It was the scorching red color of positive energy burning to the extreme.

The flames dragged an exceptionally dazzling straight path of light behind the rapidly advancing boy.

After entering combat mode, Ivan's mind became extremely sharp. He was so caught up in his rapid thinking that he even felt as if the flow of time around him had slowed down for a moment.

The black-haired boy's eyes, shining with golden eagle light, stared at the demon vanguard officer Karlbant holding a brass battle axe.