Star Forge Titan

For example, the Alzheimer's disease of the Grand Mage Ian. It is difficult for ordinary people in the world of Palladia, even nobles, to live to the age of suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Moreover, the Alzheimer's disease in the Grand Mage also involves the decay of his own magic power and the dulling of his will, which are signs that only extraordinary people will show after extreme aging.

Simply put, Alzheimer's disease in a great master is more difficult to cure than that in ordinary people, and the consequences are more serious.

Not to mention, this great wizard himself possesses extremely powerful strength, and if he is not careful, he may pose a great threat to the people and environment around him.

Level five?

Ivan slowly clenched his fists, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became more firm and clear.

"So, you don't know anything else?"

Hearing Catherine's question, Alvin just shrugged and looked helpless.

Then, he seemed to remember something.

"By the way, what happened to the wizard who released the demon? The situation was so urgent that I didn't have time to pay attention to him."

"I'm crazy and disabled. First, I was thrown away by the devil and hit against the wall, breaking more than a dozen bones. Then I was caught up in the aftermath of the battle between the archmage and the devil. I'm very lucky to be alive." Catherine bit her thumb nail irritably. This action was not at all like that of an aristocratic lady.

"However, this also deprives us of another source of intelligence. Even if we find other high-level wizards to use some less-than-standard spells, we won't be able to dig out any information from the head of a completely crazy guy."

"Besides knowing that there are cultists behind this..."

Catherine shook her head and released the pen that was about to break in her hand.

"Well, looks like that's all we have to do for today." The blonde girl closed the notebook in her hand.

"We have finished our official business. However, I have something else to say next." The Duchess gestured to the mirror on the wall behind her.

"Oh, it seems that our Royal Highness the Duke has something to say in private." Scarlett smiled and shook her head.

"That princess usually works so hard that only at times like this does one remember her noble status." Togusa also sighed.

As they said that, they walked out of the observation room.

"Before the qualifying round, my brother promised that as long as you win, you will get a reward, even if it is a treasure kept in the royal treasury. Now, have you made up your mind?" Catherine looked at Ivan seriously.

"My personal advice is that you'd better make your choice carefully. Even your brother can't take unlimited items from the treasury. Each member of the royal family has their own quota. If you exceed the quota, you must take one and save two."

"Well, thanks for your suggestion, but I have indeed thought about it." Alvin nodded.

"Can you tell me first?" Catherine raised her eyebrows and asked:

"of course."

Then, Alvin spoke clearly about the choice he had already made.

"I need the Phoenix Feather."

Chapter 157 Powerful Persuasion

"Phoenix feather?" Catherine frowned.

"I'm not sure whether this item exists in the royal treasury. However, since my brother has already promised me beforehand, it won't be a problem as long as there are relevant items in the treasury." The Duchess said generously.

Objectively speaking, the other party did not ask for any rare high-level magical equipment, nor did they ask for the materials or potions used in various powerful promotion rituals.

If it was just a precious but relatively limited-use Warcraft material, then this bargaining chip would be completely acceptable to the Carolingian royal family.

Ivan was very satisfied with Catherine's answer, and he secretly added in his heart:

Of course you have it, but you just don't know its most precious value yet. After all, the fact that the Phoenix Feather possesses powerful healing powers was only discovered by a Genoese alchemist in the early years of the rise of the nations, in the second half of this year.

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but hesitate again.

The healing power of a phoenix feather is comparable to the highest level holy water from various temples or the panacea, one of the highest products of alchemy. Isn't it a bit too extravagant to use it to make the burning dust required for the Ash Knight's promotion?

You know, although there are not many magical beasts with high-speed regeneration and self-recovery abilities, they are not so rare that they are out of stock.

But after a little thought, Alvin finally decided to splurge.

Although as an awakening descendant of the Titan, his path to life sublimation does not completely require the help of the current extraordinary promotion system.

But since the ritual-related materials mentioned that the stronger the self-regeneration ability of the prototype material used, the better the enhancement effect obtained by the promoted person, then there is nothing much to think about.

Considering the legendary creature Phoenix, it is one of the most powerful creatures capable of self-regeneration. It is said that even if it is burned to ashes, it can be reborn in the embers of the remaining flame.

Then, using materials made from its tail feathers to complete the upgrade should be able to achieve the maximum enhancement.

As a combat-capable person, he doesn't have enough data to support his figures. Is he going to hoard supplies like the Squirrel Party?

"Hey, are you listening?" Realizing that the other party was a little distracted, Catherine couldn't help but widen her eyes and snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Sorry." Alvin had to touch his nose and apologize in a low voice.

"Hmph. Anyway, I'll try to speed up the process of opening the treasury and taking out the items. In the meantime, you should prepare well for the Youth Magic Car Competition," Catherine said seriously.

"I'm still somewhat confident about this." Although he hadn't even completed the design drawings for the new car, Alvin still calmly promised Chen Nuo that with the support of information from the National Library, he was confident that he could design (restore) the blueprints of some future vehicles in his memory.

Catherine looked at the other person suspiciously, and finally sighed helplessly.

"That's even better. I really don't know why Brother has such inexplicable confidence in a civilian team like yours. Perhaps it's because the old, decadent people in the Royal Society are so..."

The Duchess shook her head and didn't continue. She could understand her brother's occasional flashes of inspiration, but that thing... was indeed quite unreasonable.

However, on second thought, when it comes to the competition for the right to formulate standardization rules for magical engineering, the Royal Society is actually so lame in this matter. The vehicles they designed are so mediocre that even an outsider like my brother can see that they are not good. It is completely unworthy of the huge amount of funds allocated by the royal family every year.

If she hadn't considered that the Royal Society branch in the Steel City - Vulcan, also known as the 'New Era Equipment Research Institute', still had a group of hard-working young people, she would have wanted to persuade her brother to reduce the budget allocation to the society.

"One more thing." Alvin looked at the observation window.

The boy's golden eyes lit up with a faint magical glow. After confirming that there was no more magical response coming from the other side, he continued to speak to Catherine:

"I'm sure you already know that the demon's escape from the seal is due to the activities of cultists."

"Well, we intend to further increase Lutetia's alert level."

After saying this, the Duchess seemed to realize something and couldn't help but stare at Ivan intently.

"Have you discovered anything else?"

"It's not a discovery, it's just some inferences at best." Alvin paused.

Originally, he planned to tell Emperor Lind some of the conclusions he had drawn about the recent activities of the cultists, so that the officials would be more vigilant.

But recalling the disgustingly handsome blond man drooling as he ran wildly down the street wrapped only in a shower curtain, and looking at the Grand Duchess in front of him who was so meticulous in her work that she even buttoned her uniform shirt to the top of the collar, he suddenly felt that it would be more reliable to tell her the relevant inferences.

"Although their true goal remains unclear, whether it's the suspected epidemic spreading in the factory district or the demonic riot suppressed by the Archmage, it's clear they have a short-term goal of plunging Lutetia into chaos."

Ivan deliberately emphasized the word "Archmage Suppression" and saw a thoughtful look on Catherine's face, so he continued:

"Then the question arises. Why do the cultists want to plunge Lutetia into chaos? Since the previous actions were not particularly successful, how will they continue to plot to plunge the city into chaos?"

Due to insufficient information, Catherine was unable to answer the first question for the time being, but the second question asked by Ivan made her immediately realize the most likely answer.

"Too many people, too much chaos, you mean... the Magic Car Contest!"

"Yes, I suspect they might cause a big mess in this game." Ivan nodded in affirmation.

"The only solution, not the fundamental solution, is to postpone the tournament. Of course, not to mention that it's not very feasible, I don't think the royal family can postpone the tournament indefinitely."

"Indeed." Catherine nodded with a heavy expression.

"What can you do?" the Duchess demanded immediately.

"Not yet." Ivan spread his hands to show that he was powerless, but then he said:

"However, I recommend you contact the Church of Knowledge. After all, those white-haired people are the professionals."

"The Church of Knowledge?" Catherine fell silent.

"I know those in power don't like forces with special law enforcement powers entering their country, but when it comes to cultists and even the evil gods hiding behind them, I think some things can be compromised." Ivan said slowly.

After a long moment, the Duchess let out a long sigh, stared intently at the calm, black-haired young man before her and said seriously:

"I will consider your suggestion carefully."

As if she remembered something, she suddenly smiled faintly.

"By the way, I'll be joining the referee team as a peace officer for this race. I'll be driving the referee car for the seventh tunnel stage."

"Huh?" Alvin looked surprised.

"Looking forward to your performance."

Without waiting for him to say anything, Catherine trotted out of the interrogation room with the notebook in her arms.

"Wait, you haven't told me if I can go out yet!?!"

After finally finishing the record, Alvin learned from other sheriffs that Diana had been sent back to the downtown area from Galar. He had no choice but to return to the alchemy workshop alone in a rented carriage.

Walk into the courtyard, lock the door, draw the curtains, and activate the laboratory barrier.

After completing the above operations, the black-haired boy finally let out a sigh and raised the inconspicuous ring on his hand.

The Diplomat Ring, a magical ring that can change the appearance of its holder, also has a storage space.

During the previous demon riot, the soul-made weapon that Ivan accidentally obtained (grabbed) was the brass battle axe, which was now lying quietly in it.

The characteristics of the soul-made weapon allow its size to change to a certain extent, so Alvin can stuff it into a ring with limited storage space.

Actually, due to time constraints, he hasn't had a good look at this soul-forged weapon after it was completely unblocked.

Taking out the brass battle axe, which was now only the size of an ordinary hand axe, Alvin smiled coldly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, which was full of magic power, and struck the ruby ​​on the side of the axe blade that looked like a one-eyed ruby.

"Ah!" Along with an angry howl of pain, a strange spiritual figure immediately jumped out.

It’s like legendary weapons have steel souls cast inside them, which allows them to generate soul power to produce various magical weapon properties.

Soul-forged weapons also possess similar spiritual cores, though these cores often originate from demons or other spiritual creatures. Therefore, the image they present to their masters often possesses some distinctive demonic characteristics.

As a soul-forged weapon that absorbed the entire soul of its original owner and was thus unsealed, this brass battle axe, which has not yet been given a new name by Alvin, naturally has a hideous appearance similar to that of the demon vanguard officer Karlbant within its internal spiritual core.

It has curved, pointed horns like a goat, and its body is covered with reddish-brown scales. Its body looks like a lizard walking upright. On its back is a pile of fleshy wings resembling those of a bat, with undulating thorns growing on the edges. It looks ferocious and terrifying, like a breathing killing machine.

"Kid! Don't think you can control Master Karlbant. I am..."

The roar in his mouth had not yet ended. Calbant, who had become a part of the weapon (or more accurately, the core of the soul-made weapon), saw the black-haired boy raising his right hand high, which was filled with primitive magic power so violent that it could make demons like him tremble.

then……

Snapped!

Although the opponent was clearly an illusion, Alvin still gave a resounding slap to the spirit core in front of him, which was no more than 50 centimeters tall.

Looking at Karlbant, who was covering his face with his hands in shock, the black-haired boy slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his powerful arms with perfect muscle contours of golden ratio.

"You keep talking about brats and uncles. Looks like I need to teach you what a tutor is!"

Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap

Ugh!!! Ahh ...

Along with the crackling sounds of beatings, wails that sounded sad and tearful were heard in the workshop.

Chapter 158: Rotating Battle Axe

Strange! Shameful! Humiliating!

Born from the endless blood pool of the Killing Heaven in the deep hell, he is a vanguard of hell loyal to one of the four gods of the outer realm, General Red, the Demon of War, the Lord of Blood and Skulls - Kongruiel.

Karbant can endure brutal attacks such as being hacked by knives, axes, and chisels. Even if it is beheaded or cut in half, it will not frown. It may even have the energy to curse the opponent. In the end, it will follow the laws of war, honestly admit its failure, and patiently wait for the next battle.

but……

Being held down and slapped in the face was a punishment reserved for younger people who had misbehaved and been naughty. It had a strong paternalistic style and was completely different from the various attacks in combat.

The rage in Karlbant's heart burned with incomparable fury, but now this spiritual body, which was only about fifty centimeters tall, was completely unable to break free from the ruthless hand that was holding him down.

The slap contained primitive magic power, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and was repeated again and again with great care, raising and lowering two steps.

As a spiritual being, Karlbant should not be afraid of attacks from ordinary physical means.

However, the young man's slender and powerful five fingers were wrapped with extremely violent and condensed primitive magic power, so that the unruly Hell Vanguard Officer felt as if he was being hit back and forth repeatedly by a meteorite wrapped in flames.

Before using the talent of [Reshaping the World], the original magic power in Ivan's body appeared black after being mixed with various kinds of magic power, so there were now wisps of black arc light like lightning leaping on his palms.

The palm swung down, accompanied by a loud "pa pa" sound, and a feeling of pain deep in the soul was transmitted back and forth in Karlbant's consciousness, shaking him so much that he saw stars, his mouth twisted, his ears tinnitus, and tears streaming down his face.

But this demon vanguard did not surrender. Instead, it fully demonstrated the extremely stubborn, or in other words, hard-headed nature of the Godar Demon.

"You, bang bang, if you have the guts, bang bang bang, just, crackle bang bang bang, beat me to death ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"No, bang bang bang, food? Humana ...