Star Forge Titan

"Sorry, don't worry about me, just continue." He covered his mouth and cursed himself for being nosy.

Ivan's face darkened and he strode towards Kayang.

"Wait, wait, we are not suitable, don't come over, don't come near me!" Ka Yang crawled backwards incoherently.

Alvin grabbed the black-robed wizard's legs, turned him over and began to shake him up and down. With a jingling sound, all kinds of odds and ends fell out of his robe, revealing two hairy legs.

In the plot, this guy not only cheated other people, but also cheated on most of the tasks issued to players. If he hadn't given the equipment and experience very generously afterwards, he would have been beaten to death from behind, although he might not have been able to hit them.

However, this also shows that he has gained a lot from the process of jumping back and forth, and a little bit of something slipping through his fingers can satisfy the players.

Since he is so wealthy, it is worth balancing it out.

Hand it over!

It just so happened that Alvin was in need of a suitable piece of clothing, and the Wandering Soul Cloak that the other party was wearing was a good low-level equipment. Not only did it increase concealment, but it also came with a low-level enchantment that reduced presence. It should be a rare magical equipment.

After a quick search, Ivan tossed Khayon, who was now wearing only his underwear, to the side. The Wandering Soul Cloak was a bit too small, so he could only wear it as a bathrobe, which was to be expected.

The two low-level demons on the ground who had implanted ogre glands were taller than Ivan was now. He could make do with their clothes.

In addition to the cloak, Khayon also carried some magical props, including various common spellcasting materials.

Although they had previously obtained some spellcasting supplies from black market merchants, Afrediya had already used up a lot of them in the previous battle. After leaving a commercial city like Flanders, it was not easy to replenish such supplies, so they should bring as much as possible.

Among them, the rarest one is a Withering Stone. This negative energy polymer unearthed from deep within the battlefield can be used as raw material to make various magical equipment. When the holder casts a spell, the magic power flowing through the equipment will be enhanced by negative energy, which can have a corrosive effect on the enemy's armor, thereby reducing defense and causing greater damage.

"Speaking of which, what's going on with the local Alchemist Association? Their own nest is almost being demolished, but no one has come out." Alvin said in some confusion.

"They are doing archaeological work." Ka Yang, who was shivering in the cold winter wind, suddenly said.

He is a man of keen observation, otherwise he would not have learned how to jump back and forth. A stupid person will not live long as a traitor.

At this moment, Ka Yang guessed that the other party did not seem to intend to kill him, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was also somewhat curious about this barbarian who was rumored to be no ordinary man, and wanted to use the opportunity of the conversation to find out more information.

"Oh? Are there any ruins nearby?" Alvin asked naturally.

"I'm not sure. We only found out that the local Alchemist Association has mobilized all its forces to conduct archaeological excavations. The specific situation is not very clear." Khayang shrugged and couldn't help sneezing.

"Come to think of it, have you become the Black Knight of Her Royal Highness the Princess?" the pale-faced necromancer asked with a strange look in his eyes.

"Guess?" The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. Alvin didn't intend to say anything more to this meticulous and intelligent person.

Although the other party is a hidden traitor, it does not mean that he is one of us.

"There are only a few secret rituals that can improve a person in a short period of time, and the royal family only has one ritual, the Black Knight, that can be used on outsiders. Can the materials needed for that ritual be gathered on the ordinary black market in Flanders? Isn't that a bit too cheap?" Khayon asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Oh, too tender...

Hearing these misleading words that were obviously meant to provoke him, Alvin was not angry but felt a little strange.

In this era before the rise of nations, both great conspirators and heroes were in their infancy. Compared to their future selves, these people were too immature.

In other words, I am standing on the same starting line as those future adults.

Oh, maybe he's already jumped the gun.

"What a dishonest guy." Gabrielle curled her lips, and the long sword in her hand hung at her feet.

"Perhaps, we should deal with him first, and then consider running away." There was a dangerous look in the female angel's eyes.

"There's no need. Your projection time is almost over, right? Instead of wasting time killing him, why not help move Frey to a safe area?" Ivan shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal.

"That's true." As a celestial being, Gabrielle, who has been influenced by positive energy for a long time, has no habit of killing.

But then again, this guy can grow crooked even in an environment full of positive energy. Who knows what he would become if he were thrown into other environments.

"I can take little Frey flying with me, but what about you?" Ivan didn't know if it was an illusion, but when he said 'fly together', he heard the breathing of the thing that looked like an angel become noticeably heavier.

"Flanders is such a big city, the Alchemy Association here must have their special carriage. I'll carry the luggage and drive it with you." As he said that, Ivan walked to the door of the laboratory and took the luggage from Afrediya who just came out.

"Huh? You can drive that thing." The eldest princess looked up in surprise at the taller black-haired boy in front of her. She felt that there were more and more mysteries about this guy, which really made her curious.

"Just read the instructions and you'll understand." Alvin said casually.

Including Kayang who was still vomiting blood, everyone present looked at him in astonishment.

In response, Alvin just shrugged.

A few minutes later, the warehouse door of the Flanders Alchemist Association was suddenly broken open by something from the inside.

A horseless carriage rushed onto the street with fragments of the gate. Behind the carriage, several brass exhaust pipes were erected towards the sky, from which puffs of white smoke continuously spewed out.

Ivan, who was sitting in the front, held the simple joystick with one hand and an instruction manual that he had found under the seat with the other.

In the sky above, Gabrielle, holding Afredia in a princess hug, followed closely behind, flapping her wings.

Watching them leave so arrogantly, Khayon couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Damn it, that brute can actually drive."

Chapter 20: The Final Hymn

"Hurry up! The power of a fourth-level wizard is not something we can fight against right now."

Gabrielle, the hymn angel holding Afredia, lowered herself and shouted.

"I know, but this car has reached its speed limit." Alvin threw away the instruction manual and shifted the gear to the highest level.

To be honest, as a former illiterate who had just gotten rid of the characteristic of "illiterate", there were many professional terms in the manual that he did not understand at all.

Fortunately, there were a few schematic diagrams drawn on it, and he had been exposed to this kind of magical vehicles every day in the game before, so he was more familiar with them than real cars in reality.

This magic-powered carriage, named 'Dawn Type 1', is very different in appearance from an ordinary four-wheeled carriage. It has a square wooden carriage, an open-air area in the front for the driver to sit, and an empty luggage rack in the back.

However, the driver's seat was lengthened and widened to accommodate the complex and cumbersome driving device, and the luggage rack at the rear was replaced by a set of heavy mechanical devices. The operating instruments occasionally sprayed bursts of white mist through several copper tubes facing the sky to reduce the internal pressure.

However, this backward magic vehicle, which seems to have not yet gotten rid of the traditional carriage design concept, is actually the ancestor model of various subsequent magic vehicles.

In terms of operation, it is certainly not as user-friendly and rational as subsequent magical vehicles, but it already has the most basic controllable prototype, and its speed after startup is at least faster than that of a horse-drawn carriage.

As for why the Alchemist Associations in various places preserve this kind of magical carriage, we must first talk about its origin and Lind's spellcasting organization itself.

Although Linde is the region with the most developed alchemy and the largest number of alchemists, the Alchemist Association is an international organization not restricted by any region.

Unlike traditional wizards who study the world through magic, alchemists pursue more practical research on magic, as well as the investigation and excavation of various ancient magical historical relics and ancient ruins. Of course, there are also idealists who pursue the truth.

But generally speaking, alchemists are a pragmatic bunch.

It is now the year 1885 in the new calendar. The fruits of Lind's magical industrial revolution have begun to show. At the beginning of the year, a grand military parade was even held to shock the countries around the world.

But as early as 1875, alchemists invented the first experimental magic engine, and used it to create horseless vehicles that did not require horses to pull them.

Unfortunately, this type of vehicle has higher requirements for road conditions than ordinary carriages, and it needs to be infused with magic power in advance before use, and it also consumes a lot of water during operation.

Moreover, magic power must be input regularly, otherwise the previously input magic power will dissipate into the surrounding environment even if it is not activated due to the limitations of storage technology.

The frequency of failures during long-term operation cannot be reduced, so an instruction manual is placed under the driver's seat to help the driver deal with various problems that may arise on the road.

All in all, this is a device that is more advanced than a horse-drawn carriage but is actually very troublesome to use.

Any large-scale alchemist association will have one or two such magic cars. Their main purpose is to deliver some expedited mail in a relay manner, and to serve as exhibition props to publicly display alchemical achievements to city residents and upper-class nobles in exchange for support and investment.

To be fair, the second use is actually more frequent.

At least alchemy has been known to most civilians, and people are quite receptive to new things that appear occasionally, especially in Linde, the Central Empire. Even if someone drives a three-legged magic machine on the street, they will not be surprised. At most, they will be chased by the security cavalry and given a ticket.

At this moment, the magic carriage driven by Alvin, even though there was a magic-modified Space Marine more than two meters tall on it, and the four large wheels connected to the metal axles made of several pieces of corroded iron and dark silver taken from the Iron Guards of the Underworld were still spinning rapidly.

But not long after, a dark cloud gradually appeared in the sky in the direction of Flanders behind him.

It looked like a fast-flying cumulonimbus cloud, floating in the air like a dark mountain, and low rumbling sounds similar to rolling thunder continued to come from inside.

"That's..." Afrediya's eyes changed slightly.

"Tsk, it turned out to be him." Alvin showed an expression of toothache.

This kind of exaggerated posture is generally not possible for a fourth-level person to perform. Among the relevant characters he knows in the game, only a few can do it, and among them, there is only one person who meets the prerequisites of the School of Undead, a high-level wizard, and the Elrond region.

A fourth-rank great wizard from the Hippocrates school, the Pale Bone - Lucius Sura.

Even in later generations, he was an extraordinary guy.

This person's most outstanding research result is the command tower undead exercise, which involves new spells and ideas such as soul division and hierarchical command. It can control large-scale undead legions that were originally impossible to control in theory by one person.

At the same time, he was also deeply involved with the evil god, and later he personally created the Knights of the Scythe of Plague. Wherever they went, no grass was left, and even the land itself was polluted by a large amount of toxins and corrupt divine power.

"With such a big show, isn't he afraid that others will know?" Gabrielle asked in surprise.

"The reformists and conservatives in Elrond's upper echelons are at a stalemate. Without absolute evidence, even the Demon King cannot easily deal with a fourth-level person." Afrediya shook her head, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Now is not the time to discuss national affairs." Alvin frowned.

The current situation is indeed a bit tricky. Ordinary first-level professionals in Palladia mainly develop their potential to the limit, while the second-level professionals begin to practice magic control, break through their own limits and learn various major skills. The third-level professionals involve soul strengthening and transcendence.

Although his attributes are not inferior to those of the third-level blank, he only has a solid basic framework.

He was very lacking in swordsmanship, magic and other related skills required for a complete combat system, and had no time to collect equipment. He had to rely almost entirely on his strong physique to withstand the pressure.

The magic control skills can be compensated by sufficient experience in the game. In terms of the soul, there are vague signs of opening the path of the fire sword, but the specific situation is still unclear.

To sum up, with his own experience and the help of two teammates, if a third-level enemy comes, Alvin will definitely dare to turn around and fight. Even if he may be seriously injured afterwards, he is very confident that he can destroy the opponent.

But a fourth-level, strategic-level mage of the Hippocrates School, who always carries hundreds of tons of skeletons with him and his family. That's right, this school doesn't calculate the number of undead it carries, but directly calculates the tonnage.

Alvin dared to guarantee that what looked like dark clouds in the distance was actually the [Dark Sky], which was 100% full of a legion of various undead.

At the moment, he is not yet a match for such an existence.

Even though he had defeated the opponent twice, it was only because he had not engaged in a head-on battle.

"There's no other way. I'll hold him back." Gabrielle gritted her teeth and threw Afrediya into the car.

"Wait! Are you going to use [Final Song]? No, even if it's just a projection, that kind of spell will hurt the soul..." The eldest princess shouted anxiously while leaning out of the car window.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm not in my original form now. At most I'll go back and lie down for ten days or half a month. I won't die." Before she finished speaking, Gabrielle waved her hand and looked like she was playing it off.

"The [Final Song] of the Hymn Angel? Are you sure?" Alvin was also very surprised.

The Hymn Angels are good at using their singing to drive magical spells to increase themselves, but when they use the final spell called [Final Song], it means an explosion of soul power.

Hymn Angels below level 4 can generally use this to increase their combat power by one level, but the price is the loss of soul power, and after activation, the body will have to bear a powerful magic power far beyond the normal state, and there is a high probability that they will die due to being unable to bear the load.

If it was just a normal alliance between two worlds, both parties would certainly fulfill the combat terms in the contract but they would certainly not fight to the death. After all, it could actually be seen as another form of mercenaries.

But using Juesong means that the relationship between the two of them is by no means an ordinary employment relationship.

But in the game, I haven't heard of any alliance between the royal family of Elrond and the upper planes?

Before Alvin could think about it, the female angel had already made a decision.

"As a member of the Celestial Clan, we cannot retreat in the face of evil. Well, strategic shift doesn't count." Gabrielle smiled and blinked, then flapped her wings and flew high into the sky.

Soon, an ethereal singing voice was heard from the sky. Powerful positive energy was guided and gathered into a dazzling white light. The pair of wings behind Gabrielle turned into wings of light more than ten meters long and stretched out. The whole person rushed into the dark cloud singing like a white eagle condensed by holy light.

In an instant, the huge dark clouds like mountains were illuminated by strong light from within, and the darkness and fog gathered by the [Dark Sky] were all dispelled, revealing the true scene hidden within.

The 7777 undead souls were like a pale cloud made of bones and death. The magic power from the large magic furnace, controlled by a fourth-level wizard, penetrated through it, forming a mobile position in the sky.

The armored undead soldiers formed a complete military formation. In the center of the formation was a skeleton dragon carrying a large magic furnace on its back. It was covered in metal armor like a land cruiser. Under the guidance of the great wizard, the demonic purple light spread out like water waves.

The thunderous sound heard earlier was the sound of horse hooves from the Death Knights guarding the magic furnace in the center.

"This is... the fourth level..." Afrediya muttered to herself with a pale face.

"Yes, this is a fully equipped, skill-rich, fourth-tier combat group. They are far superior to lower-tier professionals, beginning to transcend the world's primitive constraints on life. They are high-level beings capable of changing the direction of strategy with their own strength, a power beyond our reach right now."

Seeing the scenes in the game become reality with his own eyes, Alvin felt a surge of emotion at the same time.

Yes, this kind of power does not belong to him yet, for the time being...

But the real ambition of the time traveler is even higher than this!

Risking damage to the magical carriage, Ivan suddenly pulled the joystick to increase the speed. He couldn't let Gabrielle's sacrifice go to waste...

Well, she may not necessarily sacrifice herself. The projection spell can minimize the impact of the clone on the main body. Moreover, if one can get used to the feeling of excessive magic pressure, some hymn angels will be able to use [Final Song] as a regular skill in the later stages of the plot.

So, see you next time!

The magic carriage sped forward and soon disappeared in the gradually dimming light of the sky.

The battle between Gabrielle and Lucius had just begun. With the help of the holy light to suppress the undead, even though her current strength did not exceed the third level, she was able to temporarily hold back most of the undead army.

Without any skills, the white eagle with holy light gathered directly used itself as an arrow to shuttle back and forth in the army formation.

Lucius controlled his undead soldiers to raise their shields collectively, gathering the negative energy in their bodies to form a spherical shield, making it impossible for Gabrielle to split up the undead army and defeat them one by one.