Star Forge Titan

I have to say that he is worthy of being a famous swordsman. Whether in personal sword skills or tactical judgment, he shows a decisiveness far beyond that of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Alvin immediately smiled, and the chainsaw axe in his hand began to spin with a hum.

Although his original purpose was just a metal meteorite from the Earl's numerous private collections, the reason he came to trouble the Earl first was to open the door of the safe sealed with magic without destroying the collection inside. To do that, he needed the corresponding key kept by the Earl himself.

But after hearing such an infuriating conspiracy, he made another decision, which was to use the axe to chop off the heads of the two conspirators!

As for why there are two...

Glancing at the still-burning remains of Butler Charles, Ivan smiled coldly beneath his mask, his eyes revealing disdain. This scapegoat trick might be useful for those unfamiliar with the followers of the Whispering Dark Ones, but unfortunately, he was no longer a novice dealing with cultists.

He crushed the head of the remains with one foot, and the unique touch of the hollow object confirmed Alvin's guess.

Before being completely ignited by the special ability brought by his eagle eyes, Charles endured the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart and launched the cultists' strange and inexplicable evil spell, exchanging himself with a pre-prepared substitute disguise.

Therefore, it was not that Earl Jim coldly abandoned his dying subordinate and ran away, but that the traitorous cultists took the initiative to abandon the object of their pretended loyalty and ran away.

Ivan could clearly hear the sound of Earl Jim's footsteps quickly receding. At the same time, relying on the soul-made weapon in his hand, Karlbant, which gave him a keen sense of the breath of his kind, he noticed Butler Charles who was about to launch a "run for the treasures" across one floor.

By the way, what’s even more interesting is this.

Whether it is the room that Earl Jim is running towards at this moment, or the room where the butler Charles is currently in, it happens to be the same room.

So, without rushing to catch up with the other party, Alvin dragged the low-humming Axe of Annihilation on the wall, leaving a terrible scratch. The loud sound of the chain saw tearing through the bricks not only revealed his current location, but also released a kind of whip to the earl who was in the middle of a strategic transition.

With one punch, he knocked the guard who rushed over unconscious. Now Alvin was very curious. When the earl and his subordinate whose loyalty was not absolute met again, what kind of expressions would appear on their faces?

At this moment, the Earl, wearing only pajamas, walked through the corridor in tattered clothes. At the end of the corridor was his bedroom.

This large room with a wide view also houses the Earl's powerful magic sword passed down from his ancestors, as well as a full set of equipment including the Gray Cat Ring, the Giant Strength Belt, the Ogre Gloves and other magical accessories. With those things and his own master-level swordsmanship, he can defeat extraordinary people who are much stronger than himself.

But the Earl who pushed the door and rushed into the master bedroom suddenly stopped, because he saw a person he thought was dead. He saw the butler Charles holding a sword emitting a strong magical glow, and trying to escape from the building through the window.

"Charles, what are you doing!?!" Without having time to wonder why the other party didn't die, Earl Jim immediately roared in anger.

In response to his question, Charles knelt down on the ground without changing his expression and offered the sword with both hands.

"Master, I'm going to help you deliver the weapons you need!"

Chapter 178: The Whistling Battle Axe (Part 1)

It turns out that when faced with another greater threat, even the villains who are originally harsh and vindictive will become more tolerant than usual to a certain extent.

Faced with the mysterious invaders who were approaching step by step, Count Jim Pespal and his butler Charles quickly reached an agreement and began to think about how to solve the difficult situation.

At the same time, the guards in the Carrion Manor were also extremely nervously fighting with the invaders, or rather, being eliminated.

Except for a few sentries that are located closer, most of the guards who arrived at the corridor where Ivan was first were basically extraordinary people and related trainees. Their better physical fitness than ordinary people gave them mobility and reaction speed that exceeded that of ordinary guards.

Unfortunately, we are still on the eve of the rise of various countries, and the knowledge and power systems related to extraordinary people have not spread significantly. The vast majority of people who become extraordinary people are still stuck at the low level.

Therefore, although the Earl's Pespar family has a long history and has established a complete system for training subordinates from generation to generation.

However, the number of extraordinary people among them is still small, and their ranks are mainly composed of first-level "disciples" level extraordinary people because the nobles deliberately suppress their subordinates in relevant knowledge, materials and the most critical promotion ceremony.

Of the elite guards led by Transcendents, only the leader reached the second stage, inheriting the sword fighter class within the Pespar family. The remaining, more numerous, ordinary guards were merely trainees who had received a certain degree of Transcendent training.

Therefore, facing the terrifying invader with an iron-gray skull mask, a red helmet and full body armor, and shoulder armor carved into the shape of a demon's skull.

All the guards felt their legs trembling slightly, and their hands holding their weapons were sweating profusely.

Not to mention the weapon that guy was holding, a heavy battle axe with an exaggerated shape and an even more exaggerated size.

The handle of the axe was shaped like a demon's spine with bones connected together. The shiny axe blade decorated with brass patterns was also inlaid with a soul crystal that looked like a blood-red single eye, from which bursts of terrifying shrill screams were constantly emitted.

The most frightening thing is that the axe blade is not an ordinary sharp blade, but is composed of a row of rapidly rotating chain saws.

Compared to the intermittent shrieks coming from the soul crystals, the buzzing sound caused by the chainsaw tearing through the air was even more terrifying!

Close! Closer!

The intruder, who was over two meters tall, walked step by step towards the trembling guards gathered at the end of the corridor. His steps were neither hurried nor slow, but carried an unstoppable and powerful aura, as if anything that dared to stand in his way would be destroyed by him like a piece of dry wood and rotten wood.

And this was indeed the case. Among the few guards who ran into the invader in advance, almost none of them could last more than a second. Each of them was easily knocked down by the man with a punch or a kick.

The limp bodies of the defeated were either curled up on the ground or stuffed headfirst into gaps in nearby walls or doors.

Some unlucky souls were even stabbed into the ceiling, their parts above the waist no longer visible, leaving only half of their bodies hanging there like a piece of smoked bacon, swaying in the evening breeze, without any sign of life.

You should know that those who arrived earlier are not ordinary guards. Most of them are extraordinary people who have completed the promotion like other elite guards, and there is even one second-level one!

That's a master enough to become a leading junior officer in the Pespar family's aristocratic private army.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A young guard finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart anymore, and he let out a cry that seemed to tear his vocal cords. The sound was more like the last cry of a bird with its neck strangled than a war cry.

"Damn it, Hans, come back! Don't go over there! Damn it!" The captain of the guard's repeated shouts had no effect.

It happened so suddenly that he only had time to raise his hand before he saw the young guard draw the long sword hanging at his waist and rush towards the intruder at the other end of the corridor with a strange cry.

Affected by this, the other guards who were already nervous burst into various shouts after a moment of shock, as if they wanted to use this method to dilute the increasingly strong fear and despair in their hearts.

The guards couldn't help but despair. The other party hadn't even fully released their magic power until now, otherwise the elite extraordinary people among them would not be able to sense anything.

In other words, this terrifying invader has been fighting with pure physical strength until now.

The desperate guards launched a desperate charge towards Ivan, who was wearing the desperate armor.

Desperate? Yes, it is desperate!

As retainers who have been loyal to the Pespar family for generations, even if they are fortunate enough to become extraordinary people or even be awarded the title of knight, the interests of their own families are also tied to the earl and the Pespar family behind him. It can be said that they share the same fate.

Whether it is the information and resources needed to maintain the family's survival or further advancement, they must rely on the grace of the current head of the Pespal family, Earl Jim.

Even facing such a desperate and terrifying enemy, they had to face the challenge head-on, because the limitations of society and birth made choice an unattainable luxury for these so-called retainers who were actually slaves.

The only choice these slaves had was to offer almost foolish loyalty to the Pespar family.

From those faces that were distorted by despair and fear, Alvin saw the truth and sorrow hidden behind the "blind loyalty", so he silently put down the Annihilation Axe in his hand, and then raised the other hand that was not holding a weapon under the heavy armor.

Like a torrent that swallows mountains and rivers, violent primitive magic surges through the flesh and blood of the Titan descendants.

Magic, full on!

In an instant, an eye seemed to open between Ivan's eyebrows, revealing an oval green crystal.

After completing the secret ritual of Elrond's Angel of Death, he, who was only a first-level transcendent, had already undergone adaptive evolution in response to magic, and it was the most special tissue crystallization of this type of evolution.

It is a rare transformation that only occurs after absorbing a large amount of magic power or possessing magic power with special properties. It is also the prototype of something involving a fourth-order perfect body and a core hub of magic power. It is also a harbinger of the extraordinary being breaking free from the constraints of the material world.

Only after truly and fully stimulating his own magic power will this special omen that Ivan usually actively hides be fully revealed.

When the azure crystal emerged from the boy's brow, it was followed by a terrifying magical pressure whose intensity far exceeded the limits of ordinary low-level transcendents.

The pressure that should have been invisible now turned into a tangible storm that swept across the entire corridor.

Under the strong wind, most of the ordinary guards were unable to resist. Only those elite extraordinary people could stumble and barely rush towards Ivan.

Faced with these guards who were still resisting stubbornly, the black-haired boy wearing the armor of despair raised his left arm wrapped in hideous armor plates, silently opened his five fingers and pushed hard at the remaining guards, while mobilizing the magic power in his body according to the magic shock wave operation mode he had learned before.

The originally violent primitive magic power immediately changed under the intervention of firm will.

Despite the distance between them, the suddenly increased magical pressure was like a solid wall, or an invisible battering ram, knocking away all the remaining elite guards.

Although it was not as condensed as the magic shock wave released casually by the great wizard, the magic flow released by Ivan when he raised his hand still basically cleared the area within one strike, leaving only the guard captain, a second-level swordsman, who rushed forward under the pressure.

Without any unnecessary movements, Alvin clenched his fists and easily avoided the long sword thrust by the guard captain. Then, following the inertia of the opponent's charge, he directly hooked his arm around the opponent's neck, causing the latter to flip three times in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".

it is good!

Seeing this fierce and powerful blow from the golden hook arm, Karlbant, who had just been complaining about why he didn't have to chop those guys into pieces himself, couldn't help but cheer loudly, but the sound sounded a bit like the bleating of a sheep.

In addition, a burst of applause came into Ivan's ears.

Standing among the guards who were lying on the ground and howling in pain, the black-haired boy in bright red heavy armor slowly turned his head to look at the other end of the corridor, where the applause came from.

But Earl Jim, who had just escaped, reappeared fully armed.

"Amazing magical power."

The Earl's expression was very calm, because he could tell from the other party's actions that although his performance was amazing, this intruder of unknown origin was probably not a true high-level transcendent like himself.

Since he is not a high-level transcendent, he has nothing to be nervous about.

Relying on his equipment, Earl Jim is now full of confidence.

At this moment, he had a giant strength belt tied around his waist, ogre gloves on his hands, boots on his feet, a necklace around his neck, rings on his fingers, light armor on his body and a sword on his waist. Almost his entire body was covered with magical equipment.

This shows how profound the Linde aristocracy's background is.

Behind this profound background, countless people shed blood and tears, but the Earl himself does not care about it at all, just like the lives of civilians who were completely ignored in his plan.

"Ah, it's decided." Alvin, who had been almost silent just now, suddenly spoke.

The closed skull mask made his voice deep and strange.

"The first target has changed."

"I want your head."

Chapter 179: The Whistling Battle Axe

"I've heard a lot of similar things."

Count Jim calmly drew out the long sword hanging at his waist.

It was a standard knight's sword, also known as an arming sword. It was a one-handed sword that could be used both on horseback and on foot. If necessary, it could be used in conjunction with a shield and armor to perform the Lind-style armored swordsmanship, combining both offense and defense.

At this moment, the long sword in the earl's hand was flashing with undisguised magical brilliance. From the perceived strength of the magic alone, it could be inferred that this long sword was obviously a very rare and high-quality weapon with powerful magic attached to it.

However, compared to the sharpness of the weapon, what made Alvin feel more threatened was the aura emanating from the earl.

Just the extremely simple action of drawing out the long sword made people feel the sharp aura that only came from being tempered thousands of times, as if he himself was like the magic long sword, flashing an extremely intimidating cold light since it was unsheathed.

"Since I was seven, I've watched the fighting training of my family's knights every day. At thirteen, I formally learned swordsmanship and etiquette from Mr. Peter Cornwalter of the Fiore School of the Genoese Confederacy. Since then, the first thing I do every morning is practice swordsmanship, and even after becoming Minister of Agriculture, I haven't stopped for a single day."

Count Jim held the knight's sword upright in front of him and performed a standard duel salute. The upright knight's sword was covered with rows of lines, with the unique violent aesthetics of the weapon, magnificent and dangerous.

"Two days ago, I celebrated my forty-third birthday. Prior to that, I had already won twelve international swordfighting tournaments, over three hundred private duels, and even received the official title of Grandmaster from my school."

"So, stranger, who gave you the courage to challenge a Master who has practiced swordsmanship for over thirty years?"

As he spoke, a contemptuous smile appeared on the earl's lips, but his words did not make Ivan angry at all.

Although their weapons hadn't yet clashed, the fight between the two had already begun. The Count's words were merely a tactic designed to provoke his opponent and expose his weaknesses. Both the Linde and Genoese schools of swordsmanship possessed similar techniques.

As for Elrond in the bitter cold land of the north, oh, the warriors there are used to shouting "Witness me! Odin!" or more directly, roaring "Happy New Year to you and your family!", and then immediately covering their heads and starting to fight.

All in all, Alvin had seen similar behavior countless times in the game. The chat flows between players were so varied that some of the words were so convoluted and without a single dirty word that they sounded like they would make even a dead person jump out of his coffin.

Of course, as a gentle and easy-going young man of the new era, he himself does not like this kind of thing and is not particularly good at it.

Fortunately, Khayang, having studied Linde's dueling culture, had prepared small notes for him to use in response to various taunts. It was truly a verbal cannon worthy of a mage's tongue; some of the content was incredibly venomous just from reading it, let alone speaking it in person. It was like spitting a mouthful of something into someone's mouth.

He raised his hand to look at the paper scroll stuck in the gap of his gauntlet, and after a moment of hesitation, a dull and distorted voice finally came from behind the ferocious iron mask carved into the shape of a skull.

"Well, should I wish you a happy birthday?"

“…” The smile on Earl Jim’s face faded visibly.

Obviously, the opponent was not affected by his words at all. His casual standing posture seemed full of flaws, but he kept having a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

"Oh, what a joke. What does your swordsmanship have to do with you being a scumbag and villain?" Ivan chuckled and looked at the earl standing on the other side of the corridor. The Axe of Annihilation in his hand suddenly tightened.

Although he is not a noble saint, it does not prevent him from rolling up his sleeves and beating up one or two villains who think they are superior and can manipulate other people's lives at will.

"Whether they are scum or villains, they are all bad people who need to be taught a lesson."

"Hmph, then let me see how you teach a sword master a lesson."

The verbal battle ended here. No matter how their emotions changed on the surface, neither side found that the other had revealed any real flaws.

Thus, the next moment, two magical powers suddenly opened up in front and behind, and the visible strong wind brought with it the impact, blowing all the guards away. The two people who were confronting each other just now turned into two blurred shadows at the same time, rushing towards each other as fast as arrows!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the air, and fine rocks and dust spread out in all directions.

At the source of the loud noise, the long sword in Count Jim's hand was accurately stuck at the junction of the axe blade and the handle, just avoiding the buzzing chainsaw at the blade, ensuring that the dangerous saw teeth would not touch himself, while also allowing the cross-force points of the two weapons to build the most favorable force arm for him, in an attempt to counter the terrifying force coming from the opponent's weapon.

Making the most correct choice in such a brief moment of battle is an act worthy of boasting even for a swordsman.

But the most favorable choice, the most correct judgment, and the most accurate action may not necessarily bring real victory.

A cluster of red flames suddenly rose from the brass-decorated axe blade of the Annihilation Axe. The flames kept fluctuating and gradually condensed into a ferocious monster with two horns on its head. It let out an earth-shaking and violent roar towards Earl Jim who was nearby!