Star Forge Titan

However, he did not feel fear. Instead, he felt a faint sense of joy in accepting the challenge in his heart, a hidden emotion that was close to arrogance or even madness.

Is it for the glory of saving the world, or the self-satisfaction of being a hero?

No, that emotion is closer to being simple - willful, or more straightforward, I am happy.

While the eldest princess leaned quietly against Ivan, Khayon, who was taken away by his mentor Lucius, also strolled back to his dormitory.

Along the way, all the low-level wizards and apprentices of the School of Undead would look at him with sarcasm, because the former head student of the school was now only wearing a pair of underwear.

Facing their ridicule, Khayon greeted them nonchalantly, looking no different from usual.

But when he closed the door, he angrily swept everything on the table to the floor.

Huhuhuhu, Khayon stood there breathing rapidly.

He recalled the scene that happened before, when he asked his mentor Lucius Sura with a flattering smile to borrow a cloak of the undead heavy infantry under his command.

As a result, Lucius casually picked his nails, then raised his chin, indicating that he should look at the neatly arranged heavy infantry phalanxes.

"Look at this neat military formation. If one soldier didn't have a cloak, wouldn't it look very strange?"

"Yes, mentor..." The smile on Khayang's face froze at that moment.

But he didn't say much, just lowered his head deeply, and didn't mention the topic again until he returned to the Undead School's residence.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." He kept growling in a voice that was suppressed to the extreme, with fierce flames burning in Khayang's eyes.

What he hated most at the moment was not the barbarian. Isn't it normal for barbarians to steal things?

The person who really made Khayon so angry that he could no longer control himself was his mentor Lucius.

You have to know that the group of undead soldiers under Lucius were armed by him and other apprentices personally. In the end, the other party was so stingy as to not even lend them a worthless cloak, simply because it would affect the integrity of the army formation.

This reveals a cruel reality: his dignity is worthless in the eyes of the other party.

Even if an advancement ritual is bestowed, it is only to make the tools in hand more applicable.

This is reality.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door behind him, and the extremely angry expression on Khayang's face quickly disappeared as if it had never appeared.

He slowly packed his things and dressed before opening the door. He wasn't worried about the visitor getting angry at him for waiting too long. If the visitor was a mentor or other high-ranking mage, they wouldn't even knock, but would simply throw a rude summons spell inside.

Sure enough, when Khayang opened the door, standing outside was also a low-level wizard in a black robe.

"Mr. Chief, I'm very sorry to bother you so late. I'm the one who took over your previous special job, so..." the visitor said meaningfully.

"Do you want to know information about the target person?" Ka Yang asked directly.

"Yes." The strange mage nodded.

"Okay, I can tell you." Ka Yang nodded.

"Thank you very much..." The visitor showed a happy expression on his face, but then he heard the other party say another sentence.

"But." Khayon's words interrupted his thanks.

"You have to pay more."

Chapter 22: Loss of Humanity

Is this the Chief Apprentice who received the personal recommendation of Grand Mentor Gaius a few years ago to study abroad in the City of a Thousand Towers? He doesn't seem to be anything special...

It was said that he was originally an orphan who rolled in the mud, without even a drop of noble blood in his body. If it weren't for the favor of Grand Master Gaius, this man would not have been qualified to receive the promotion ceremony to become a second-level mage.

Looking at Khayon's pale face, Kelu Weijies, a descendant of a minor noble family, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He was also one of Lucius Sura's apprentices or servants. For all the lower-level mages in the School of the Undead who had not yet reached the third rank, there was actually not much difference between the two identities.

Even the chief among apprentices is only the first of a pack of hounds.

Dogs are dogs after all, they will not become humans unless they are promoted to the third level.

Therefore, although Kelu appeared very humble towards Khayang and took the initiative to put himself in a lower position, he still harbored an almost malicious fighting mentality in his heart.

Of course, he would never reveal any dark thoughts on the surface.

Undead mage apprentices who are unable to do this will be "voluntarily" turned into material on the dissection table before completing their initial studies. In addition, they may also suffer a similar fate due to various other accidents.

In short, they will legally contribute their most precious thing - their lives - to the school.

"More money?" Kelu still had a smile on his face, and at the same time he quickly calculated the price he could afford.

To his mentor Lucius, he was not an important subordinate.

But because of a secret, Lucius trusts him more than others, but the Khayon in front of him is also involved in that secret, so the status of both parties remains unchanged.

If Kelu hopes to continue to cling to Lucius's thigh, or even hope to be promoted to the third level and no longer be a dog, then he must do his best to complete the secret mission assigned by his mentor.

"But that was an order from Mentor Lucius. If I have to do it personally..." Although he had made a decision in his heart, Kelu looked embarrassed on the surface.

"Then I can only express my deep regret. The previous battle has exhausted me both physically and mentally, and now I can't remember anything at all." Khayon sneered and looked at Kelu with a mocking look, slumped in the chair as if he had no bones.

"..." Kelu had a smile on his face, but his fists were clenched slightly and hardened.

"How about the soul of a bloodthirsty person? I guarantee it's the kind of bloodthirsty person who has killed at least a dozen people. It would be perfect for making a ghost killer." He rubbed his hands with a flattering smile.

Bloodthirsters might sound powerful, but they were actually the imprisoned souls of murderers after death. As for ghost killers, these undead spirits had relatively limited uses. While they were effective against ordinary people, they weren't very effective against transcendent beings of high rank.

Moreover, the probability of a low-level wizard successfully creating this type of ghost-type undead himself is very reluctant to mention.

Therefore, in response to the price offered by the other party, Ka Yang simply replied:

"Wow, that sounds good." Then he stopped talking and stared at his fingers, as if a flower could bloom on them.

"How about adding a warning crystal? I guarantee that it is a crystal that has never been used." Kelu took out a crystal that emitted a faint white light from his pocket.

This magical device can detect movements within a radius of thirty meters after being activated. As long as the range exceeds a certain level, the brightness of the crystal will suddenly increase.

However, the user must also remain quiet, otherwise it will interfere with the operation of the warning crystal.

"Master Weijies, I'm very tired now." Khayon said without raising his eyelids, blocking all the inappropriate compliments that came out of Kelu's mouth like an insurance salesman.

"Then..." The veins on Kelu's forehead bulged slightly.

If the other party was not the chief apprentice, if he was not unable to defeat this person, he really wanted to let Khayang "volunteer" now.

"An ethereal pendant." Kelu Weijies squeezed out his bottom line through his teeth.

At the same time, his right hand also used a speed that would not cause misunderstanding, which was very important within the School of Undead, and slowly took out a prismatic gem pendant from his pocket.

"This is elf craftsmanship, definitely not a human imitation." After saying this, Kelu felt like crying.

God knows what price he paid for this. He only hopes that his mentor will grant him the advancement ceremony after completing the task.

"Oh? You still have this good stuff." Khayang stood up from his chair and patted Kelu's shoulder enthusiastically.

"Come here, let me see." Pushing Kelu onto another chair, he unceremoniously snatched the gem pendant from the other's hand.

"This magical artifact can proportionally enhance the effect of spells. Even in the City of Thousand Towers, it is the best-selling low-level equipment." Ka Yang exclaimed with a smile as he felt the changes in his own magic power flowing through the pendant.

"Um, Mr. Chief, about the intelligence." Kelu asked humbly, suppressing his painful expression.

"Civilians." Khayon stared at the pendant in his hand, turned his back to Kelu and said a noun in a very calm tone.

"Civilians?" Kelu was a little confused as to why the other party suddenly mentioned civilians.

How could a commoner become a noble, especially a noble among nobles, that is, the weakness of the royal family of Elrond? He couldn't understand this feeling and even suspected that the other party was just perfunctorily talking to him.

"That noble eldest princess is completely different from those high-ranking nobles. Perhaps it's the Gussmith family that's the odd one out among the nobles. They always have strange expectations of the common people of Elrond, as if those rubbish who go hungry all day and can't defeat monsters can be of much use."

"The previous Demon King was close to those robed nobles and officials who only knew how to run around the palace and the council hall doing chores and talking big, and suppressed the sword-wielding nobles who owned actual territories. As a result, he was ostracized by lords from all over the place. This Demon King established the Royal Academy and recruited civilians on a large scale, but in the end, he trained a group of low-level extraordinary people with mediocre strength. It was a complete waste of effort." Khayon said sarcastically.

"As for our eldest princess, when she was a child, she liked to go to the orphanage in the lower city of Avonmore and hang out with the common people. Ha, she said she was doing charity, but who knows if she was just buying people's hearts." Khayon turned his back to Kelu, his tone full of disdain and ridicule.

"So, as long as we take advantage of the fact that the other party values ​​civilians, Her Royal Highness the Princess will definitely reveal her flaws?" Kelu muttered thoughtfully.

"I can only say that the probability is very high if she still retains the overly naive idealism of her childhood." Ka Yang shrugged as if he didn't care.

"Okay, I'll try." Kelu said helplessly, but then suddenly changed the subject.

"But, Chief Paulus, how do you know about that prince's childhood?"

"Of course I found out. The battle between mages started with an intelligence war." Khayon answered without any hesitation.

"That's true." Kelu nodded and stopped thinking about it, but he still felt like he had lost out.

At this moment, a wave of magical power suddenly came from the room. Sensing the familiar wavelength, the two of them hurriedly stood up and bowed.

Not long after, a purple magic power formed an opening and closing mouth in the air, and the voice of Lucius Sura was heard from within.

"Come to my study, I have new work." After saying that, the big mouth created by the communication spell automatically dissipated into basic magic particles Mana.

Upon hearing this order, neither Khayon nor Kelu dared to delay. They walked out of the room quickly and followed the floating saucer in the middle of the Mage Tower to the upper level.

Passing through two huge armored undead guards, the two stepped into Lucius's private study.

This is a study room that is completely different from the style of the Necromancer profession. The fire burning in the fireplace and the activated magic lamp make the room look particularly bright.

A luxurious mahogany bookcase is connected to the ceiling and covers all the walls. In the middle, there is a metal corridor that can accommodate one person walking, dividing the bookshelf into two layers. Various precious magic research materials and books are randomly filled in it, so that this study looks more like a private library used by nobles to show off their family heritage.

In the middle of the room stood a large desk made of a whole piece of obsidian. This kind of material, which could be used as a magical material, was naturally much more valuable than ordinary materials. If it were used to make a ritual base, it could greatly increase the success rate, but at the moment it was only used as a desk.

"Coming?" Lucius' voice came from above.

He stood on the metal corridor, holding an opened letter in his hand.

"Teacher, you called me?" Khayang touched his chest and saluted, then quietly maintained the saluting posture and waited for words.

"The advanced information is on the desk. Sign the confidentiality agreement and take it away. Remember to burn it after reading it and don't share it with anyone else."

Not long after, Lucius saw this incompetent apprentice again. He felt annoyed and didn't want to pay any more attention to him. He just gave him a simple instruction and stopped looking at him.

Then, Lucius turned to look at Kelu, who was bowing to him with a flattering expression.

"I pay my highest respects to you, the honorable crown-wearer, the crown mage, the Pale Bones, His Excellency Lucius Sura." Kelu saluted suddenly as if he was going to break his waist and said a series of titles and greetings.

"Oh, Kelu, Kelu, I told you to put away those useless nonsense." Despite saying this, Lucius showed a smile on his face.

"The Alchemist Association of Flanders has invited us. They've unearthed the remains of some ancient giant creatures in an ancient ruin and need our help in identification and research. You know what I've been looking for in the North these years, so I have to go there myself."

Having said that, Lucius's expression became extremely serious, and his wrinkled, old face even looked a bit ferocious.

"Before I return, the task assigned to you must be completed as quickly as possible. You can order others to search as well, but they must not know the truth. Remember, we are only searching for Her Royal Highness the Princess to prevent her from falling into the hands of evildoers."

"Yes, we are searching and rescuing, but such things often end up with sad accidents," said Kru hypocritically.

"Yes, accidents are always unavoidable." Lucius smiled hypocritically.

More than ten minutes later, a carriage pulled by twelve Wandering Soul Knights drove away from the Mage Tower. This time, Lucius did not bring along the battle group equipped by him as a fourth-level necromancer, after all, he was only going out for scientific research.

At the same time, news of the previous unrest was sent to the capital, Avonmore, by Governor Flanders.

Upon receiving the news, the current Demon King immediately summoned Gaius Marius, the Grand Master of the School of the Undead in the City of Tears.

"Do you have anything to explain? I don't know when a fourth-level wizard appeared in the Elrond Undead School." The Demon Lord Gustav asked in a low voice.

At this moment, he was not lying on the couch in Schönbrunn Palace, but very rarely walked through the Corridor of Mirrors to the Iron Palace to meet with his ministers.

Sitting on the cold metal throne recast from the swords, spears, and axes left behind by countless defeated warriors, the Demon King Gustav looked seriously at the tall middle-aged man below.

This man had a square face with three deep wrinkles between his brows. His left eye was pierced by a huge scar, and the damaged eyeball was replaced with a magical prosthetic eye made of obsidian, which occasionally emitted a faint magical light.

He is none other than Gaius Marius, the supreme mentor of the School of the Dead.

"This fact is an accident." Even facing the questioning of His Majesty the Demon King, Gaius's tone remained calm, without any sign of anxiety at all.

"Lucius of the Hippocrates School was promoted to the third level forty years ago. Until last weekend, he suddenly completed the arduous training of the Path of the Fire Sword and was promoted to the fourth level of Pale Bone. This matter was so sudden that I dare not report this news to Your Majesty without confirming its authenticity." Gaius explained calmly.

"Last week?" Gustav's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of anger in his tone.

"A fourth-rank trooper who just completed his promotion last week already has a complete Undead combat group equipped this week? And a special combat group capable of rapid and mobile operations, equipped with a Wandering Soul Sea and a large magic furnace!?!"

As he questioned, the shadow behind the Demon King suddenly expanded upwards like a rising flame, and two wings of shadow spread out, covering the sky and earth as if to devour everyone and everything in front of it.

"Gaius!" Gustav shouted.

"What on earth do you want to do!?!"

"What?" Gaius stood there unmoved.

"We want to gain the power to fight against Lind before he launches the Second Human-Demon War and sends his magical army north to slaughter the people of Elrond."

“…” Gustav’s eyes instantly became sharper.

"The magical army that appeared at the parade is not something that any active army can resist. Those roaring machines, terrifying weapons, and the vast number of ordinary soldiers who are armed to the teeth are comparable to low-level extraordinary professionals. Your Majesty, we are already far behind, and the Central Empire Linde will not stop and wait." Gaius said solemnly.