Star Forge Titan

Really, after dealing with so many monsters and demons, my mind has probably become a little overly sensitive.

Then, Ivan pulled out a hatchet from his waist. Linde's current train station didn't have the same strict security system as his previous life. It wasn't difficult for even ordinary people to bring a fruit knife aboard, let alone a transcendent.

"Hey, Karlbant, do you sense the presence of 'the same kind'?" Ivan asked the seemingly ordinary axe in his hand as he ran forward at a swift but silent pace.

"Unfortunately, not at all." Karlbant yawned, his words filled with undisguised disappointment.

Although he could not lie to the new master in front of him because of the contract that was so long that it made the devil's eyes twitch, the conflict on the mortal level was still a bit too boring for a Terror Demon.

I can't escape, I can't resist, so I can at least slack off, right?

This is Karlbant's attitude now.

"Is that so? Then maybe I'm just too sensitive." After muttering to myself, Alvin had already arrived at the freight car near the front of the train.

At this moment, he also saw clearly that there were some expected things parked next to the train's power locomotive.

It was a large, pitch-black magic vehicle. Its length was almost as long as the train's power locomotive, and its height was not much different from the latter. Therefore, Alvin, who was standing on the roof, could see the magic vehicle from a distance.

Judging from its appearance, he could tell it was a modified truck. However, the person who modified it was clearly very familiar with magical engineering and had considerable authority to acquire various high-performance "goods" to enhance the vehicle's performance.

This large magic vehicle had a number of armor plates installed on its exterior. Although the riveted edges made it look like a patchwork of ugly patches, it significantly improved its defense. Furthermore, the armor plates were wrapped with barbed wire with blades and short spikes to prevent anyone from forcibly climbing onto the vehicle from the outside.

There is even a 6-pound infantry steam cannon fixed on the top of the vehicle. This dangerous heavy weapon has been equipped in large quantities in the Linde army. Although its mobility is poor and it needs to be towed by additional animal power or a magic cart, its power should not be underestimated and can even pose a threat to most low-level extraordinary people.

Therefore, an infantry gun is definitely not something that an ordinary robber or a group of thieves can easily get their hands on.

Combined with his previous calculations about the possible existence of high-value goods, a not-so-good association gradually emerged in Alvin's mind.

First of all, the robbers who can get this modified car are definitely not ordinary. Secondly, they obviously need a sufficiently credible channel to obtain the cargo information, which also means that the other party is very likely to have accomplices in the train transportation department or other official agencies who pass on information to them, which is commonly known as the "insider".

"Could it be that a supernatural being really committed the crime?" Alvin scratched his head, and then saw a bald head without a single hair sticking out from the front.

Just now he was complaining that the other party was very unprofessional for not arranging a guard on the roof. Look, the guard is here, and he is a bald man!

The hairless robber obviously didn't expect that he would run into someone as soon as he climbed up. He was about to curse that the roof was so difficult to climb, but for a moment he just lay on the edge of the roof in a daze, as if he didn't know whether to continue climbing up or jump down immediately.

Seizing this brief moment, Alvin made a prompt decision and reached out to grab the head that looked very easy to slip.

The tall young man's slender and powerful fingers were like eagle claws, pinching the other person's entire face and chin, and then he directly "helped" the other person, dragging him onto the roof of the car like dragging a bag of flour.

At this moment, the bald robber who was forcibly dragged onto the roof of the car was unable to speak at all. At the same time, he heard the exclamations of his accomplices from below.

"Oh my god, Maca, when did you become so flexible? It's like someone was kind enough to help you up there."

Damn Javier! It wasn't like someone was actually giving me a hand!

The robber named Maca is now heartbroken, but he won't have to worry about that soon.

Because after he reached the roof of the train, a sturdy axe immediately hit his bald forehead with just the right force, of course, using the back of the axe. The resulting vibration made the bald robber's brain, which was not usually used, dance back and forth inside his skull in a very cheerful posture, and then he fell into a state of shutdown as it should be.

The robber fell to the ground with a thud, and his accomplice below, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, immediately laughed in a gloating manner.

"Hahaha, you didn't slip again, did you? I told you the roof is curved, and it would be easier to stand without shoes, but you just..."

His laughter stopped abruptly because he saw a tall figure who was obviously not Maca looking down at him with his back to the sun. The shadow cast on the robber named Javier below made him freeze as if he was petrified.

Then, accompanied by the rustling sound of his robes, Javier let out a short scream like a drake with its neck pinched, and was knocked unconscious by Ivan's fist.

His body was thrown onto the roof of the car and lay precisely side by side with the also unconscious Macka, looking like a pair of brothers who were caught in a sudden storm at the same time.

The reason why Alvin did not choose to kill people directly was that he took into consideration the possible extraordinary people on the other side. If they had the ability to sense the death of their accomplices, killing these minions directly might alert the robber leader who had not yet appeared.

At the same time, through the open door of the freight car, he saw that the various goods that were originally neatly stacked inside were now in a mess. In the distance, the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets could be heard from the adjacent car, accompanied by various rude curses.

"This is such bad luck! Where on earth is that thing? Damn it, is it being secretly carried in an ordinary carriage?"

"Idiot, didn't you listen to what the boss said before we left? That thing needs a special storage device and can't be mixed in with ordinary luggage. Speaking of which, it's all the fault of those guards for being so stubborn. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to do such hard work like porters."

Perhaps because the security personnel on the train and the guards in charge of special cargo were all knocked down, the two robbers who were rummaging through boxes and chatting were obviously not very vigilant.

Until one of the robbers was bragging about how miserable the country girl screamed when he dragged her into the wheat field in the village last time, he suddenly couldn't hear his companion's response.

"Why don't you speak?" The robber, who was as skinny as a big monkey, turned around and saw an axe hitting him directly on the head. This time, it was not the back of the axe that fell, but the sharp axe blade.

Blood and brain matter spurted out along the wound very accurately, without staining Ivan's pure white long coat at all.

I didn't alert the other party before because I was afraid of trouble, but when I saw such a despicable low-level scum, it was natural and right to kill him.

With a cold face, Alvin wiped the blood off the axe blade with the plaid triangular scarf that another robber was wearing to cover his face.

"Dear master, please don't use me to chop these small fish in the future. It's disgusting!" Karlbant's complaint came from the hand axe.

"Oh, I'll definitely do it next time." Alvin said perfunctorily, and then he was too lazy to continue hiding his whereabouts, so he just walked forward.

“Who is it!?! Ahahaha…”

"Stop! Aa ...

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh ...

“Help!!! Aa ...

"Don't come over here! Ahahaha..."

"I'm warning you, ahhh..."

"Mom! Ahh ...

"No! Ahahaha..."

Accompanied by a series of collisions and screams, Ivan, carrying a seemingly ordinary hand axe, came directly to the driver's cab at the front of the train.

Compared to the mechanical part that occupies most of the front space of the vehicle, the area of ​​the cab is not large. It can only accommodate about five or six people standing inside. It is only slightly larger than the elevator in Ivan's previous life.

At that moment, he saw a middle-aged man, clearly a Transcendent, standing in the cab with a serious expression. He had an ordinary appearance, his brown hair shaved into a short, helmet-friendly cut. He wore a slightly yellowed linen shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned near the collar, revealing a few wisps of curly brown chest hair that made him look particularly uncouth.

At the other side's feet were several guards, their bodies mangled and bloody, who had obviously suffered a lot of torture. On the other side were the train driver and other ordinary crew members, who were squatting in fear with their heads in their hands.

After sensing the magical pressure emitted by the other party, Ivan couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise on his cold face.

No way! How could a Level 3 Transcendent really come here to become a bandit?

This matter, is this matter in the river?

In contrast, while Alvin was feeling surprised, the extraordinary robber opposite him felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over his whole body, and he couldn't help but tremble.

In this era of the rise of various nations, although the number of extraordinary people in various places has indeed been steadily increasing in recent years, the average number of people per square kilometer is still not dense.

Logically speaking, the second-level and first-level soldiers who were guarding the important cargo should be the biggest difficulties he would encounter in this mission.

But, but, what on earth is this thing in front of me!

The third-level shield guard named John really wants to ask now, is this reasonable?

How could such a person appear on an ordinary train? The information passed on by the gentleman in the steel city of Vulcan didn't mention such a thing at all!

Even though his perception wasn't particularly sharp, John could still sense the terrifying presence of this young man. He was like a dark, lightless abyss, tightly controlling the free magic in the environment under his will.

The terrifying magical pressure emanating from it made it impossible for him to even distinguish the opponent's specific rank. He only felt as if an invisible mountain was falling, blocking out the sky and the sun.

John's teeth began to chatter, and he cursed himself in his heart for being too relaxed and not wearing a full set of armor.

This isn't just a stupid driver ramming a fence (Linde slang), it's like driving a magic car into a castle!

"Fire..." John moved his lips and made a trembling sound.

"Hmm?" Alvin raised his eyebrows.

"Fire!!!" John roared heartbreakingly at his men in the magic car parked next to the power locomotive:

This wasn't about his bravery, nor was it about his selflessness. It was simply his most direct judgment. If he didn't use infantry artillery...

I will die! And none of my men will escape!

As for firing, as a Shield Guardian, I can withstand more damage than other extraordinary people even without a shield. In addition, I have just shown some signs of success. Sometimes I can activate it successfully, and sometimes it is like my soul power reciting poems on the spot. Maybe I can still survive.

and so……

boom!

Although he didn't understand why the leader asked such a question, his deputy, a guy who had been eyeing the position of the leader of the thieves' gang for a long time, immediately ordered the technical robber who knew how to operate the artillery to fire a shot at the front of the car.

Accompanied by rapidly expanding white smoke, a round lead bullet was shot out at high speed along the wrought iron gun barrel.

Even though the distance between the muzzle and the target was very close, causing the shell to fail to accelerate to its fastest speed, resulting in a decrease in power, this was still not an attack that ordinary people or even most low-level transcendents could easily withstand.

"A strong shield protects me, and I will never die on the battlefield!"

The robber leader John recited the activation words needed to release his soul power at the fastest speed in his life.

Poems of the soul, words of liberation, different schools of thought have different names for it, in short it is a short sentence used to suggest oneself to inspire power.

As soon as the words fell, a blurry, khaki-colored humanoid figure that was completely invisible appeared beside John, creating additional protection for him that was comparable to a full set of heavy armor.

At the same time, John held his head with his hands and curled up on the ground. This was a standard evasive action for dealing with artillery fire that he learned from veterans and non-commissioned officers before he was expelled from the army for breaking the law.

However, it is not clear how effective it is. After all, those who survived said it was useful, and those who did not survive could not express their opinions.

However, to John's surprise, after the huge cannon sounded, he did not feel any impact. It was as if his subordinates had not loaded the cannonball, but only put some gunpowder into the barrel and fired a blank.

"You are quite decisive." Ivan looked down at the robber leader lying on the ground and said calmly:

Just now, facing the shells fired by the infantry gun, he didn't even look at them, but simply opened his five fingers to the side of the gun muzzle facing himself.

There was no use for the Ash Armor or the more defensive Lightforge Armor. Just relying on the open Sun Shield, the cannonball was bounced back to God knows where when it was halfway.

Just kidding, although I am only a second-level one now, I have spent a lot of effort to obtain the highest-level materials to complete the promotion, and I don’t intend to be threatened by a mere 6-pound infantry gun!

John knelt on the ground in amazement. He could still hear the chaotic voices coming from the magic car, such as "Second in command! How could the second in command be killed by a cannonball!?! Can you fire a cannon? How do you fire a cannon...", but there was only despair in his heart.

Even the soul power that he had successfully released once and for all automatically retracted into his body. Therefore, the super spiritual double body that had been formed had no soul power to support it, and of course it quickly dissipated into the air.

"I lose." John threw his weapon aside, then put his hands on his head and didn't stand up. He continued on his knees.

"Please spare my life."

Chapter 18 Train Arrives

"Calculating the time, our champion should have gotten on the bus by now, right?"

Conrad, lying sideways on the single sofa, suddenly asked, looking completely unruly:

To be honest, from a purely passerby's perspective, without any prejudice, His Majesty the Emperor Linde of the Central Empire is now completely like a lying salted fish, exuding an air of laziness.

At the desk not far from him, Duchess Catherine, who had completed her internship at the Public Security Bureau, was processing various documents.

If no one dealt with them, the pile of files would surely overflow the desk, and then topple over like a collapsing mountain, completely covering half of the study floor.

As for our noble Majesty Conrad, he will probably still deal with it when the documents overflow out the study door.

In order to avoid seeing that scene, although she was very annoyed, Catherine sat down at the desk as usual and began to review various documents.

To be honest, the number of documents in this study is far less than that during the reign of the previous Emperor Lind. The reason for this is naturally that after Conrad came to power, he promulgated new policies and slowly changed the traditional management model of Emperor Lind, who had to be involved in everything, in a lukewarm way.

In this way, Conrad handed over most of the trivial work to the Council of Nobles. This seemingly decentralization behavior also gave him a very good reputation among the nobles, but secretly earned him the nickname "Happy King".

However, he himself seemed to be completely indifferent to this.

"Yes, if someone hadn't said that his eyes hurt and he couldn't read the documents, I should have taken that train to Vulcan." Catherine rolled her eyes at her brother and spoke in a sharp tone as if she wanted to throw the pen at his butt like a dart.

"Hey, it seems that my dear sister is very indignant about not being able to travel with someone." Conrad turned himself over and laughed very provocatively.

At the same time, the sunlight outside the window was shining into the study through the glass, covering the emperor's golden hair that looked like gold bars, making him look like a fried salted fish reflecting colorful light under the sunlight.

"What are you talking about!?!" Catherine blushed, not knowing who she was thinking of.

"Eh? Isn't it because you can't travel with that young man from Genoa..."

"I didn't travel with Diana because I wanted to..."

The two people who spoke at the same time stopped at the same time, and the room suddenly fell into a very awkward atmosphere.

"Ahem, by the way, how's the further investigation into the identity of our champion going?" Conrad abruptly changed the subject.

At the same time, His Majesty the Emperor couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his plan to train a substitute for his sister.

"MI7 agents have returned from Genoa." Catherine paused and then continued:

"Perhaps because the subject of the investigation wasn't a noble, and even if they possessed a Transcendental identity, they were merely ordinary knights, the investigation went very smoothly overall. They did indeed locate the town where Isaac Newton, the alchemist of the Molten Metal School, lived in his later years. They even found his burial site and confirmed the information on the tombstone."

"According to the investigation, there was indeed a young man in the town who had served as a servant to the alchemist. However, his last name was not 'Erian' but 'Esposito', which means 'abandoned on the street' in Genoese. Most street children would choose this surname." Catherine couldn't help but sigh when she said this.

"Of course, the alchemist himself wasn't well off, and couldn't be compared to his peers who possessed excellent technological intellectual property. He was clearly the inventor of the new coinage technology."

"Also, it seems that due to an accident, he lost his ability to cast spells in his later years, and could only make a living as a craftsman, helping the residents repair things. Later, due to a relapse of an old injury, one of the alchemist's hands became paralyzed, and the remaining hand was not very flexible either. This forced him to recruit an apprentice or servant."