Star Forge Titan

But things went against his wishes. No matter how Rimore tried to increase the engine output power or how he screamed and roared madly in the cockpit, the objective reality was still that Ivan was holding up the mechanical arm of the magic mecha with one hand as it pressed down with all its strength.

"Although I don't know what you're thinking, nor why you would behave in such a way that's out of character, I just want to make one thing clear to you."

Ivan slowly stretched his arms fully, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack due to the force.

On the other hand, although they were surprised by the incredible wrestling scene before their eyes (mainly due to the huge size difference between the two sides), as knowledgeable logistics staff of the underground headquarters of Zhenli Rock, these people still made the correct judgment at the first time.

Just kidding, they are experienced accident-prone workers with thick hair and all the necessary limbs after experiencing all kinds of bizarre experimental accidents caused by the weapons research and development department.

The logistics personnel, who had just been dozens of meters away from the wrestling parties, ran to the safety shelter set up for spectators at the edge of the training ground in just a few breaths.

Watching the other party disappear behind the solid shelter, the black-haired boy, like the sea level before a storm, expressed his truest feelings at the moment in a calm yet terrifying manner.

"I am angry."

As soon as the brief words fell, an orange-red light appeared from the ends of his hair. Ivan's dark hair moved without wind, rising like flames, making him look like he was wearing a burning crown of fire.

The Death Angel's mystical ritual, imitating the body of a demigod, combined with the Burning Ashes crafted from the magnificent feathers of the Phoenix's tail, the plasma-like light of Heavenly Fire, and the Ashes of Destruction imbued with the concept of meteoric destruction, completed the Ash Knight's ultimate ascension ritual. And then there was the simple and plain awakening of the Titan Bloodline, which needed no further flowery description...

All of this forced the violent talent that originally belonged to the ordinary barbarian class to begin to transform due to the persistent, unreserved and extremely excessive cheating experience.

Perhaps it was because the anger at the moment was too small, although the word "Rage" on the personal panel gradually faded, the new talent did not appear directly.

However, this did not prevent Alvin from using an extremely standard over-the-shoulder throw to throw a 15-meter-tall magic mecha with a weight measured in tons out during the unpleasant time that followed.

Yes, the heavy magic mecha took off. At this moment, the 15-meter-tall 'Iron Cavalry 1886·Revised' broke free from the constraints of gravity and flew off.

The roar of the magic engine could not stop the feet of the Iron Cavalry 1886 Modified from leaving the ground. The heavy body covered with thick armor brought up a whistling wind as it moved through the air.

The sound of the wind was so sharp, as if someone was screaming at the top of his lungs.

To do this, Alvin stretched out his other arm and grasped a finger of the heavy machine with both hands.

Then, amidst the piercing sounds of metal twisting and tearing, and steel bending and deforming, the black-haired boy lifted the gigantic magic mecha above his head.

After a split-second pause as if to demonstrate his strength, he swung the magic mecha towards the ground with an almost cold and resolute attitude!

boom! ! !

With a crash that was even louder and duller than before, the magic mecha fell heavily to the ground along with Smoor on board. The whole world seemed to be spinning and jumping. Explosions began to be heard from inside the solid body of the mecha, and thick black smoke mixed with sparks rose up.

A deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters was sunken in the solid ground of the training ground. The loud noise generated by it spread rapidly throughout the entire underground cavity and could be clearly heard even in the pyramid-shaped headquarters building.

In an office, Joseph, who saw this scene from afar through the window with Eagle Eyes, had a solemn look on his face.

"This is really..." The conspirator in the white robe subconsciously lowered his voice:

"It's unexpected."

Chapter 37 He's dead!

To be honest, objectively speaking, after seeing the scene on the training ground, someone actually only said that it was a little unexpected, which can be said to be very calm.

You know, under normal circumstances, alchemists who choose to be promoted to traditional spellcaster classes such as wizards, if they dare to face the heavy punch of the magic mecha with their physical bodies, they will definitely die and only a ball of meat sauce will be left, which will be so mushy that it can be used to make traditional Genoa-style pasta.

However, instead of dodging, Alvin stood still and threw the 15-meter-tall magic mecha to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Judging from the thick smoke billowing from the interior of the Iron Cavalry 1886 Kai, the aircraft was most likely in a dire state and had to be returned to the factory for an overhaul.

However, the pilot sitting inside the fuselage would most likely not die, perhaps because of the thick armor and the improved and deliberately reinforced buffer structure.

However, even if he escaped the fate of "living and dying together" with his vehicle, there was still a slightly angry Titan descendant waiting outside to "look forward" to settling accounts with him.

Riding on the immobilized Iron Cavalry 1886·Gai, Ivan, with his hair slightly floating like flames, let his arms hang naturally at his sides as he walked up step by step to the chest of the machine.

Looking down at the circular observation device on the head of the machine, which looked like a one-eyed eye, he knew that the magic sighting device integrated inside could be directly connected to the cockpit and was the main channel for the driver to observe the surrounding environment.

This also means that the pilot sitting in the fuselage is looking at him in confusion.

"Do you want me to ask you out?" Alvin had a creepy smile on his face.

This is a sinister smile caused by the anger of the data party, the combat power party, the achievement party, the platinum must-achieve cult, the number stacking enthusiasts, and the rare expertise collectors when their combat power training plans are interrupted.

But of course he wasn't blinded by anger.

Whether as a former top player or an active fighter, Alvin will not let extreme emotions completely cloud his mind.

Even though anger can make magic power burn like a flame and quickly strengthen itself, it should be based on the premise that all angry emotions are firmly controlled by oneself like a slave.

Uncontrolled power will not bring victory, but will only lead to reckless and meaningless destruction.

Ivan repeated in his mind the words 'Emotions are servants of the body, consciousness is the master of the body'.

Then, he calmly raised his right foot and stepped down suddenly!

thump—

The metal armor suddenly deformed, and even though there was a magic mecha in between, the surrounding ground still trembled under the trampling.

Inside the cab of the Iron Cavalry 1886 Modified, although there was a half-meter thick steel armor separating the seemingly unarmed boy from Rimore, he still felt a fear as if he was in close contact with a wild beast.

He had regained his sanity, but he felt he might as well have fainted. Because even Rimore himself, the person involved, could not understand why he had done such an irrational and crazy thing.

He had even forgotten the reasons that prompted him to make the decision. No matter how hard he tried to recall, his mind was filled with uncontrollable anger and inexplicably growing murderous intent.

In fact, this is also what Alvin feels strange about.

Even though Rimore's lack of common sense in life is laughable, he is still a member of the noble blood lineage after all.

It’s not that nobles are naturally more rational than others. In fact, it is very common to see noble children who indulge in their emotions and act recklessly no matter where they are.

But most of those people were second or third sons. Unlike the eldest son like Rimore, they had not received a complete aristocratic education and understood the basic principle that family interests were above personal reputation.

Even though he was angry because of the failure, as the eldest son of a noble family, he should not carry out a sneak attack in public that would bring shame to the family.

Because that would lead to the destruction of some important invisible family assets, that is, 'reputation'.

Therefore, even if you want to do it, you should do it secretly after leaving.

Of course, given Rimore's personality, it is more likely that he will invite Alvin to a duel again after a while.

In the final analysis, the two sides were only competing for the first place in training results and academic performance, and they did not have any irreconcilable feud in the true sense.

Even deep down in his heart, although the proud Limore could not say it directly, he did feel a little admiration for the civilian in front of him who surpassed all the students in both learning progress and practical training.

You have to know that these people are all outstanding talents who can be called geniuses in their respective families and factions.

Therefore, Rimore had no idea why he had made such a gentlemanly and cheap sneak attack, as if his brain was completely controlled by someone else.

"This shouldn't be..." Limore slumped in the driver's seat with a dazed look in his eyes, cold sweat pouring down his body. He felt as if his heart was being pinched by a big cold hand, and a nauseating feeling of nausea surged into his heart.

"What shouldn't be done?"

Following this question, the already somewhat deformed armor was forcibly opened upwards. The bright light from the headlights high above the training ground shone through the gaps into the pitch-black cockpit, making it impossible for Rimore to open his eyes.

"I, I shouldn't, that's not right, that's not me, that's really not me!"

The blond young man raised one hand with great effort to block his face. Tears streamed down his face in confusion, and he no longer had any trace of aristocratic bearing. He stammered and tried to explain something.

"I know." Ivan interrupted his defense with a simple sentence.

"Ah?" Rimore was startled awake.

By now, the black-haired boy had completely calmed down and figured out the general situation of the whole incident in just one sentence.

As an outsider who had arrived in the Steel City of Vulcan less than a week ago, he had no conflicts with the local forces. The only person who might have had a grudge against him was most likely the unidentified insider who was connected to the train robbery.

I once guessed that the other party was most likely in Vulcan.

Now it seems that the man might not be a robed noble or administrative official in the management system, but a member of the New Era Institute, an academic research institution with great influence in the local area.

As for the unlucky guy who was the executor in front of him, he was most likely just a flag being used by others. He might even be cast with mind-affecting illusion magic, or a strange curse that could control others from a distance.

He still remembered that the thief leader died instantly on the spot because of illusion magic or curse before he could reveal any information about the mastermind behind the incident.

Therefore, Alvin did not intend to vent his anger on Limore. At most, he would just beat him up.

Then, we have to blow out the guy who is stirring up trouble behind the scenes!

Let him know what it means to...

You should never mess with me, even dragons and tigers!

Chapter 38 Scrape that guy out!!!

The detective game for the students has begun.

One of the detectives is Miss Diana Marilyn, a steel soldier who is good at using her handsome smile to communicate with girls.

One of the detectives is Kayon Paulus, a jerk necromancer who is good at making the dead speak and dares to gamble with his friends.

One of the detectives is Xiao Q, a scorching hound who excels at dangerous driving, analyzing scents, catching traces, exploring complex environments, and walking my own skills.

And the leader of the team, the tough detective, a muscular reasoning enthusiast who is good at convincing people with reason, has a sharp mind and an even faster punch, a descendant of Titans, a wrestler with dragons, a barbarian from the North, a knight of ash with a solar shield and light-forged armor - Mr. Ivan Elian.

In addition, we cannot forget Mr. Rimoureux de Maupassant, a second-level armored cavalryman of the Magic Sequence, who is in charge of the clue item and temporarily owes Mr. Elion a beating with increasing interest every year. He wears his shirt upside down.

The so-called armored cavalry is naturally the direct promotion class of the steel soldiers. They also belong to the magic sequence and can control magic vehicles better than ordinary people.

Of course, this does not bring him direct experience. At most, he can learn faster than others. At the same time, he can use his own magic power to directly interfere with the internal mechanical operation of the magic vehicle to assist in operation.

However, this still didn't allow him to win in the actual game. That was simply because someone had gone too far in cheating, using technology that was several versions behind to bully kids. That was truly despicable.

But this is not the primary issue that needs to be discussed now.

Sitting in a corner of the dining hall in the living area, in addition to the small group of people gathered together, there was also Mr. Rimo de Maupassant.

This distinguished gentleman, who came from a noble bloodline, was now wrapped in bandages and had a pale face. He looked as if he had been thrown into a washing machine and locked up for several days and nights, and that washing machine was still in the running state.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Alvin needed him to honestly explain the cause and effect of the matter so that he could find out the clues that the mastermind behind the scenes might have left, he would have temporarily put the beating he owed the other party aside.

If Mr. Riemer de Maupassant had been beaten up, he probably wouldn't have been able to utter a few complete sentences.

"You mean, you don't remember where you were controlled, nor do you remember anything about the other party?" Ka Yang frowned and asked carefully.

In theory, as the only one in the team who has received orthodox mage training, he is the one most familiar with this aspect.

What's more, the necromancers, whose main job is to manipulate souls, are of course very familiar with such devilish tricks. Those are their specialties.

However, after Khayon inquired for some information and even quietly cast a few spells, he found that there was no trace of necromancy or other spells related to negative energy on Limore.

This means that necromancy can be crossed off the list of reasons that drove him to such adverse behavior.

"I'm so sorry, I really can't recall anything unusual. I can't even confirm when I started to feel abnormal. It seems like it was when I sat in the cockpit, or maybe it was the moment the battle actually started. I...what the hell is wrong with me!?!"

Limore held his head in his hands in a state of collapse, and his voice trembled involuntarily.

As a proud man, even if he died in battle, Limore would not have acted so unruly. What truly frightened him the most was the feeling of being unknowingly transformed into someone else.

It was as if his own existence was being replaced by something else. He couldn't imagine how horrible things would happen if that state continued.

"I can only say that his memory may have been tampered with, but I can't find any traces. The other party is very likely a master of mind control." Khayang winked at Ivan, indicating that there was no trace of necromancy involved in this matter, and gave another related judgment.

"How skilled are you?" the black-haired boy narrowed his eyes and asked:

"If he's not lying, the other party might be the kind of master who can make people line up to jump off a building with a smile on his face." Ka Yang said the conclusion in a joking tone that made people laugh at all.

"Apply to speak." Little Q sat neatly on the chair and made the application in a very formal manner.

"Go ahead." Alvin nodded. He was also a little curious about what the awakened tower spirit would think about this.

"Sniff, smell, the smell on this gentleman might be a clue, over." Little Q gave his suggestion very concisely.

"You can try it." Without waiting for Limore's consent, Alvin agreed on his behalf.

It must be difficult for the other party to think normally in this state.

Sure enough, Limore continued to sit at the table with his head in his hands, while the scorching hound Xiao Q came to his side, and the grid-like breath capture devices on both sides of the crystal armor immediately started to work.

This device, which imitates the sense of smell of canines in nature, can capture even the most subtle odors remaining in the air and on the surface of objects, and then complete odor identification by comparing it with the records in its own database.

After collecting the samples, Xiao Q sat back in his seat. The magic conduction network under the crystal chip flickered and began to quickly compare the source of the remaining smell on Limore's body.

Without the presence of other people around, it automatically eliminates all the smells left by daily activities and focuses on the slight smell left after contact with people.

It was a sophisticated perception that encompassed the traces left by a simple action like a handshake. Collecting and analyzing this kind of information might be impossible for ordinary people, but it was within the capabilities of this magical mechanical dog equipped with various strange devices.

Soon, Xiao Q came to a preliminary conclusion.

"Answer: No trace of strangers remains within the 24-hour capture range. Over."

"What do you mean?" Diana frowned, and for a moment she didn't understand the reason why Xiao Q analyzed this information.

But soon, her brows relaxed, and she obviously understood why the other party did this.