Star Forge Titan

It was a pitch-black crack that stretched wildly across space like a leafless dead tree.

In front of the crack, there was a dried-up corpse burned by flames.

Just as Alvin noticed the corpse, the corpse, which was as shriveled as a dead tree, suddenly opened its eyes, a pair of terrifying eyes emitting a strange dark green luster.

Those eyes had the devil's characteristic rectangular pupils, continuously releasing undisguised malice.

"Aha, look where this is?"

The corpse let out a hoarse laugh while slowly raising half of its body, its eyeballs moving rapidly in different directions, giving people an extremely strange and distorted feeling.

In addition, the mummy's skinny muscles, which had been scorched and dried by the flames, now expanded rapidly like a balloon that was filled with a large amount of gas. Even the skeleton wrapped in skin and flesh was undergoing the same changes.

Soon, the charred and shriveled body of the mummy became more than two meters tall. Its skin quickly turned red and hot as if it was filled with blood, and two curved sharp horns grew directly on its head.

What was even more incredible was that a two-handed sword actually grew outward from the palm of its right hand.

As if finally waking up, the mummy, no, the container transformed by the demon soul stretched out, and all the joints in its body made a series of crackling sounds.

Then, clamping the two-handed sword that grew from its own flesh and blood on its shoulders, the demon container shouted out the world it was in with a hungry tone.

"Material World! Palladia! Here I come!"

Chapter 46: Meeting Fellow Villagers

"Be careful! There's something wrong with that guy!"

While spitting out blood, Kayang shouted at the top of his lungs:

Earlier, when they had just entered the laboratory, they saw an assistant researcher who had had contact with Limore cutting his wrists with a crazy look on his face and drawing a complicated and strange magic circle on the ground with his own blood.

After being broken, the opponent did not panic. Instead, he laughed like a madman and activated the magic circle directly, shouting "I want to go home!"

Then, he forced the entire blasphemous ritual forward at the cost of his own life, completing the entire process in a very short time to achieve the ultimate goal.

The two, unable to disrupt the ritual due to the disparity in power, were shocked and enraged when they discovered the Fallen had created a spatial rift connecting to Hell. Unfortunately, despite their utmost efforts to seal the rift, they ultimately failed due to the relentless onslaught of the unknown higher-level demons on the other side.

So, this is what happened when Alvin came in.

"Little Q, take them away!"

Ivan's voice was more solemn than ever before. He understood the consequences of this ritual better than Khayon, and he could even see the true rank of the demon possessed in front of him.

Demons that can possess humans through spatial rifts with their own souls are at least high-level demons with powerful soul power. These monsters who have mastered various evil arts and experienced hundreds of years of battle are far from comparable to the lower-level demons with brutal nature and bloodthirsty instincts.

Compared with the former, the latter is at best a ferocious and violent beast that does not even have complete thinking ability.

Even among powerful higher-level demons, there are individual differences. The strongest are naturally the Great Demons, who are the pinnacle of their rise from lower-level demons and blessed by the Four Gods, and the Demon Princes, who are fallen mortals who undergo countless blasphemous rituals and are ultimately blessed and elevated to demons.

Although they all act indirectly in the material world by manipulating containers made of mortal bodies, the gap between ordinary high-level demons and demon princes and great demons is like the gap between ordinary game players and world champions. Even if both parties choose the same game character, the strength they display is vastly different.

In addition, the champion of the human world may become a fishmongering idiot in twenty years, but the Great Demon and the Demon Prince will only become more powerful than before with the passage of time.

Therefore, what makes mortals despair the most about these monsters is often not their strength, but the rich experience accumulated over a long period of time.

You know, even if a human killer can live to old age and retire, he can quickly kill seven strong men who are much younger than himself with an ordinary pencil.

As for a demon prince who has lived for who knows how many years, this kind of monster that never ages will not only train its physical strength to the extreme, but also use its "experience" to a degree that mortals can hardly imagine.

The skills that ordinary people spend their entire lives to master, high-level demons may have learned hundreds of years ago, and even further sublimated them to an incredible level over the past hundred years.

At the same time, demons who believe in different evil gods are good at different areas. For example, the Terror Demon from the Killing Heaven of Deep Hell is naturally familiar with the killing skills that are most directly related to war.

Even an ordinary low-level Terror Demon who has just tamed his animal nature for a hundred years can use the superb swordsmanship that only human sword masters can master through long-term training, not to mention the demon princes and big demons who have survived for who knows how many years.

At this moment, the possessed demon soul that appeared in front of Alvin came from a big demon.

The magical pressure and strong smell of blood emanating from the other party made him confirm this at the first moment.

The most important thing is that he knows this guy.

"The smell of burning is still so good."

As it chuckled, the flames and the free magic in the environment screamed and converged on the monster. At the same time, it continued to transform the body of the fallen, making it more suitable for accommodating its own power.

A healthy soul resides in a healthy body and a healthy spirit. The soul and body of ordinary mortals are highly unified, but the soul of a high-level demon is completely different from this.

Therefore, after completing the initial possession, the demons will use the flesh and blood of mortals as materials and their own souls as molds, and then use blood, death, and various blasphemous powers to ignite the "furnace" fire, forcing the occupied container to constantly distort in order to adapt to their own demon souls that are different from mortals.

Eventually, the possessed body will continue to move closer to the demon's true body in hell, until the two are almost completely synchronized. Then the possessed demon will be able to fully unleash its power and unleash a terrible bloody storm in the material world.

At this moment, the possessed demon who had initially completed the transformation of the container did not stop the Scorching Hound from taking the injured Khayon and the seriously injured and unconscious Limore away.

This was not only because the container had not yet been completely transformed, but also because the unknown demon's entire attention was now focused on the young man in front of him.

Though a mere human being, he exuded the distinctly murderous aura of a veteran who had weathered a century of war. It was a scent as subtle as dried blood, yet it persisted. It was like a streak of bright red mingling with water, impossible to ignore, no matter how faint it appeared.

In fact, even the chosen champion blessed by the Blood God does not necessarily possess such a calm and deep murderous intent like the sea.

"mortal……"

An extremely rare thing happened. The possessed demon's hideous and terrifying face revealed a somewhat confused expression.

"Are you a believer in our Lord?"

"?" Ivan, who had completely not expected this situation, was stunned for a moment, and then he subconsciously retorted.

"Are you full from all that burnt stew in the blood pool? Why would you ask such a stupid question?"

"?" The possessed demon widened his eyes.

"Bloody hell!" It rolled its eyes and cursed unhappily.

This guy even knew that lower-level demons would secretly stew meat in the high-temperature blood pool of Slaughter Heaven, and yet he still claimed that he wasn't a follower of the Blood God, my father?!

At this moment, the possessed demon suddenly noticed a short figure who was shrinking back and trying to hide behind Ivan.

The next moment, its eyes suddenly widened with such force that it seemed to pop its eyeballs out of their sockets.

"Kalbant?" the possessed demon whispered uncertainly.

The way the devil judges different individuals mainly relies on identifying the fluctuations of their souls.

Therefore, although Karbant, who had titles such as "Bloody Wings", "Brass Beheader", and "Three-Headed Dog Shepherd" that were extremely glorious in the eyes of the Terror Demon, had now turned into a soft white goat with two short legs and a furry body, he was still recognized by his old fellow countryman at a glance.

The possessed demon looked back and forth between the little white sheep, who was frozen in place, and the small axe in Alvin's hand.

Then, it actually hugged its stomach, bent its whole body and fell to the ground, rolling around and laughing loudly.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, you bastard, Karbant, hahahaha, after not seeing you for decades, you've become this shameful. The great 'Bloody Wings', 'Brass Beheader', and 'Three-Headed Dog Shepherd' are now sealed in such a cute little axe chicken."

The possessed demon, which was pounding the ground crazily and was of insane size, even stuttered when speaking, but it still couldn't stop laughing.

"Bloody God, hahahahahaha, I, ah hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe!"

After saying that, a possessed demon over two meters tall instantly appeared in front of Alvin.

At some point, the wild laughter that continuously echoed in the room began to take on a hint of brutality.

And the two-handed sword that grew out of the twisted flesh and blood swung down from above with a whistling sound and a bloody smell.

In an instant, murderous intent appeared!

Chapter 47: Beheading Game

Anger, sweeter than a drop of honey, rises like smoke from every mortal's chest.

And when anger rises from the demon's soul, it burns like a raging fire that cannot be extinguished.

"Blood God, look at me!" As the two-handed sword fell, the possessed demon let out a roar that resounded through the sky.

Ding!

Unexpectedly, the two-handed sword that could easily chop off a mortal's head was blocked by a small hand axe.

Then, maintaining the materialized appearance of a little goat, Karlbant jumped directly onto the opponent's face, stretched out his hands and tore the skin of the possessed demon with all his strength, while still shouting curses.

"Angridius, you despicable bastard, you deserve to be spitted upon by His Majesty the Blood God!"

"To defeat the strong with the weak and to employ clever tactics is also a battle recognized by my God!"

The demon named Angridius dodged and opened his mouth to bite the Kalbant that jumped on his face. Like the demon, he bit hard and shouted back:

"Loser, have you forgotten? It was me who was the first to gain His Majesty's approval! It was also me who successfully ascended to the demonic realm before you!"

Hearing these words, Karlbant, who was using his four hooves to support the upper and lower jaws of the demon and fighting against its fangs, immediately screamed in anger.

"Angridius! I will throw your skull into the deepest, smelliest, filthy ditch of the Brass Fortress, so that even the weakest and most despicable maggots can build a nest and reproduce in your skull!"

While uttering these harsh words, Karlbant hardened his heart, raised his head high, and used the horns on his head to hit Angridius's sharp incisors, which were close at hand, with a brutal headbutt!

The result was that Karlbant's head was bleeding and Angridius's front teeth were broken!

Even a demon couldn't laugh at such a brutal, mutually destructive attack, let alone the stern-faced young man holding an axe, always ready to find an opportunity to chop off its head.

One man, one demon and another demon started fighting.

In fact, although Kongruiel rejects and hates things like magic and conspiracy, when they are actually used on the battlefield, he and the demons under his command actually don't care.

But in the final analysis, what makes this evil god most happy is the most direct bloody fighting in the endless war!

Direct and straightforward, without any delay, the clanging sound of steel colliding with steel, the scarlet beauty of blood and sparks dancing together, that is what the Blood God Kongriel loves most.

As long as the warriors fight hard and strive for honor with their own strength without any external intervention, they will receive generous applause and rewards from Kongriel.

Compared to the Demon Vanguard who has been sealed for many years, Angridius, the Terror Demon who has long become a great demon, obviously possesses more powerful evil power.

Even in the midst of combat, the vessel he possessed continued to undergo visible distortions and changes. Of course, the possessing demon's transformation of the vessel wasn't random; after all, growing eight legs at once didn't necessarily guarantee a powerful fighter.

In fact, Angridius's transformation of the container was based on the various levels of demons in the demon army under Terror's command.

The first body it completed was modeled after a low-level demon vampire. Although this monster was not of high rank, it was very agile and adept at using cold weapons such as two-handed swords, vortex swords, and axes. It also had a pair of natural claws that could easily tear through plate armor.

Incidentally, players nicknamed these low-level demons "After-school Ghosts," because they ran really fast, just like kids rushing home to watch cartoons after school.

In addition, Alvin could tell at a glance that this guy was a great demon, not only because he mastered advanced evil magic that was usually only known to great demons, but also because of this guy's iconic debut lines.

He had heard the phrase "Material world! I'm back!" countless times in his previous life.

As a great demon who had just completed his ascension to demondom within the past century, Angridius was more enthusiastic about invading the material world than other great demons of the Horril. After all, starting a bloody battle here would greatly please the Horril.

Therefore, nearly three-tenths of the demon invasion incidents in the Rise of Nations version are directly or indirectly related to him.

Later, the players even dug up ancient legends about him before he ascended to demon status, and even the contents recorded on the worn parchment were full of blood and killing.

In short, this is an extremely evil person whose crimes cannot be forgiven even if he dies a hundred times!

Ivan's eyes instantly became extremely sharp. Even when he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he would firmly say no to injustice and inaccuracy. What's more, at this moment, he actually held the heavy power called strength.

Evil must be killed. If others don’t kill them, I will do it!

Although this is just a fictional statement in a period novel, he is now willing to put it into practice!

Ivan launched a powerful kick, and although it was easily blocked by the opponent due to his rich experience, it still created some distance between the two sides.

"Hey, young man, why not take a look around."

Angridius struggled to throw the bleeding Calbant aside, then smiled grimly at the black-haired boy in front of him, revealing his sharp white teeth mixed with bright red blood.

"You are doomed!"

After hearing the devil's words, Alvin didn't even turn his head. Facing the big devil, even if it was only a part of its possessed soul, he couldn't let his guard down at all.

So, he just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Then, Alvin discovered that at some point, the raging fire in the surrounding environment was replaced by a layer of red flames as thin as paper.

Although this flame also swayed like a flame, it was essentially more like a wall, completely separating this place from the outside world. People could not see the scene behind the flame at all, and all they could see was a dazzling red light.

"This is..." Alvin's expression became more and more solemn.

"Hehe, it seems you know it very well." Angridius laughed and raised his hands.

The body of the possessed demon grew larger and larger, becoming stronger and more twisted than before. It roared and began to chant prayers that were extremely sacred to them.

"By the Blood God, in accordance with the eighth sacred rule of the Burning Book, the Tome of War, I, Angridius, winner of the one hundred and thirty-second skull-snatching ceremony, participant in the bloody battle of the Peloponnese, and executioner who beheaded 888 warriors in one battle."

"This time, in the sacred skull-grabbing ceremony and the sublime decapitation contest, the skull of the defeated will be presented to you once again to adorn the eight holy walls of the great brass rampart, which will shine forever!"

The flames danced wildly all around, and even the heads of both sides were covered with a layer of red light.

With his back to this horrific scene, Angridius shouted in an extremely fanatical tone:

"Only the victor can escape this crimson cage!"