Star Forge Titan

Isn’t the logic of this explanation super smooth?

Thinking this half-jokingly, Alvin's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and then he fell into a deep sleep again.

Chapter 52: The Third Brand

Dark world.

A lonely figure walks in the dark environment.

Various terrifying and murderous howls kept coming from all around, like a group of blood-thirsty beasts lurking in the darkness, waiting to devour their prey.

He looked down at his skinny arms. They were a pair of mortal hands, belonging to the mortal who seemed to have nothing but stubbornness before he traveled through time.

The unexpected situation made Ivan's face a little confused. At this moment, the hoarse or sharp growls around him suddenly became closer.

But in an instant, the confusion on the boy's face was swept away, replaced by an extremely sharp look. He slowly raised his head and cast his gaze in all directions like a spear.

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched his fist. As he slowly clenched his fist, his originally frail mortal body changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His bones were as if coated with multiple layers of metal, revealing a strong luster like ceramic, and then became as bright as mithril. His muscles expanded and contracted, like steel that was continuously forged under a hammer, becoming stronger with each second.

The sound of the heartbeat changed from a weak single note to a strong harmony, and the breathing seemed extremely long, as if it was taking a century to inhale and exhale the atmosphere of the entire planet.

When his five fingers were completely closed, the moment Alvin raised his head, he once again completed the rapid transformation from a mortal to an angel of death and a demigod on earth.

The power of the magical secret ritual acts on the whole body, and the genetic genes of higher beings radiate endless radiation in the soul.

Just like a raging sun leaping into the sky, the ends of his black hair ignited with orange-red light, like a young man wearing a crown of flames, his entire body emitting light and heat filled with destructive aura.

The flame ignited deep within the soul spread out from the pair of golden eyes blessed by the gods, carrying with it a purifying power as powerful as a storm.

The darkness that enveloped the lightless world was forcibly dispelled, and the hideous and terrifying beasts screamed as they were exposed to the bright light like the sun. The weak among them were directly ignited and turned into burning candles, kneeling on the ground. The black smoke from the burning flesh and blood rose straight up, and the relatively strong ones also let out angry roars of being burned.

There were no screams or retreats. The beasts from the darkness roared and rushed towards the young man who was emitting infinite light and heat like the sun, trying to completely extinguish this disgusting light and let darkness cover the world again.

"Bloodleters, blood hounds, horn crushers, bloodthirsty butchers, berserkers... Ha, it's quite complete." Alvin was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed at the beast-like Terror Demons, calling out their names one by one.

He scratched his head, and his nails that could tear through metal created a few sparks on his skin that was difficult to be hurt by swords. At the same time, the boy's expression became strange.

"What kind of weird dream is this? The low-level units of the Terror Riel Army are all gathered together, and their size is almost the same as that of an entire Advent Legion."

Such a strange place, no matter how I think about it, I must be dreaming. As for why there are so many units of the Terror Demon Army, it is probably because I just chopped off the head of a possessed demon before falling asleep, and it was a big demon level.

What you think about during the day you dream about at night. This situation is not completely incomprehensible.

Thinking of this, Alvin hooked his finger at the demon army rushing towards him.

"Come on, let's fight together. Is it just that I didn't enjoy the fight before? Well, the last substitute doesn't count. That guy is simply cheating." With a curse, the fiery red sword leaped out of the void and was firmly grasped in Alvin's hand.

Since I'm dreaming, it's normal for me to pull out my usual weapons out of thin air, right?

With this thought, a line of golden celestial language appeared on the red crystal-clear blade of Burning Justice: "Holy! Holy! Holy! Forged in the name of God, you are innocent!" (SANCTUS! SANCTUS! SANCTUS! CASTIN THE NAME OF GOD, YENOTGUITY)

Then, the wrath of heaven rose from the sword!

Flames entwine! Swords radiate light!

"The first one!" As he said that, Alvin cut the bloodletter who was rushing in the front in half with one sword.

Although it was only a low-level demon, its vitality was still as strong as that of a demon. It had clearly said goodbye to its lower body, but the other half of its body flying in the air could still move. It even laughed wildly and waved the sword in its hand, trying to chop off the enemy's head.

!

For some reason, even though he was just a low-level vampire, Alvin suddenly felt his neck twitch subconsciously.

Damn it, could it be because that bastard who played for me before was so cruel that he left some psychological trauma?

While thinking this, Alvin grabbed the Crusher heavy pistol from the void and fired a self-propelled gem bomb without even looking.

The bullet made of unstable element crystals drilled into the mouth of the vampire who was not yet dead, and followed its sharp teeth that could chew raw bones and relatively soft upper jaw, all the way to the inside of the long skull with a good-looking brain capacity.

Then, with a bang, the head with the devil's curved horns was blown into a rotten watermelon.

The left hand fired with a roar, and the right hand slashed with a sword.

The rushing army of Terror Demons was like rolling waves hitting reefs. Every one of them was smashed into pieces on the huge rock that was so hard that it was unreasonable. Their bodies were in a mess and even their mothers could not recognize them, if they had mothers.

The falling fist landed accurately on the smooth surface between the two curved horns of the vampire, hammering its ugly head into the collapsed chest.

At the same time, Alvin casually swung his sword and performed an esophageal dilation operation on another bloody hound beside the low-level demon, and also used the holy fire of heaven to sterilize and disinfect it.

That’s not all. The burning sword blade was lifted up, creating an air vent for the dog from its head to its stomach like cutting up a fish, allowing its foul-smelling stomach to breathe.

Moreover, the heavy pistol held in the other hand of the black-haired boy did not rest either. It was just like the finger that a teacher in the advanced mathematics class extends when calling on students to answer questions. Wherever he pointed, the demons there would push and shove each other to make way for a large space.

But what good would that do? When they finally managed to dodge the gun and pounce close, that damn heavy pistol would magically appear in the mouths of these "naughty babies," like a spoon used by a clever mother to feed her child, and then...

"Bang! "

The world immediately became a little quieter than the previous second.

Fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight.

Fists, bullets, swords and even soles of shoes!

Ivan thought he was in a dream and felt that he had unlimited physical strength. Although this level of battle would not possibly exhaust his physical strength in reality, the black-haired boy was like an emotionless meat grinder, standing in the center of the Terror Demon Army that was surging like a tide, mechanically and continuously turning the meat grinder's handle, chopping all the demons that approached into bloody, non-combustible garbage.

However, there were so many demon swarms coming one after another that there was no fear in their eyes at all. Instead, there was only excitement and enthusiasm that could not be concealed. They were just like die-hard fans who rushed over to their idols and knelt down to beg for a handshake after seeing them.

To the extent that, Alvin later had to step on the guy he had killed earlier, which increased the altitude of his position.

Soon, the demons rushing over from behind had to complete a climb before they could shake hands with the "idol", and Ivan, who was killing the demons, also began to look down at these crazy guys.

A sword pierced through two demons, and the red heavenly flames formed by the high concentration of positive energy roasted them and made them scream. Alvin kicked the two burning guys away from the sword with a bored look on his face. At the same time, he used the Crusher heavy pistol to open a hole in the head of the vampire who pounced on him from behind, which was convenient for inspiration to flow in.

The subsequent explosion caused by the gem bomb caused a burst of inspiration in the opponent's brain, and his brain matter and circuits all flew out at once.

After an unknown amount of time, Ivan's surroundings suddenly lit up, and he realized that the endless demons had vanished without a trace. The previously pitch-black world was now stained crimson by the setting sun on the distant horizon, just like the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet, where blood flowed freely.

"Is that all?" Alvin scratched his head, and then found that he had a set of familiar armor on his body.

It was a set of heavy armor with a red background and gold edges. Its appearance was extremely hideous and terrifying, yet it was filled with an undeniable powerful and violent aesthetic.

It's just a set of armor, but it makes people feel as if they are facing a huge fortress, a steel fortress that can move and can never be conquered!

A pair of brass horns were fixed on top of the helmet like a devil. The horns stood straight up with almost no curvature, looking like two sharp spears or something else.

The armor is also covered with long and short spikes and protrusions all over, making this set of equipment exude an aura as sharp and ferocious as a sword from head to toe.

The asymmetrical shoulder armor design further exacerbates this chilling and distorted style.

Especially the right shoulder armor shaped like a demon skull, with a pair of tall, curved horns slanting towards the sky, and the sharp teeth with jagged edges of the skull below slowly opening, as if the victim was not completely lost and was still wailing until this moment.

If you look closely, you will find that not only the teeth, but every detail of the skull is portrayed vividly, as if the flesh and blood were stripped off the head of a demon and then plated with a layer of brass.

No, isn't this the Armor of Deep Despair?

and many more……

Alvin suddenly realized something and slowly lowered his head to look down at his feet.

In the pool of scarlet blood, a very familiar red brand was clearly reflected on the front of the breastplate.

A triangle with a horizontal line and a symbol resembling the letter V appeared on the right shoulder armor, located right between the demon's brows. Furthermore, beneath the brand, a name was written in some kind of scarlet paint: Angridius.

Before Alvin could continue to be astonished, he discovered that there was a third brand on the surface of this armor!?!

The third brand was located on the relatively plain-looking left shoulder armor, adorned with a ring of rivets. It was also a gleaming golden brass color, prominently printed on the front of the armor, complementing the first brand on the chest, making it immediately noticeable to everyone.

NMD! WSM?

Ivan slapped his forehead one after another, and the scarlet gauntlets and the red helmet with brass decorations on the edges collided with each other, making a dull "bang bang bang" sound.

Is this ever going to end! Is this ever going to end! Is this paraplegic kobold like you from the Middle East? Do you have so much power that you don't know where to use it? Is this ever going to end? Is this ever going to end!!!!

Do you really intend to collect eight as a set, thirteen as a set, and force this casually made full-body armor into the 'Armor of Deep Despair' set? Or the kind with the thirteenth curse prefix?

Oh, if you look closely, you will see that the armor is no longer made of ordinary iron.

The first two curses brought different powers, but the power brought by the third blessing or curse actually forcibly transformed the original ordinary steel armor material into expensive and luxurious but extremely defensive mithril alloy steel. It was also the kind of gold-silver alloy that was forged by adding a large amount of mithril and refined gold, and had both magic resistance and physical resistance. It was the most luxurious gold-silver alloy in terms of cost alone.

You know, the most valuable thing about casting this alloy is not the high cost brought by the rare materials, but the top-secret technology required to perfectly fuse the two rare metals into a stronger material!

I think only those hellish blacksmiths who were chosen by the evil gods after their corruption, and the masters who are regarded as national treasures in the dwarf kingdom can do such a thing.

But it is easy to get things but difficult to repay debts. This blatant way of throwing money around makes Alvin unhappy and at the same time feel powerless.

Finally, he had no choice but to stomp hard in anger, with such force that the eyes of the demons in the pile of corpses below, whether dead or not, almost popped out.

At this moment, a pulling force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the scene in his field of vision quickly receded. When Alvin came to his senses, he found himself in a palace that was nearly a hundred meters high.

The surrounding area is decorated with two rows of thick brass pillars that stretch straight into the distance, almost to the point of no end. Sculptures on them depict different wars in a wild style. The messy lines and crazy limbs make people wonder whether the artist who carved these pillars has mania or drank more than half a ton of dwarven liquor before carving.

Looking forward along the brass pillar, what caught the eye was a brass skull seat inlaid with countless skulls. A giant-like figure was sitting quietly on the skull seat, supporting his chin with one hand.

Everything above his head was shrouded in inextricable shadow, making it impossible to discern his features. However, his armor was particularly conspicuous due to the blood-red setting sun shining through from outside the palace.

The armor was covered with cracks of all sizes, and one could vaguely see a human figure, seemingly very small due to the distance, clinging to the armor and repairing it. At the same time, following the cracks, one could see several wounds that had been forcibly sealed with molten brass and iron.

Judging from the outline, the most serious one was caused by a terrifyingly large spear. To mortals, it was a huge penetrating wound that looked like a tunnel. Following closely behind it was a dense area of ​​scarlet lightning marks that looked like forked branches, left behind by a powerful lightning strike.

The palace is filled with war reliefs and the brass skull base is inlaid with the skulls of a large number of powerful warriors. The identity of the person in front of us is about to be revealed.

"Do you have to be so exaggerated? I was just dreaming..." Alvin scratched his cheek with a wry smile. He was no longer sure whether he was really dreaming.

At the same time, he finally figured out a problem, that is, why the substitute player he faced before was so powerful!

Fuck, so cool...

The evil god slumped on the brass skull throne let out a low laugh, then slowly raised his right hand and pointed it at the black-haired boy who was standing in the palace but seemed to feel no pressure and was standing firmly in place without kneeling.

The terrifying pressure emanating from this war palace will turn the fear in the hearts of those who enter into it into a heavy burden, and it will not dissipate until the other party completely surrenders.

Therefore, the boy's expression of indifference in front of him could only mean one thing.

He is fearless!

Just when the evil god with an approving look on his face was about to do something, a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the sky outside, followed by the sound of heavy horse hooves getting closer and closer.

Alvin suddenly felt the world in front of him become blurry, and vaguely seemed to hear curses similar to dog barking.

Finally, when the scene in front of him turned dark again, Alvin found himself walking on a small path.

There was a small white figure squatting in front of him. When he walked closer, he saw a pair of curved sheep horns on the other person's head, and it seemed that it was holding something and gnawing on it.

In the darkness around, one could faintly hear whispers.

"Hunting our own kind..."

"No blood, no tears..."

"Bringing fear..."

"I can't die at the hands of this guy..."

"That is the most unacceptable way to die..."

“It’s this…”

"That's it!"

Ivan's brows furrowed slowly, and then he saw the figure suddenly turn his head to look at him. The familiar lamb's face was stained with blood, and in his arms was a familiar head, a head belonging to the great demon Angridius!

Karbant?

As the name emerged in his mind, Alvin also heard the whispers reverently calling out the other party's new name.

"The demonic ram that merged with the battle axe, once the demon vanguard, now brings about a vicious death..."

"Nerukigart!!!"

Alvin:

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Chapter 53: Innocent Dead

"What the hell is a chainsaw sheep!"

With those last laughable whispers, this bizarre dream finally subsided.

Alvin opened his eyes with a strange expression, and as expected, what caught his eye was a completely unfamiliar white ceiling.

This is a single ward in the Healing Institute, the medical department of the Zhenliyan underground headquarters. The white walls, white ceiling and white curtains give the whole room a slightly cold and clean feel.

Outside the window in the distance, you can see green bushes illuminated by the sunlight and birds chirping on the branches.