Star Forge Titan

The third seal, the Seal of Iron, symbolizes the Iron Order, which demands the demons of Terror obey or face death. While it may seem unbelievable that a demon under the command of an evil god would obey this order, Terror and his demonic army do indeed adhere to Iron Military Discipline.

It was a horrific discipline that would not tolerate any violation, with the only punishment being beheading.

The most significant change brought about by this mark is that it completely changes the entire set of Despair Armor, which is completely beyond ordinary objects in terms of material and grade, becoming a magical equipment close to legendary level.

Moreover, during combat, as long as the wearer infuses magic power into it, the armor's defense will be further enhanced, and the specific increase will increase proportionally with the intensity of the infused magic power.

But this mark also has a price that must be paid, or an order that must be followed, that is, no acts that violate honor are allowed in battle, otherwise the armor will turn into a steel statue, imprisoning the wearer in place.

Really? Anyway, Ivan himself had never been imprisoned. At least, during that unrealistic fight in his dream, he had never experienced that kind of experience.

This isn't just something you say casually, is it?

Looking at Karlbant suspiciously, Ivan sighed.

"So, how did the armor appear before?"

"Uh, because I..." Karlbant shuddered but still told the reason honestly.

As a transit station for the transmission of Terror's power, he has established a certain degree of connection with the entire set of 'Triple Curse Deep Despair Armor' for this reason, so he can summon this set of armor directly to the battlefield across long distances.

At the same time, after the third power transmission, this armor has been stored in Karlbant's soul like a soul-made weapon. As long as his master has a thought, it can appear anytime and anywhere.

"In other words, I used the equipment given to me by the enemy to beat back his subordinates and even the enemy himself who later came to fight?"

"...You can say that." Although he felt that this was an extremely glorious feat, after hearing what Alvin said, Karlbant also felt a little strange.

But he thought again and realized that this was indeed the Majesty's style of doing things.

What's the point of a demon dying? What's the point of getting chopped down with an axe?

At best, the whole thing just resulted in the death of a great demon who had earned His dislike for retreating. He was able to witness a spectacular battle, and even personally experience the exhilaration of combat. How could he possibly be dissatisfied? Blessing!!!

Having said that, Alvin himself has complicated feelings about this matter.

In terms of the quality of the armor alone, the gold-silver alloy made of mithril and fine gold is strong enough, not to mention the powerful forces brought by the three brands.

But he still didn't plan to use this set of armor. Perhaps Ruier was not as dark as the other three evil gods. His recruitment was always open and aboveboard, with more money, more money, and more!

Until the chips piled up like a mountain, until the blessed ones finally joined his side, it was just like the endless war that Kongruiel loved most.

In addition, even if one only uses the equipment bestowed by Kongruiel to fight, the long-term practice of his bloody battle path will make one get closer to the Deep Hell Killing Heaven at the soul level.

In the end, he might even fall completely into it and be directly reincarnated as a demon prince, the one the Blood God trusts the most, because the two have too many similarities in their souls, just like close friends.

In the thousands of years of history of Palladio, almost all of the most powerful demon princes were born in this way.

In response to this, Alvin could only curse inwardly helplessly:

"damn thing."

Chapter 55: Commemorating the Dead

Apart from the cursed armor, which was stuffed into my pocket like "Auntie, you can't do that".

After that battle, Alvin's greatest gain was that he regained mastery of many skills that had originally only existed in his memory.

It's like a person who learned to ride a bicycle as a child. Although his memory of this has become very vague after decades, he suddenly learns to ride a bicycle again when faced with an emergency.

In addition, the last sword strike made him more aware of the new extraordinary fighting skills that he had vaguely mastered.

In other words, capture a hint of inspiration that is both there and not there.

It is not a simple and crude way of consuming magic power to create something like a light cannon or sword wind, but some more fundamental and complex power.

At the moment when the weapons of both sides collided, even the surrounding red cages generated by the skull-stealing ritual were torn apart, which already explains a lot.

Alvin recalled the settings of the Crimson Cage. It was a profound power that separated the area where the ceremony was held from the surrounding world after the ceremony began. It even involved concepts such as space and time.

Only a Great Mystery involving the divine realm, one crowned with the prefix "holy," could achieve such a thing. Of course, if the object involved was an evil deity, it would naturally be a blasphemous ritual.

Unfortunately, that sword move was the product of all the accumulation of the previous period of time that Alvin had released in an instant. It could not be reproduced in the short term. More accumulation and more research were needed to further improve this move in order to achieve the final fully formed state.

However, through this thinking, he found the direction to work towards.

Based on the information currently known, the most energy-saving type of attack that can tear through the space barrier is an attack with the same attribute power.

"What is this? Dimension Slash? It seems like I accidentally created something extraordinary." Alvin sighed lightly.

At this moment, two weeks have passed since the devil's arrival.

During this period, after the healer repeatedly checked and confirmed that her body was indeed fully recovered, Ai Ye finally left the healing center and returned to her daily life.

Although the alert level at the underground headquarters of the Rock of Truth remains high, the training of the magician program has resumed, and several important experiments in other areas cannot be suspended indefinitely.

Therefore, except for the security department of the New Era Institute and the Imperial Intelligence Agency who are still responsible for investigating the case, most people have returned to normal work.

Moreover, judging from the recent signs of the investigators' actions, they have probably ruled out other possibilities and are ready to classify this incident as a low-probability malicious incident caused by the accidental corruption of a mortal.

In a high-pressure work environment like the Maritim Rock Underground Research Headquarters, it is not completely incomprehensible that some psychologically fragile people would suddenly collapse.

Although such incidents have been rare over the past few hundred years, there have been similar cases.

But Alvin always felt that the matter was not as simple as the accidental fall of a mortal.

Whether it's the bewildered Rimore or the once unknown and even considered a good guy in the eyes of others, Gena Cohen, there seems to be an invisible black hand behind them, using these innocent people to achieve its own ulterior motives.

Even Alvin thought of the previous train robbery.

Through Catherine's channels, he learned that the "rare materials" carried on it belonged to the New Era Equipment Research Institute.

In other words, those who knew about the train secretly carrying rare materials included not only the senior management of the train transfer department but also researchers at the New Era Equipment Research Institute. However, this scope was still too large to be narrowed down to a specific individual or individuals.

After all, while that rare material was scarce, it wasn't as priceless as a flawless gemstone. Therefore, while the confidentiality level of the relevant information was high, it wasn't top secret, known only to a select few.

Standing in the charred laboratory, Alvin unsurprisingly did not find any useful clues.

It’s not surprising when you think about it. Nearly fourteen days, which is less than half a month, have passed. After such a long time, there are not even guards on duty at the scene except for the blockade.

Even though the search hadn't stopped and the site hadn't been cordoned off for repairs, the intelligence and security departments had already thoroughly searched the area, and any useful information had already been uncovered, allowing Catherine to review it directly.

It seems that the blockade here will be lifted in a while. Once the laboratory is renovated, no one will be able to tell that such a rare and vicious incident as summoning a demon has occurred here.

A faint golden light flashed in the black-haired boy's eyes, and the scene in the dim environment caught his eye.

The reason why Alvin came here was simply because he was unwilling to give up the investigation, but he did not hold out much hope of discovering any unexpected clues.

After being washed away by the fire and the aftermath of the skull-stealing ceremony, the entire laboratory had long been unrecognizable. Burn marks could be seen everywhere on the ground, and even the sturdy frame of the Truth Rock headquarters building was partially exposed, and the rooms connected to it on other floors could almost be seen.

"Sure enough, there's nothing." Alvin frowned.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching in the corridor and immediately retreated into the shadows.

In order to avoid alerting the mastermind behind the incident, he, Kayon, Catherine, Diana and others were all investigating the matter secretly, so it would be best not to be discovered by outsiders that they were alone at the scene of the incident.

Since the damaged laboratory hadn't been repaired yet, there was naturally no indoor lighting. Since Ivan himself was blessed with eyes that could see through darkness and illusions, this didn't affect him. However, others would obviously need to bring lighting equipment to see clearly, leaving him ample space to hide.

As the footsteps approached, a flickering beam of light slowly approached the burned laboratory.

The source of the light came from a lantern, which was not an ordinary oil lamp but a product of magical engineering.

Therefore, its shape is full of the style of early industrial technology, and it is even more bulky than an ordinary kerosene lamp.

The outer shell is made of gray tinplate and is cylindrical in shape. The front has a grid structure with large gaps on the surface. Through the gaps between the metal grids, you can see artificial magic crystals inlaid inside that look like transparent crystals.

This is both a small magic pool used to hold magic power and the lantern's light-emitting mechanism. A slightly bluish white light emanates from it, illuminating the limited conical area in front of the lantern.

Due to the size limitation of magic engines, most of the single-soldier portable magic equipment, including magic steam guns, are equipped with this kind of artificial crystal container that can store a certain amount of magic power to meet the magic power required to drive the magic machinery.

As a new-age research institute at the forefront of magical technology, the appearance of a lantern powered by magical engineering was not surprising. However, what surprised Ivan, who was hiding in the dark, was that the visitor was someone he knew.

The other person was not tall, even short, about twenty years old. She wore glasses that were a little too big on her young face, and combined with her short stature, she looked even younger than her actual age.

He was wearing a white robe typical of researchers, but there were no decorations on the chest or collar, and it was obvious that he was only an assistant researcher.

Meni Kaye...

Ivan narrowed his eyes and recalled the other person's name in his mind.

He and Diana had met each other once before during the terrorist attack caused by extreme naturalists. Similarly, that was also the first time he met Joseph Kerr.

But why would the other party appear here?

Doubts arose in his mind, and the young man standing in the darkness silently watched the short assistant researcher put down the magic lantern, and then placed the object in his other hand in front of the black and yellow blockade tape.

Then, she clasped her hands together, stood there, and began to pray silently, with faint traces of tears on her face.

Through the pale blue light of the lantern, he could see clearly what was placed on the ground.

It was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums used to commemorate the deceased.

Chapter 56 Feeling Guilty

Lind often commemorates the deceased by placing flowers and leaving lit candles on their graves.

The former expresses remembrance and remembrance, while the latter is a prayer that even after death, there will be light to illuminate the deceased's path to heaven.

When Alvin arrived earlier, he discovered that many bouquets of flowers had already been quietly placed outside the cordon at the laboratory entrance.

Next to the bouquets of flowers, there were also a large number of candles.

After so many days, the lit candles had long since gone out. Even so, the remaining candles piled up like candlesticks filled with dozens of candles in a church, layers upon layers of melted wax lumps blending together, looking like tears and sorrow that accidentally solidified as they flowed.

It seems that Mr. Gena Cohen's popularity is much better than imagined.

Even though he was judged to be a fallen person who summoned demons, many people still secretly offered flowers and candles, perhaps hoping that this would help his soul, which had fallen into hell or even been devoured by demons, return to the bright path to heaven.

Although they knew that this was just a legend, people still presented flowers and lit candles, silently commemorating the tragic death of their colleague in a way that was consistent with Linde's tradition.

This is consistent with the relevant information that the previous few people had inquired about. Mr. Cohen is a good man who likes to take care of the younger generations and has a very happy family.

Apart from occasionally complaining that the research plan was too long and the confidentiality agreement was too strict, which resulted in him not being able to go home for a long time, he had almost no complaints in both life and work.

He didn't look like someone who would fall from excessive pressure.

This is not right, this is not correct, Alvin muttered to himself.

Then his eyes fell on assistant researcher Miss Mayni, who came alone to present a bouquet of flowers.

As an assistant to the official researcher Joseph, this Miss Mayni seemed to know Gena Cohen, which made the black-haired boy suddenly suspicious.

Relying on the slightly cold bluish-white light of the magic lantern, Ivan saw Miss Mayne reach out and light the candle she brought with her.

An orange-yellow flame rose from the white candle, accompanied by the fragrance of the fragrant essential oil blended into it. The bean-sized flame barely illuminated the surrounding area, and also slightly dispelled the darkness lingering at the crime scene.

However, although the candlelight is bright, it makes the darkness farther away become deeper and darker than usual.

"Woo woo..." Raising her hand to turn off the lantern, Miss Maynie knelt in the candlelight and sobbed softly.

"Mr. Cohen, why... this is so strange. Summoning a demon is totally unlike you. It seems like just yesterday that we were all enjoying the tea you brewed yourself. Why, why is it you?"

Miss Mayne spoke to herself intermittently, and one could hear sadness and confusion in her words.

"Before, you said you wanted to finish the project quickly, so you could go back to Sri Lanka to visit your hometown, which you haven't been to for years, and go fishing in the river and camping in the woods with your family... Why, why on earth is this happening?"

Miss Mayne's voice was filled with confusion and sadness.

Two weeks ago, she lost a great colleague and a great friend.

Although the two sides did not have a relationship closer than colleagues or friends, at this moment, Menie Kaye was indeed sad for the death of Gena Cohen.

After a moment's thought, Ivan chose not to remain silent. He suddenly rushed through the darkness, the sound of the wind and the slight rustle of his clothes hitting the air causing Miss Mayne to let out a short scream.

Could it be that the space crack caused by the previous summoning ceremony was not completely sealed?

Could it be that some low-level demons have quietly entered the material world through the cracks that have not yet closed?

All kinds of horrible guesses made Miss Maynie panic quickly. She wanted to open the lantern in a panic, but then she realized that she should take out her wand first.

As a result, the lantern was knocked over by Miss Maynie and rolled into the darkness. The owner of the convenient dueling wand was too nervous and did not hold it tightly, so it fell directly to the ground in an extremely embarrassing way.

"Woo waa." Meni made an embarrassed sound.

Then she realized the candle was extinguished by the flowing air, and the surroundings instantly fell into complete darkness. Fear made her subconsciously hold her breath, but suddenly she heard footsteps behind her.

The sound came from far away, its frequency and rhythm very steady. At the same time, it was completely synchronized with her increasingly rapid heartbeat, bringing her unimaginable pressure.

Meni subconsciously wanted to lie on the ground and grope for her lost wand, but someone grabbed her collar and lifted her up.

The unknown existence in the darkness was so powerful that even just holding her collar made her feel almost suffocated.

Feeling the terrible pressure so close, Meni burst into tears, and suddenly heard a hoarse and low voice in her ear, as if the throat was burned by fire.

"Why..." The voice was filled with undisguised hatred and seemed somewhat familiar.