Star Forge Titan

At the same time, the light from the outside world escaped freely through the hatch and shone through the open entrance onto the girl's extremely delicate facial features and glowing silver hair, making her look just like the goddess Aphrodite in the paintings of the great artist, as beautiful as a sculpture or a painting.

The corners of Ivan's mouth rose unconsciously, and he extended his hand to Diana who was still sitting inside.

The silver-haired girl curled her lips. This simple action made her look unexpectedly childish. Then she held Ivan's hand and jumped up lightly. Diana's slender figure landed lightly outside.

Looking back at the broken state of her body, the girl's straight and heroic eyebrows raised, and then she glared at Ivan fiercely.

The latter shrugged helplessly and spread his hands in an apologetic gesture.

So Diana gave up the idea of ​​kicking Ivan off her body.

At this moment, Catherine's elongated cry came from below.

"Diana, are you okay?"

The silver-haired girl then noticed that quite a few students had gathered below. They were all shouting and yelling over the match that had just happened, which was so fast that it was almost impossible to see, and so exciting that it was almost impossible to breathe. Among them were the faint screams of girls confessing their love. Uh, although the person they were confessing their love to was Diana...

Although Diana didn't pay attention to what her classmates were shouting, she still raised her arms and waved to Catherine and others, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

In short, at this moment the young students had forgotten about the competition and were simply cheering for their classmates' excellent performance.

Even Christina couldn't help but sigh.

“Young people today are really amazing.”

Chapter 98: Calm

Christina, who watched the entire game from beginning to end, is now very happy.

Although the format of the competition saw a huge change, it also allowed her to confirm who the two most promising players were among the seven qualifying players.

As the person present who was most familiar with the performance of the Iron Cavalry 1886 Modified, Christina was fully aware of the significance of what had just happened on the training ground.

In fact, the performance of other students already made her feel very good. After all, they had only been training for about half a month.

In addition to computer-based practical classes, students also have a variety of theoretical classes. As extraordinary people, their daily training cannot be stopped.

In this state, being able to make the body run smoothly can already be considered as "hard work".

But the most feared thing in everything is comparison. Compared with ordinary students, the two young men in the final one-on-one duel have obviously reached another completely different level.

Relying on the relatively imperfect control system at present, they can make the bulky magic mechas perform such flexible movements, even with a small number of people against a large number of people, and forcibly change the competition mode from group confrontation to a brutal elimination, where one person eliminates the whole group...

In short, the development of the situation up to now has fully demonstrated the incredible talent of the two in driving magical vehicles.

Perhaps this is the realm of genius.

As a person who has reached the fourth level and obtained the title of Crown Mage, Christina is not unfamiliar with this field, because she herself entered it early on, otherwise she would not have become the fourth-level transcendent she is now.

In addition, their use of the body is indeed very different from that of others.

Both Ivan and Diana have realized the biggest difference between controlling magic mechas in battle and ordinary battles.

That is fearlessness of consumption, or more precisely, damage control, which is completely different from physical combat.

"Wow, this is really tragic."

Looking back at the two machines that had become tattered, Christina, as the director, felt pleased with their performance, but also couldn't help but frown.

She didn't feel bad about the two experimental mass-produced machines. Compared with the expected real extraordinary-purpose magic mecha, the Iron Cavalry 1886, even the improved Iron Cavalry 1886·Kai, to this crown wizard from the Carolingian royal family, it was essentially no different from a large beaker.

They are all consumable experimental equipment.

What really surprised her was the two men's rational calculations on how to ensure that the loss of the machine could be exchanged for a greater chance of winning.

It's as accurate as a difference engine...

Christina sighed in her heart.

Having said that, in the eyes of the director of the New Era Research Institute, a truly qualified mass-produced magical vehicle for extraordinary people, in addition to the basic feature of being able to be mass-produced, must also have better versatility, and it would be best if it could adapt to various terrains by replacing parts.

Moreover, the more crucial point is that the magic mecha should not simply transmit the extraordinary person's own magic power and professional talents.

Allowing the driver to cast magic while sitting in the cockpit is only the most basic requirement; being able to automatically amplify the power of the spell is the truly ideal state.

Although, now the extraordinary people in the magic sequence can indeed strengthen the spells they cast by resonating with the magic engine installed in the body.

But this will inevitably take up most of their attention, so that during combat they must reduce or even stop all other actions, concentrate their attention and maintain focus on casting spells in order to complete the construction and release of spells.

In this way, the advantages of the magic mecha in defense, mobility, etc. will be greatly reduced, and it is far from the expected ideal state.

If Alvin knew what Director Christina was thinking now, he would probably understand why the model that was officially mass-produced was not the 'Iron Cavalry 1886', but the 'Guardian 1' multi-purpose transformable magic mecha that he was more familiar with.

In addition to its greater versatility and environmental permeability, the latter also allows the driver to release spells or job abilities enhanced by the magic engine without having to expend too much energy maintaining concentration.

That is what can be called a perfect magical mecha dedicated to extraordinary people.

Christina thought so.

At the same time, she thought of another plan, which was to further strengthen the coordination between the machine and the driver based on the magic mecha, and to prepare a special customized machine almost exclusively for elite extraordinary pilots.

After all, not everyone can join the top-secret plan he is responsible for. Other pilots who cannot exert their full strength with ordinary machines also need special machines that can match them.

And that is the Heraldry Machine.

While the New Era Institute was carrying out its various plans in full swing, undercurrents were also surging in Lutetia, the capital of Lind.

With the arrival of the Paladins of the Temple of Knowledge, the city seems to have become more peaceful than before.

Although the white-haired, red-eyed paladins have not yet found any conclusive evidence about the cultists.

But no matter whether they were the evil people at the bottom of society making a living in the streets or the nobles and celebrities who went to social places such as dances and dinners to talk and have fun, they all vaguely felt the change in the atmosphere in the city.

Those are subtle changes that gradually emerge from various small details that we would not notice or even perceive in the past.

Perhaps it was the factory workers who were more silent than usual, or the increasingly rare stray animals on the streets, or perhaps it was just the cheapest prostitutes in the outer city leaning against the painted wooden door that indicated their profession, lamenting that there seemed to be fewer customers recently than usual and that life was becoming increasingly difficult.

In short, outside the gates of heaven, in the various factories scattered throughout the lower town of Lutetia, something was slowly fermenting like dough kneaded with yeast, and what was brewing from it was obviously not something beautiful that could be baked into sweet bread.

Rather, it is a dark thing that was born after absorbing a large amount of sadness, fear, despair, numbness, etc.

However, even in the darkest places, you can occasionally see some light.

In the Marilyn Orphanage, the gray-haired Mother Teresa was sitting in a rocking chair, basking in the warm midday sun and enjoying her rare leisure time.

Most of the children in the orphanage were taking a nap, and the others were sent to the newly opened primary technical school to learn literacy and crafts.

Although primary schools only taught common things such as calculation or simple carpentry besides writing and reading, it was still enough for students to become relatively well-paid skilled workers after graduation.

Therefore, almost every child who has the opportunity to enter primary school will study very hard.

Especially those inner-city kids who had experienced street life, they tended to work harder than others, and the same was true for the kids who came out of Marilyn's orphanage.

In the yard, the leaves were rustling in the wind, and the elderly always have a shallow sleep, so Sister Teresa, who had just fallen asleep not long ago, slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the warm sunshine in the quiet courtyard, and recalling the silver-haired girl who finally left the courtyard and walked towards her own future, the old woman couldn't help but reveal a smile that was as wrinkled as a tangerine but exceptionally bright.

I wonder if Diana is doing well now?

I guess I must be happier than before.

Chapter 99: Small Improvements

"If I remember correctly, I seem to be an alchemist."

Ivan, who was called into a workshop, rubbed his chin with his fingers and muttered to himself in a strange tone.

Now, three days have passed since the previous chaotic selection. Most of the students have recovered from their enthusiastic emotions and returned to the learning state. They have even become more motivated than before under someone's stimulation.

In contrast, Ivan and his partners' investigation into Joseph's murder has reached a deadlock.

Whether it was the scorching hound Xiao Q who secretly followed the suspicious person, or Khayang who secretly tried various undead spells to use "cheating" methods to solve the case, neither of them gained anything.

Diana's life as a prince among girls continued, but apart from an increasing number of unsigned love letters, she seemed to have gained nothing.

As for Mr. Rimoire de Maupassant, the man who had to call Aunt Catherine Aunt Catherine, whose reputation and reputation finally subsided over time, he had planned to write a letter to tell his family the whole story.

Although sophisticated hallucinogenic spells will not leave easily detectable traces, making it difficult for the person involved to prove to others that he or she is under control, parents will always believe in their children.

Besides, their family at least has a distinguished marquis. If they use the family's power, at least the relevant departments responsible for investigating this matter can pay more attention to it.

Of course, they didn't know yet that the Paladins from the Temple of Knowledge had already entered the country. Otherwise, Ivan would have definitely suggested to Catherine that they make an exception and allow them to enter the underground headquarters.

Those demon experts will not be easily fooled by the superficial "smoke bombs". They will definitely dig deep to the bottom and pull out the mastermind who is hiding somewhere, and let him enjoy a holy water sun bath, just like they did to the Vampire King in the plot of the previous life game.

Well, this is generally the treatment of vampires, but most dark creatures are indeed more "sensitive" to the positive energy in the sunlight. That is, the skin will be sunburned to the point of redness and blisters, or even the kind of "dude, you're on fire" feeling.

But why make the suggestion to Catherine?

In fact, after spending a long time together, everyone, especially Ivan and Diana who had driven a certain emperor, could naturally see some clues or little secrets of the royal family.

Just like when several cardinal ministers really encounter a difficult matter, they often consider going to Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Loire who may be studying and working in a department first, rather than His Majesty the Emperor who is happily singing opera excerpts on the balcony of Neuschwanstein Castle.

Since the Carolingian royal family themselves don't care, as a vassal, we might as well just pretend we didn't see it.

As for why Alvin made that sigh before, it was naturally because he was called by the magic mecha development department to help with this matter as an "intern" in a sense.

After all, he had the title of 'the genius boy who turned Iron Cavalry 1886 into Iron Cavalry 1886 Kai', and his academic performance was among the best, so it was not surprising that he was treated like this.

However, when Alvin heard that the wizard from the development department wanted him to make some suggestions on the existing machines as a pilot, he couldn't help but feel a little weird.

Well, as an outstanding alchemist of the Genoa School of Molten Metal, and a wizard student who is familiar with the driving methods of the Iron Cavalry 1886·Kai, he does have some small suggestions.

"Tear down the cockpit."

Standing in the exclusive workshop of the Magical Robot Development Department, Alvin pointed to the platform where all the external armor had been removed, leaving only the internal mechanical frame of the Iron Cavalry 1886 Modified, and made the above statement without hesitation.

Everyone was stunned when they heard his words, but Christina, who was sitting on a chair next to him with her short legs dangling, had her eyes lit up.

"Young man, what new ideas do you have?"

"It's not really a novelty, but I just feel the 1886's operation is too complicated." Ivan continued casually while looking at the disassembled magic mecha in front of him:

"The reason the first batch of students in the Mage Program were able to master basic piloting techniques within fifteen days was because they were all geniuses. However, Linde couldn't possibly build an army solely based on geniuses. After all, we are humans, not the silver races like the elves of Eternal Island, the dragonborn of the Great Wild Forest, or the many angelic tribes in the upper planes."

"Well, I don't think those beings need magical mechas to assist in combat." One researcher couldn't help but grumble:

"That's not necessarily true. What if the magic mechas can allow them to exert 200% of their strength?" Alvin said casually.

"Haha, if there really is such a magic mecha, please let me see it." The others chuckled.

"Well, there will always be one." Alvin didn't care and just shrugged as if joking.

As a time traveler who knew part of the future, he could actually say this with confidence, but others would just treat it as a joke and forget about it.

Christina, who only looks twelve years old but is actually someone else's aunt (grandmother), narrowed her eyes slightly.

The existing mass-produced magic mechas can indeed not allow the Silver Race to exert 200% of its strength, but the specially customized emblem machines may not be able to do this.

As for the Giant God Soldier, its essence may be that it came out of mythology. With its own strength alone, it can easily surpass all the silver races that occasionally appear in the world. Even the legendary dragons or other golden races may not be able to win.

However, this information is not something that ordinary researchers can know.

On the other hand, although they didn't understand why the cockpit had to be dismantled, in view of several previous experiences, the researchers of the Magical Mecha Development Department still directed the engineers to control the dismantling device and remove the cockpit of the Iron Cavalry 1886 modified on the platform, which was specially used for experiments.

"Bring some crystal screens. I have some ideas that I need to try out." Alvin was not vague and went over directly with the toolbox.

If he could use the power of [Reshaping the World], he naturally wouldn't need these tools, but it's inconvenient now.

Holding a screw between two fingers and turning it outward, Alvin began to fix the crystal screens next to it inside the cockpit.

Gradually, the other researchers also realized something. They all showed slightly surprised expressions, and some even took the initiative to help with magic and alchemy.

Soon, with the help of magic, Alvin and several researchers who came to help filled almost two-thirds of the space inside the cockpit with crystal screens that could display images. In particular, the direction facing the pilot was now completely occupied by crystal screens pieced together.

"Without changing the basic structure of the cockpit, this is the best we can do right now, but it's enough to verify the idea." Ivan clapped his hands and continued in a relaxed tone:

"Debug it and then put it back and try it."

Every researcher who can enter the underground headquarters of the New Era Institute at Zhenli Rock is definitely the best elite in the relevant field, and some are even leaders in their disciplines.

As for the difference between the two, Catherine once half-jokingly said that the level of researchers in the institute is basically inversely proportional to the amount of hair on their heads.

Therefore, since Alvin has already achieved this, the completely bald old scholars and half-bald young geniuses mentioned by the Duchesses naturally fully understood his ideas.

Without any further explanation, they came forward and started debugging and installing, each of them as excited as a big boy who had just received a new toy.

At this time, Christina suddenly walked up to Ivan.

"Young man, would you like to see a magical mecha that can unleash 200% of its pilot's power?"

The director, who looks like a twelve-year-old girl, is now smiling like a little fox who has stolen an old hen, so cunning.

"Is there really such a thing?" Ivan raised his eyebrows and asked in a strange tone: