Star Forge Titan

Moreover, although their work attitude is as rigorous as ever among scholars and researchers, their speed of action reveals a desire to "leave as soon as possible".

Obviously no one is a fool. They all know the danger of this machine. Even with the director's order, they don't want to stay here for too long.

There wasn't even a mobile pier on site, and Ivan himself was taken by Christina to the cockpit near the head of the aircraft.

At this moment, he was wearing a different tight-fitting driving suit from the one he wore when piloting Unit 03, Bekas. Instead, he was wearing a relatively more complex white robe, the structure of which was somewhat similar to the vestments of high-ranking temple priests, or the toga, the traditional clothing of the ancient empire.

The white robe, which possesses excellent protective capabilities, is intricately designed. The exquisite light golden patterns on the surface of the white cloth are not simply decorations, but represent protective enchantments with different functions.

Rather than saying that this is a driving suit made with modern magic technology, it is better to say that this is simply a set of extremely expensive and out-of-stock high-end wizard robes.

At the same time, what Ivan wore on his head was not a fully enclosed helmet, but a golden ring of the same color as the body.

Compared to the crowns worn by emperors, dukes and other nobles on formal occasions such as ceremonies, this ring does not have many luxurious gemstone decorations, but its structure is no simpler than the former.

The entire golden circle is composed of a complex structure with a large number of runes engraved on the surface, which looks like thin strips of metal spliced ​​side by side.

Moreover, those structures would rise and fall on their own, much like the dynamic spectrograms that represented the changing tempo of an early music player.

This attire made the already tall and handsome young man even more solemn. He looked like a young wizard proficient in magic, or a young priest with a noble temperament. He also vaguely resembled the marble sculptures enshrined in the temple.

When the two came to the neck of the machine, Christina released the activation spell with her folding fan-shaped staff.

The outline of the hatch suddenly appeared on the almost completely integrated surface armor, and those lines seemed to float out of liquid metal. There was no trace of them before.

As the hatch opened automatically, revealing the dark and deep passage inside, Alvin knew it was time for him to enter.

Just before he actually walked into the passage, Christina's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"One last confirmation. Do you really want to try to activate this machine?"

"Oh, yes." Alvin said without looking back, and walked into the passage.

He seemed to faintly hear a sigh before the hatch closed, but it didn't matter anymore.

The call from the distant past became stronger and stronger, and Alvin almost sleepwalked through the passage to the cockpit.

Unlike the modern cockpit of Unit 03, Bekas, which was filled with buttons and switches, the cockpit of the Golden Knight Disgran exudes a stunning fantasy style.

Three rows of distinct black and white piano keys make up the entire operating console, with a row of staggered pedals underneath. Countless metal pipes connect the driver's seat backrest, making the driver's seat look like a throne while reminding people of another complex structure.

The world's largest musical instrument, the pipe organ, can only be erected inside a tall sacred temple. It is so huge that it needs to be integrated with the building and must be pre-designed and integrated into the temple at the beginning of its construction. Its structure is so complex that it even requires a steam engine to drive it!

"...Is it too late for me to regret now? Does this machine really require such an exaggerated driving method?"

Ivan raised his hand and turned on the old-fashioned magic communicator with a brass phonograph speaker next to him, and asked Christina directly.

"Ha, so you also feel regret? Well, don't worry, that's just a keyboard for debugging. Actual driving will still be done through mind synchronization technology. The only thing you need to worry about is resisting the assimilation reaction that may occur at any time."

Christina's voice came out from the old magic communicator, it was a little sharp and distorted, sounding more like a young child's voice than usual.

"There should be a backup manual in the cockpit. You can take a quick look at it before the experiment officially begins."

"Well, I hope everything goes well." Alvin shook his head helplessly.

The operating platform was beyond his imagination, which made him more serious and solemn.

Sitting on the driver's seat that looked like a throne seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism. The fluctuating golden ring above his head suddenly floated up by itself, and then the fluctuating metal strips changed from the initial upward change to the two ends at the same time, and also tilted outward to form a circle of changing structure similar to a halo above Ivan's head.

In addition, unlike Unit 03, Bekas does not use mechanical devices to fix the pilot.

Circles of translucent force fields with lines outlined by luminous runes lit up from the armrests of the driver's seat, fixing Ivan's body to the seat in a very stable manner. At the same time, it would not affect his activities required to operate the body.

After confirming again and again that it would not affect the operation, Alvin groped for the driver's seat.

Sure enough, he found an instruction manual with yellowed paper in the secret compartment of the armrest.

"Could this be... something from thirty years ago?" Alvin opened his eyes wide and looked at the line of date numbers printed below the title of confidential document on the first page of the instruction manual, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's better than nothing." The young man muttered as he sat upright in the driver's seat that looked like a throne with a golden ring floating above his head, and began to flip through the yellowed old manuscript in his hand.

But Alvin's attention was not actually completely focused on the manuscript. It seemed that something was communicating with him in the dark.

When Christina gave the order to start the experiment, it felt like a light being turned on, instantly turning from dark to bright.

"forever……"

what?

Ivan's eyes were unfocused, but his mind was more focused than ever before. Even the azure crystal hidden between his eyebrows emerged automatically, and long, thin rays of light like meteors kept streaking through the crystal.

"Eternal wrath! Exterminate pure colors!"

The roar from the ancient times almost shattered the world!

Countless gigantic humanoid figures with intense flames wrapped around their bodies can be vaguely seen, shouting loudly in the dark universe dotted with stars.

Then, a voice so cold that it reminded people of an electronic sound came to my ears.

The sound came from a crimson sphere reminiscent of the sun, within which surged a seemingly endless power.

[Dimensional Chaos Algorithm activated, the Lord of Infinite War is online. It is an honor to fight with you, respected Omega-level warriors.]

A feeling of astonishment surged in his heart, but in an instant Alvin realized that these were not real images and sounds, but a huge piece of information coming from the other side of time.

It was like a torrent rushing into the depths of his consciousness, allowing him to feel for the first time what it meant to be—

Assimilation reaction!

Chapter 121 Ordinary People

Under the steel city of Vulcan, a shocking change is quietly taking place.

As night fell, a light drizzle began to fall in Lutetia, the capital of Lind.

In the urban area, the falling rain washed the solid brick ground much cleaner than before. Even the gas lamp covers on the roadside, which had been blackened due to being lit for a long time, seemed to become slightly brighter after being washed by the rain.

But in the downwind downtown area, which is dotted with factories, the rain, carrying with it the smoke rising from the chimneys, did not make the poorly maintained roads any cleaner. Instead, the rain made the area appear even more muddy and filthy than usual.

Downtown, Marilyn Orphanage.

Sister Teresa sat by the window. Although night had fallen, the light of the kerosene lamp still allowed her to do some handicrafts.

Although the younger children still needed care, thanks to Diana's leadership, the older children were very conscientious and ran around all day, doing simple odd jobs like selling newspapers.

This inevitably causes them to bump into things, but for children in the downtown area, the minor injuries are not a big deal and can be forgotten by licking them with saliva. But if their clothes are torn, that would be a real problem.

Although their clothes were already full of patches and a few more tears wouldn't devalue them much, it would still be a lot of work just to mend them.

The older children, who already work hard, often prick their fingers before getting a few stitches.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mother Theresa took over these tedious jobs that did not require much strength. After she had driven the children, big and small, to bed like chickens, she would sit by the window and help with some mending work. Occasionally, she would also mend clothes for the single workers or small vendors living nearby. She would not charge even half a copper crown for this, and just regarded it as a favor.

The people around also remembered the kindness of this nun, and whenever they had time, they would visit her every now and then to see if she needed any help.

Poverty does not equate to moral corruption. Even cheap kindness is commendable kindness.

After finally threading the thin thread through the needle hole, Sister Theresa rubbed her sore eyes and decided to continue with her work.

At this moment, as if some invisible force was secretly influencing, the slightly cold wind of the rainy night blew in through the not-so-tight window gaps on the second floor of the orphanage, just in time to extinguish the light of the kerosene lamp.

"This naughty wind is even more naughty than Diana's when she was a child." Mother Theresa muttered with a smile and was about to get up to get a match to relight the kerosene lamp.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear vaguely a large group of people walking in the dark street outside.

They chanted incoherent prayers, and other than that, there was no other sound as they marched. Even their footsteps were as uniform as a machine working as one, and they deliberately avoided any window that let in even the slightest bit of light.

Mother Teresa stopped moving to stand up, even though she had lived in this area for nearly forty years and had almost completely turned into an ordinary old woman in an orphanage.

But before this, she had at least completed her training as a nun at the Temple of Light. Even if she only believed in Jupiter, the God of Light, she at least had some knowledge of the public information of other Orthodox churches. However, neither the major faiths prevalent in Linde nor the mainstream Orthodox faiths of other surrounding countries had such a practice of praying in the dark.

The most important thing is that they took the initiative to avoid the attention of others, and even chose rainy nights when there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

Behaviors that go against common sense often hide the devil's tricks.

Recalling the folk proverb, Sister Teresa calmly put down the things in her hands and quietly sat back by the window.

She wanted to try to hear what those people were saying.

Then, of course, I would contact the sisters and brothers in the Temple of Light and tell them about this bizarre incident that made them feel a chill down their spine.

Although Theresa Momo's eyesight was not very good due to her old age and it took her a long time to thread a needle when Diana was not around, her ears were as good as when she was young.

With the night wind, a rustling sound like insects crawling could be heard. The old lady squinted her eyes and tried to make out the meaning, but she couldn't hear it clearly, so she had to keep moving closer to the window.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of a door opening downstairs, and the parade marching in the dark stopped at the intersection not far from the orphanage.

Sister Teresa felt a chill in her heart, but the bad thing she had expected did not happen. She could even hear the soft sound of a door being locked again downstairs.

However, her eyes, which were no longer very useful, saw a few small figures walking along the dim alley without street lights, blending directly into the parade shrouded in the night, and then

He walked in the same orderly pace as everyone else, chanting incoherent prayers, all the way to the factory area with chimneys in the distance.

What's going on?

Sister Theresa stood up and walked to the window in confusion.

In the rainy night that was darker than usual, there was no sign of the parade any longer, and an indelible shadow was cast over her heart. However, given her age, it was impossible for her to follow them in the rain.

Sister Teresa tried hard to calm her anxiety. She did not sleep all night. Just before sunrise, she heard the slight noises of the children who had sneaked out at night returning to the orphanage.

If she hadn't accidentally noticed this, she might not have noticed those insignificant sounds at all.

In the dim light of the day, Sister Teresa recognized the children who had left last night.

"Frank, little Julian, Anaïs...why are they all kids who worked in the factory district?"

As she pondered this, the nun, who was over fifty years old, could not help but cast a suspicious look at the thick chimneys that rose high into the sky.

For some reason, at this moment she felt that those tall buildings were like twisted and elongated tombstones, symbolizing the terrifying death, or some other terrifying things that would bring death.

No, we can’t just sit back and watch!

Sister Teresa clenched her hands around her, and her eyes, which had become increasingly cloudy due to age, flashed with a bright light like fire.

On the surface, Mother Teresa prepared a simple but sufficient breakfast for the children as usual. She then put on the nun's hat to cover her pale white hair and walked out with a normal expression.

She must act, and the people in the downtown area must act, even if it is just to protect themselves and their families, everyone must act!

Looking at the old man who had parked his magic car and was waiting at the intersection with a bouquet of flowers, Sister Theresa pursed her lips and quickened her pace like she had in her youth for the first time in a long time.

Chapter 122 Golden Ring

Under the Steel City of Vulcan, in the Crystal Courtyard.

The alarm rang throughout the black dome, and everyone evacuated quickly, even Christina, the crown mage, did not stop.

Because they saw that the golden machine standing in the center of the crystal courtyard was now emitting terrifying signs similar to those recorded thirty years ago.

Along with this, there was also the magical radiation that swayed like the aurora due to the extremely high concentration of mana, the basic unit of magic.

At the same time, the star furnace in the chest of the machine, operating at full capacity, also released an extremely dazzling red light. Even through the armor, the magical brilliance that penetrated the body could be seen, as if a red gem was embedded in the center of the breastplate.

The next moment, a large-scale assimilation catastrophe occurred rapidly.

Dark crystals that were blue to black appeared out of thin air, and an "iceberg" immediately appeared where the prototype of the Giant God Soldier was located. The material that made up this iceberg was all extremely solid magic crystals!

With the Golden Knight Disgulan as the center, the crystalline matter was like the air that was instantly frozen at the moment of the explosion, condensing into a circle of sharp-edged exploding crystal mountains surrounding the prototype of the Giant God Soldier.

but--!

His fingers subconsciously flew across the three-layer black and white keyboard engraved with different runes.

The magnificent music sounded in the cockpit, and the sound of the piano turned into a soul-shaking melody, constantly transmitting to the distance.

Assimilation reaction. Although this was a debuff that would often appear in the game of his previous life as long as he drove for a long time, it was an experience that Alvin had never experienced again since he traveled through time.

The almost pitch-black dark golden magic light continued to flow towards the golden ring floating above the boy's head. The rectangular metals that kept changing their lengths outward seemed to feel the external pressure, and the amplitude of the changes became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that they were about to move completely inward.

At this moment, Alvin no longer had the time to pay attention to the various warnings, link information, and permission applications that popped up in the system. He focused all his attention on one thing, trying not to lose consciousness completely.

In an instant, a flaming orange-red color burst out from the ends of the boy's originally pure black hair, as if a crown of flames appeared under the golden ring.

The oval-shaped azure crystal between the eyebrows also lit up with dazzling light, just like a huge star that suddenly flashed in the dark midnight.

On a spiritual level, the powerful presence of the Giant God Soldier and the memories from ancient times stored within the framework of the God's Skeleton seem to be swallowing up the relatively tiny "Knight". This is the essence of the assimilation reaction and the most dangerous part that the driver needs to face.

However, when the star-like light flashed, the latter's presence increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a continuous experience of more than a hundred years, each time with the ability to destroy the world. Even if it was once false, it can still be transformed into a real savior soul.

At the spiritual level of idealism, the boundary between reality and virtuality becomes extremely ambiguous.

It seems that just a change of thought can change the world!