Star Forge Titan

Inside the cockpit, the boy's uncontrolled playing came to an abrupt halt, and his right hand, with a slightly trembling but unwavering posture, slowly raised up and pointed towards the sky.

The left eye was still lifeless, but the right eye suddenly burst into a golden radiation with the pupil as the center.

"Don't underestimate... us players!"

The moment the unruly roar was uttered, the raised fingers fell heavily, and a deep bass sound like the ringing of a big bell instantly rang out in the cockpit!

The uncontrolled disorder of the outside world [the power to reshape the world], in an instant, became like a huge army that finally received orders, and quickly gathered towards the Golden Knight - Disgulan at an incredible speed.

The overwhelming magical pressure disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the huge crystalline iceberg produced by the assimilation reaction quickly shattered into countless particles and scattered everywhere.

As if nothing had happened, the world returned to silence.

"Such an existence, huh, is not the largest one?" Alvin panted and leaned back in his chair. Although there was a smile on his face, there was an lingering shock in his eyes.

The memories from ancient times told him a lot, but the part he could understand immediately was relatively limited.

However, this gave the black-haired boy an essential understanding of the Divine Skeleton Framework.

Combat agent for suppressing the planet's surface—

Although it no longer has a defense module or an armament module, and only has the most basic power framework left, the essence of this thing is still a combat proxy for the planet's surface created by the Uranus civilization for the Omega warriors, the Titans.

Myths are not false. Could it be that the ancient gods were really pioneers who came from another world?

For a moment, Alvin was so shocked by this inference that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Unlike damaged or other types of Divine Skeleton Frames, this machine has enough power to impact the entire material world in terms of its integrity and ability limit.

To use past history as an analogy, this is like a nuclear bomb that suddenly appeared in the fourteenth century. It was not something that could be easily handed over to any kingdom or regime at that time.

Alvin was thinking intently. Driving this Golden Knight - Disgulan was an extreme behavior that required taking considerable risks even for him.

To be honest, he didn't have the ability to fully control this power at the moment. Just shutting down the runaway [Power to Reshape the World] made him feel exhausted.

According to the information fragments in the ancient memory, any adult Titan could use the power of the Golden Knight to quickly rebuild the defense module and other auxiliary modules at the moment the body was activated just now, allowing Disgulan to instantly return to its heyday tens of thousands of years ago.

Even without the assistance of any magical devices that Lind later installed, this machine could once again stand firmly on the earth as a combat weapon on the surface of the planet.

This is no longer a situation where simply leaving a backdoor is considered safe...

Alvin sighed secretly in his heart. Fortunately, because of the large-scale assimilation reaction that had just broken out, everyone else had evacuated to the Principle Crystal Courtyard. He still had relatively sufficient time to think of a solution.

Without being troubled by this problem for too long, the black-haired boy raised his hand and clenched it, mobilizing all his magic power that had been recovered in the short rest. The throne covered with metal pipes that he was leaning on also emitted a faint light.

Core talent [Reshaping the World] is activated, linked to: Golden Knight - Disgulan!

Alvin did not overestimate his own abilities and try to transform the entire machine. He simply referred to the relevant memories of his previous life and made some "minor" changes to the magic driving system that Linde later repaired.

A kind of lock that is difficult to detect and difficult to find even if the cockpit is disassembled appears silently inside the three-layer keyboard operating platform that is as complicated as an organ.

The relevant unlocking device not only requires a physical key, but also needs to verify whether the user's own magical characteristics are consistent with the recorded information.

He confidently logged his own magical characteristics into it, and Alvin also had an extra secret key in material form in his hand.

A small, inconspicuous, gold ring.

Chapter 123 Return to the Capital

Turn the ring, and the faint light in the cockpit will cast a beautiful text on the smooth metal surface outside.

"Ashnazgdurbatuluk, ashnazggimbatul."

Alvin suppressed his laughter and muttered the engraved contents silently. Inside the ring, there was another line of text with similar handwriting but completely different contents.

"ashnazgthrakatuluk,aghburzum-ishikrimpatul."

I sighed in my heart that I was probably the only one in this world who knew the meaning and recitation method of these two paragraphs.

As for why he, an average college student with excellent grades, knew Latin, it was naturally because he had casually tried to learn it while studying English for the college entrance examination. He didn't find it particularly difficult, just a bit challenging.

In this way, the security issues concerning Disgulan should be temporarily resolved.

However, Alvin himself was actually very clear that this experiment could not be called a success, and in a sense it was even closer to failure.

This combat proxy is obviously suitable for real Titans. For an immature bloodline inheritor like him, he cannot smoothly control the entire body with the abilities he currently possesses, and the power he can mobilize under normal circumstances is also very limited.

After all, the real purpose of this thing is not to sit in the cockpit that Lind added later and 'twist' the manual transmission or mind control.

According to the fragmentary information fragments conveyed from ancient memories, it is necessary to activate the "Giant God Form" at least to truly unleash the power of the God Skeleton Framework, or the "Planetary Surface Combat Agent".

But that didn't stop him from telling others that he had succeeded.

Otherwise, how can he further increase his voice in Linde?

At least until he found the hidden mastermind behind the scenes, Alvin had no intention of laying low and remaining a low-key nobody. Besides, he still had to find a way to "borrow" that flawless gem.

In addition, Alvin's goal has always been clear. While improving his own strength, he also wants to cause trouble, argue with, and make trouble for those guys who have bad intentions towards the world. If he can just chop off the heads of those bad guys, it would be even better.

Otherwise, how can one carry out his beliefs to the end after finally getting a new life through time travel?

Anyway, no matter in the game of his previous life or in the real Palladio now, he always disliked those guys. The two sides had too big a difference in values, and they had to fight to the death.

However, this experience also made Alvin aware of some abnormalities.

Even in a highly realistic, fully immersive game, why would it cause such a significant change in the will hidden deep in one's soul? The calmness and determination that seemed to come from having truly experienced a hundred years of battle was not something a student who had just graduated from college in 2025 could obtain.

After experiencing so many events, Alvin couldn't help but think about this question.

Perhaps, the answer to this question can only be obtained after meeting the ancient god of wisdom.

"Change of plan. Even if I have to run away with a bucket, I have to choose a big one..." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although the situation was still confusing, Ivan still muttered optimistically:

However, just as he was completing these tasks, the secret research base of the whale fall ruins outside was in complete chaos.

When the accident happened, everyone was a little panicked. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the Golden Knight - Disgulan stopped moving and the assimilation reaction stopped expanding.

Then they started talking a lot, obviously very curious about the abnormal behavior of the aircraft. Christina, the director, even flew directly to the cockpit.

Then, she saw a guy with slightly curly hair opening the door and walking out as if nothing had happened.

Even though he had experienced such a shocking change, even his robe was not wrinkled at all, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Director." Ivan greeted Christina with a smile, then scratched his cheek and asked embarrassedly:

"Uh, did I consider this a success or a failure?"

"..." Even though she had seen a lot and had been through many battles, Christina didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long while, she sighed and said:

"Forget it, as long as everyone is okay."

"Then..." Christina took a deep breath and shouted in a very unladylike manner.

"Go get a thorough checkup!"

Then, Alvin had no choice but to be carried away for examination by the medical staff on standby at the healing center.

Things ended somewhat anticlimactically.

However, the time for Lind's year-end military parade is getting closer.

The research institute was obviously prepared as well. A large amount of new equipment was loaded onto trucks and transported away. For this purpose, the underground headquarters of Truth Rock even activated the usually sealed super-large elevator to transport heavy equipment including magic mechas.

In addition, Ivan, who was kicked out of the healing center that afternoon because he was too healthy, even saw that the three giant soldiers were also sealed one by one and loaded into special transport carriages.

In addition, the technicians also packed and sealed the redesigned and repaired Staff of Destruction and arranged it into the same magic train with the three Giant God Soldiers.

"Hasn't this thing been tested yet?" Ivan asked curiously:

"Because it looks intimidating enough." Catherine, who was standing nearby and watching the same scene, couldn't help but answer in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Of course, the target of her satire was someone far away in the capital, Lutetia.

"Huh?" The unexpected answer made Alvin visibly stunned.

Then, when he came to his senses, the expression on his face became strange.

Diana looked at Catherine and then at Ivan, frowned and thought for a while, then she also showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Just like the thugs in downtown, no matter if they can fight or not, they at least carry a dagger to show that they are not to be messed with. Is that the logic?"

The silver-haired girl spoke at length, which was unusual for her.

"Ah..." The words were rough but the truth was there. Catherine widened her eyes and instinctively wanted to refute this statement that was somewhat derogatory to Lind.

But then, she realized that this seemed to be the essence of the matter, and she couldn't help but look a little discouraged.

"At least, the researcher said that the Rod of Destruction should theoretically work properly this time."

After saying this, the Duchess shook her head in disbelief. After all, that was what they had said before the last experiment.

"It's truly hilarious. The Central Empire of Linde has actually been reduced to using weapons that haven't even been tested to intimidate competitors. It sounds like a joke."

Because she was already very familiar with the two, the Duchess didn't care about her ladylike image at all and said some rather harsh words.

"This is politics, nothing special." Ivan shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"..." Diana looked back and forth at the two of them without expressing any opinion. She really didn't know much about this.

Let's get back to the point. As to why the three of them appeared here, it was naturally because they were about to serve as crew members and backup substitutes of the Colossi, and would go to the capital Lutetia with the three Colossi to participate in the year-end military parade.

In addition to them, other students who are participants in the same magician training program will also take this train back to Lutetia.

At that time, the cadets will drive the Iron Cavalry 1996 Modified Magical Mechas to form a formation and join the parade. In the name of the Armored Training Battalion, they will accept the inspection of His Majesty the Emperor and many Linde subjects.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Alvin frowned slightly.

To this day, the relevant departments have not yet released a final report on the death of formal researcher Joseph.

The only good news is that the innocent Miss Menie has been released, but she is obviously not suitable to continue this job, so Christina has approved her to get a very long vacation.

However, most people involved would rather not have such a long vacation and just hope that nothing had happened or that they could return to their normal life as soon as possible.

On the other hand, whether it was because the internal management of the institute was too strict, making it impossible to pass on information, or because they really didn't find any clues, Ka Yang and Xiao Q, who were secretly investigating, did not report any new information to Ivan and others.

The whole thing exudes an unsettling sense of disharmony, but right now, there seems to be no suitable reason for him to get involved again.

We can only wait until the Lind parade is over before making other plans.

But then again, the military parade seems to have become a little bit ridiculous to some extent.

As the prince of the Demon Kingdom Elrond, he would actually participate in the military parade held near the New Year as the driver of the Central Empire Lind's ultimate secret decisive weapon.

Even game screenwriters wouldn't dare to write something so outrageous, okay?

I can only say that reality is so much more magical than novels and games!

Chapter 124: Unwilling to Decay

A special magic train that requires two railway tracks to operate properly roared towards the capital, Lutetia.

On the three rows of special transport platforms behind the front of the vehicle, the surface of the huge transport covered by tarpaulin can vaguely see the majestic outline of the Giant God Soldier.

Meanwhile, inside Neuschwanstein Castle in the capital of Lutetia, Conrad, already tormented by daily government affairs and constantly scratching his head, suddenly paused. He looked down at his hand, stiff as if his neck was stuck, and slowly revealed an expression of disbelief.

Then, a scream was heard in the study, and His Majesty the Emperor rolled backwards onto the soft sofa, beginning to twist and turn violently like a maggot roasted on fire.

"I don't want to work! I don't want to work! I don't want to work!!!"

The Emperor kept muttering to himself, leaving Galar, who had rushed into the study to check the situation after hearing the strange cry, standing there dumbfounded.

"I don't want to sound snobbish, but you were screaming like a lamb being held down by a farmer just now. Was it because you didn't want to work?"

Putting down the heavy Lionheart Shield in his hand, the Guardian Knight, with eyes wide open, face flushed and breathing heavily, felt his head twitching, as if something inside was about to burst.

"Gallar, do you know how I've been getting through these past few days!?!" Conrad was the first to complain when faced with the questioning from his childhood best friend and captain of the guard.

"I have to work at least six hours a day, which doesn't leave enough time for me to write scripts! And, and..." His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Central Empire showed a very embarrassed expression, just like some gay men who covered their buttocks to see a proctologist.

"What? Do you have hemorrhoids?"

He was clearly the second son of a noble family. Although he could not directly inherit the title, he had received a complete education in aristocratic etiquette. However, when he saw Conrad's expression at the moment, Galar shouted "hemorrhoids" like a crude soldier.

Perhaps this is the real-life version of "birds of a feather flock together."

"Vulgar words!" said the pitch-black ink bottle.

Oh, I was wrong. It was His Majesty Emperor Conrad who glared at Galar with dissatisfaction, and then his expression became even more miserable.

"Actually, it's even worse than that. Just now, I found myself actually...actually..." Conrad raised his hand to support his forehead, his face seemed to be wearing a mask of pain, full of bitterness.

"What happened?" Seeing him like this, Galar couldn't help but feel nervous.