Star Forge Titan

For a full second, the armor that had originally shone with dazzling gold like a symbol of invincibility actually revealed a grayish-white color that only appeared when magic power was unable to recharge in time.

Surprising, shocking, terrifying.

Just like witnessing a scene that violates common sense, everyone who sees this scene will naturally feel awe.

But Alvin was not surprised at all because he had already guessed who had launched the attack.

A cold and sharp smile appeared on the black-haired boy's face.

"Want to die? You old bastard who just survived the Human-Demon War!"

Chapter 150 Bloody Sunset

Although the abilities of the extraordinary people of this generation in the world of Palladia vary greatly from school to school, there is still a clear thread in the promotion process.

From level one to level three, at the three lower levels of disciple, recipient of gift, and practitioner, extraordinary people need to work hard to awaken their own unique soul power.

After reaching the fourth-level crown wearer, this entire level is used to tap the soul energy to the extreme.

In this case, what is the fifth level known as the 'perfect man' and 'perfect one'?

The answer is miracle.

Unfettered, close to the miracle of absolute freedom.

Its specific manifestation in the material world is an ultra-high-density soul energy aggregate with a radius of thirty meters!

The soul energy filled with countless possibilities is like a blood-red setting sun, hanging silently and majestically in the sky.

Unparalleled magical pressure poured out. Although the blood-red light ball was not exaggerated compared to the Giant God Soldier, and was not even half the size of the other party, it was this round of setting sun that, with a simple and rough collision, knocked the latter back more than hundreds of meters.

The scene was as exaggerated as if an adult was hit by a basketball and thrown backwards more than 50 meters.

Although the scene before his eyes was so incredible, Alvin, who was sitting in the cockpit of the Golden Knight Disgulan, did not feel any surprise.

Even if the body is extremely weak, even if its own complete circulation is broken, even if the vitality is lost to the near-death state where only one tenth or even one hundredth of it remains.

That, after all, is a fifth-level being, a perfect person, an extraordinary being who has reached the pinnacle of the material world.

At this point, all the clues can be connected.

Including the plague that quietly spread in the factory area, the youth magic car competition that infiltrated the cultists, and even a series of shocking changes in the distant steel city of Vulcan.

All the seemingly unrelated anomalies that broke out at similar times have answers. Even the accidentally stolen Colossus Unit 03 should be a foreshadowing of one of the conspiracies.

Ultimately, they are all serving the same goal or the same plan, or even serving a certain person.

That is Prince Louis Carolingian, a former member of the Carolingian royal family who has been in seclusion for decades since the end of the last Human-Demon War!

There was no need to use words to reason and force the other party to question him. At this moment, Alvin had already figured out the reasons for everything.

Just imagine, a transcendent person who knows that he will die quickly if he uses his power, so he stays in seclusion for decades and is obviously extremely resistant to the outcome of death.

Why on earth would he suddenly use all his strength, including his soul power, so blatantly and without restraint?

There is only one answer, he has found a way to escape death.

When we consider that all the recent events are closely related to evil gods, the conclusion is obvious.

In this gamble initiated by the evil god, the heaviest weight in any sense, which is the loyalty offered by one or more of the beings at the same time, was finally thrown onto the table without hesitation.

In order to remain immortal and to continue his life, Louis Carolingian, dubbed the "Butcher Prince" for his bloody deeds during the war, betrayed his family name, his race, his homeland, and even the entire material world, choosing to bow down and worship the evil god, just to prolong his life full of blood and killing.

The price of this selfish desire will be borne by countless innocent people throughout Lutetia who are completely unaware of it.

The mysteries of Elrond's Angel of Death and the various enhancements bestowed upon him by the Extraordinary Occupation allowed Alvin to complete the above-mentioned entire thinking process in less than a second.

What surged into my heart was not any other emotion, but pure and extreme anger!

As if echoing each other, violent primitive magic rushed through the body of the young Titan descendant, and the chest of the Giant God Soldier wearing dazzling golden armor also emitted the roar of the engine running at its extreme limit.

The secret treasure discovered in the ancient times - the Star Furnace burned, crushing and melting matter, releasing an unimaginable amount of magic power, making the armor of the Golden Knight Disgulan, which had been slightly dimmed by the previous collision, shine like a burning flame again.

"Want to die? You old bastard who just survived the Human-Demon War!"

With an angry roar, the Giant God's five fingers, which could easily crush stones into powder, quickly closed together and clenched into a fist without any gap.

[Divine Wrath] activated! Magic power increased!

This is——the real fist!!!

Without any hesitation, Alvin directly controlled the Giant God Soldier to unleash all the magic power he could mobilize in an instant, and stimulated the power of the body to the extreme he could currently achieve.

The towering metal mechanical giant roared and punched out. At this moment, even the darkest night before dawn seemed to be dispelled by it. The huge force it wielded tore through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistle. The special armor that was infused with magic power to the limit burst into a dazzling brilliance, illuminating a large area of ​​the sky near the perfect city - Lutetia.

It was like a golden meteor rising upstream from the ground, streaking across the sky and whistling towards the blood-red sun hanging high in the sky!

And within the bright blood-red sun, countless blurry human figures danced and wailed like bloody ghosts. They were like bound efforts, entwined and wrapped around the surface of Louis Carolingian's old and shriveled body, as if he were a "blood armor of dead souls" formed by the souls of all the victims who died in the war.

Faced with the huge iron fist that was big enough to cover his entire body, the old and decrepit prince simply raised his right hand.

Just like the sun half-high in the sky, the blood-red ball of light in the air quickly twisted and deformed, and a distorted, abstract, roaring human face emerged from the surface of the red ball of light, and was then forcibly calmed down by another force.

Soon, a huge arm that seemed to be covered in blood with blood flowing on its surface stretched out from the inside of the light ball. Its five fingers were like the claws of the devil, and each of them had sharp nails like a scimitar, and was covered with bright red thorns that seemed to be made of solidified blood.

The blood-red arm covered the sky and the sun, and the five sharp fingers at the end quickly clenched into another equally huge fist.

So, fist to fist!

boom! ! !

With the two confronting people as the center, the air exploded in an instant, quickly turning into hemispherical transparent ripples that spread rapidly in all directions.

The smoke and broken rocks on the ground were blown away, forming a circular air wave as high as ten meters, which continued to advance towards the periphery, like a sudden sandstorm, making the world, which was already shrouded in darkness before sunrise, even more gloomy.

The huge blood-red light ball, which already had a radius of more than 30 meters, became even larger after extending an arm. Tens of thousands of blood-red wronged souls wailed and flew around, forming a blood-red giant of astonishing size with the body of the butcher Prince Louis Carolingian as the core.

At the same time, in the cockpit of the Golden Knight Disgulan, Ivan, whose forehead was bleeding due to the unprecedented recoil, could not help but mutter to himself:

"Can you finally hold back and unfold it? This is the Soul Realm, unique to those who have reached the fifth level of perfection!"

Chapter 151: Stay Angry

The simplest and most direct way to deal with a giant individual is to become similar to its size.

And any fifth-level transcendent can do this easily.

Because they have absolute spirit.

The advancement of a transcendent requires a continuous deepening of their understanding of the world and themselves. This can also be understood as the two ultimate goals of many transcendents, studying magic and tempering themselves.

Then, the perfecter who reaches the fifth level is the ultimate winner who achieves these two ultimate goals at the same time.

The power born from the fully awakened and controlled self is the power of the soul and the sharpness of the will that have been tempered to perfection. It is the spiritual light that blooms with the heart as the wick.

With this as the foundation, the world can be reflected in it, and then reverse erosion can be carried out to cover the soul realm of the mortal world.

After that, I am the center of the world, and I use my individuality to achieve a whole that is above the individual, and build a kingdom of one person, surpassing the limits of magic, and allowing the miracle flower that is separated from the objective reality outside the material world to bloom freely in the mundane world!

Of course, even if a Transcendent reaches the fifth level, they haven't completely escaped the realm of mortals. They aren't truly omnipotent like gods, and the reason for this is that their understanding of the world determines the limits of their abilities.

Apart from a very small number of geniuses who are so rare that they can be counted on one hand, even among the already scarce number of perfect people, it is unlikely that there will be powerful individuals who can control abstract elements such as time and cause and effect.

In this context, despite the existence of magic in the world of Palladia, some fundamental things remained the same. To put it more easily, the simple and straightforward theory of weapon development became the ultimate reference for most extraordinary people.

Simply put, it is the continuous spiral stacking and rising of spears and shields.

thump—

The heavy object fell to the ground with a low sound like rolling thunder.

The bloody ghosts fluttered like flames, and tens of thousands of abstract humanoid spirits were intertwined together to form a huge humanoid super spirit that was as tall as the Giant God Soldier, a bloody giant with a terrifying shape.

This super-spiritual doppelganger phenomenon, produced by the awakening of soul power, is terrifyingly huge, but it is not the product of excessive expansion.

In fact, the density of this huge spirit body is no less than that of the super spirit body summoned by a normal fourth-level crown wearer after mastering the power of his own soul.

In other words, standing in front of the Golden Knight Disgulan is a terrifying super spirit body that is no less massive and strong than the former. Its hardness is better than steel and beyond all ordinary things. Its every move is enough to change the earth and shake the sky!

The sheer size of this terrifying force alone would make most extraordinary people despair. It was a barrier that they could not break through even if they tried their best.

That's why there was a saying later that the Giant God Soldier Project was an attempt by the Central Empire Linde to mass-produce fifth-level combat power.

At this moment, fists were colliding with each other between the two huge beings. The divine skeleton frame was buzzing with mechanical sounds, and from the inside of the huge humanoid spirit body transformed from the blood-red sun, there was a terrifying scream as if countless people were shouting and roaring together.

Just like this, the two huge beings that seemed to be standing still were actually wrestling with each other in silence!

Inside the cockpit of the Golden Knight Disgulan, a suspended ring composed of fine rectangular metal above Ivan's head kept accelerating. His wild black hair that looked like flames and the boy's intricately designed antique-style robe driving suit were both slowly floating upwards and swaying as if pulled by an invisible wind.

As a former player who had somehow learned a lot about Palladio, the form displayed by the opponent at this moment was enough to reveal a lot of information.

Born into a military family and a Linde noble family, his fourth-stage job is most likely a combat professional like a heavy cavalry general.

As for the fifth level, judging from the almost unconcealed blood-colored features on its face, it was most likely a mixed class of the common Turbid Blood Demon Generals under Kong Ruier.

Thoughts raced like lightning, his slender and powerful ten fingers lifted and pressed down, hovering over the three-layer keyboard in the cockpit, which had a complex structure and looked like a wind piano.

Then, Alvin took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling steadily. The serious situation did not make the time traveler feel fear or tension, and the anger did not disturb his rapidly turning thoughts.

The black-haired boy in the middle of the battle was like a ball of impossible frozen flame, calm yet also blazing.

"Giant Zhan, are you sure you want to compete with me in this?" A whisper with a smile floated out from the corner of his grinning mouth like smoke, mixed with the heat of anger and the coldness of mockery.

Countless related battle memories flooded back, like a monster knight who had completely merged with the Colossus and fought for a hundred years. Countless victories and defeats were integrated into the abundant experience, transforming into an unprecedented confidence.

Then, the button was pressed!

The passionate music like a storm played silently. Both hands held the joystick at the same time. With almost no delay in synchronization of consciousness, the instructions that took shape in the boy's mind turned into specific and subtle movements and were perfectly executed by the huge weapon covered in golden armor.

Command——Kill!!!

The fragile balance maintained by the wrestling was instantly broken. The golden armor infused with magic on the right hand turned gray for a moment due to the force. It was a dangerous sign that the defense was about to be broken, but then the left arm clenched into a fist immediately gave the enemy a fierce blow!

boom--

Driven by the huge force, a loud noise was heard in the air, as if two super-heavy trucks collided with each other at maximum speed.

That was the loud noise made by the golden knight Disgulan smashing his fist into the bloody giant's face.

However, there was no smile on Alvin's face.

He knew better than most extraordinary people what a fifth-level perfect person could do, even if the one in front of him was an old and dying fifth-level person.

Although he seemed to have suffered a serious blow, Louis Carolingian, surrounded by tens of thousands of bloody souls, appeared extremely calm. He even showed a frightening expression of nostalgia.

"I haven't felt such a powerful impact in nearly a century." A hollow voice, as if echoing in a tomb, came from the old and shriveled body.

Immediately following, came a surge of attacks that was even more terrifying than the initial one.

The blood-red giant moved with agility that was completely inconsistent with his huge size. In a brief moment that was difficult to surpass even with the mind, he first blocked the attacking left arm of the golden knight Disgulan, and then used both hands to hit the latter's head, chest, abdomen and other joints with more than a hundred jabs.

There is no gorgeous magic, no weirdness of thaumaturgy, and even no powerful weapons like most warriors.

The attack from the aged fifth-order perfector was so simple and direct.

But effective enough.

The magic barrier generator exploded due to an instant overload, and the armor infused with powerful magic shattered due to the impact far exceeding expectations. The thick smoke produced by the former had no time to rise, and the explosion sounded by the latter had no time to be heard.

The golden knight Disgulan flew backwards at an extremely high speed that ordinary people could not see.

The situation seemed to be taking a turn for the worse, but the young man who faced the hundreds of iron fists did not change his expression at all.

His god-like handsome face still had a wild and unruly look.

He is laughing!

Chapter 152 Designated Massacre

A perfect person, who only uses his fists.

This just shows that the other party has not fully expanded the soul realm.

In other words, Prince Louis's journey out of the city wasn't easy. Linde's high-level transcendents were clearly no mere decoration. Even if they ultimately failed to stop him, they at least caused him considerable trouble and cost him considerable resources.

On the other hand, from this point we can also conclude that the other party's actions at this moment are actually delaying time.

interesting……

The smile on Ivan's face grew wider.

A decayed person whose use of abilities would hasten his death was actually stalling for time in this state.