Star Forge Titan

Conrad took off his helmet with difficulty and looked outside the city with worry. Although the dark clouds in the sky were dissipating, there were still columns of inky black smoke rising from there.

"It seems so." Ostolfo walked to the emperor who sat on the ground without caring about his image, with hidden worry in his eyes.

If my sister knew that she had met a barbarian from the north, but had no chance to give him the handwritten letter she wrote.

Wow, it’s over…

The ambassador, who was wearing a rather neutral-style women's dress, had a slight twitch on his cheeks. Although his whole body was covered by the sun, he could not feel any warmth at all.

But no matter what, this disaster that could have threatened the entire Palladian civilization world was finally stopped.

As a member of the royal family who had read many secret documents, Ostolfo had already guessed about the previous ceremony, so when he noticed that the magic power suddenly stopped gathering before the ceremony was completed, he finally felt relieved.

"The storm has ceased, Your Highness."

The high-ranking phantom knight, covered in black armor and a cloak, tapped his breastplate and spoke to Ostolfo. There were still traces of blood left by the Serane cultists on his sword.

At this moment, the owner of the bloodstains on the sword is dead beyond death. Although her body is 99% similar to that of a demon, she has not yet completely transformed into an alien demon, so she will die completely if she is killed.

At least, that's what it seems like.

"Yes..." Although he still had all kinds of worries in his heart, the little prince still showed a charming smile on his face when he heard these words.

"it is finally over."

Similar conversations took place on the streets of the capital, Lutetia.

"Hmm? It seems like there's no movement outside."

In the dwarf-run Kazarim workshop, the rune blacksmith Borok Minsenda, who was leaning against the wall to listen to the sounds outside, suddenly frowned.

Beside him were a group of young dwarves fully armed with their own products, and several ordinary workers who were trembling with daggers and short swords. As for the beautiful shop assistants in the workshop who were responsible for marketing and introductions, after the incident, they were all arranged by the old blacksmith Borok to hide in the cellar.

In addition, employees of other businesses in the nearby commercial street could be seen in the workshop. Aside from the women and children who had also been relegated to the cellar, they now gathered nervously behind the dwarves, each armed with a weapon, forming a second line of defense.

At present, the dwarves have reinforced the workshop door and glass windows with layers of metal and wooden strips. The combination of excellent technology and excellent materials has made these originally relatively weak building areas now as strong as the solid brick and metal steel plate walls next to them.

Storing reinforced building materials and designing workshops to be exceptionally sturdy are common practices for dwarves when opening branches in various countries, in order to guard against individual extraordinary people who take risks and organized, premeditated group crimes.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, because their products are good and expensive.

However, no one expected that this would become the key to the dwarves and employees of surrounding businesses saving their lives in this disaster.

"Father Borok, are you sure?" A younger dwarf nearby, with a limited beard but shiny black hair, asked:

"..." Borok did not answer the young man's question immediately, but continued to stand by the door in silence for a moment.

Then, the knowledgeable old man who had traveled to many countries waved his hand firmly.

"Open."

The young dwarves looked at each other. Although they were still a little worried, they finally worked together to move a dangerous machine facing the workshop door. Then, they began to dismantle the various building materials to reinforce the door.

The machine used to block the door had a structure similar to that of a heavy crossbow, but a whole row of circular saws was connected directly below the crossbow arm structure.

It is foreseeable that if any monster had the courage to break through the workshop door and rush in, it would have been greeted by an extremely heavy arrow as thick as an arm and as long as a spear, as well as a whole row of sharp saw blades that were violently rotating and whistling under the power of steam engines.

The good thing about weapon workshops is that if trouble really breaks out, they won't be left with nothing. However, using city defense weapons that combine the structure of a steam-powered circular saw and a heavy crossbow to guard the shop is probably something only dwarf-run workshops and some large arms factories have the ability to do.

When the door opened, everyone in the workshop was surprised to see that the crazy people who had gathered at the door because they sensed the presence of living people had all hidden in the shadows. Even when they saw living people appear, they just hid in the shadows and kept growling, with no intention of rushing over.

"Huh, looks like everything is fine." The old blacksmith Borok wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the axe in his hand.

At this moment, a squeaking sound came from his feet. The old lover looked down and saw that it was indeed a small flying squirrel wearing a leather vest.

"A wizard's familiar?"

The cute-looking flying squirrel squeaked twice, took out a rolled-up letter from its belly pouch and handed it to Borok.

The old dwarf frowned slightly at this before accepting the letter. He had no fondness for anything wizard-like. But after avoiding the others, the old dwarf quickly scanned the few lines of text on the letter.

The handwriting looked quite sloppy, and it was obvious that the writer was in a hurry when writing them, but the content still made the old dwarf grin after reading it.

"A year at most? I can still wait. Even if something like this happened, he didn't forget to let his subordinates write to inform me. That gentleman is indeed worthy of respect!" The old dwarf felt a little warm in his eyes for a moment.

Oh, the hammer hits the anvil, and the sparks fly.

The last time he felt this way was when his twelfth grandson was born.

As for the so-called "loyal subordinate" who sent the letter, it was naturally a certain Mr. Kayan Paulus, whose name remains unknown.

Although the final outbreak of this great conspiracy came very suddenly, Ivan had made some preparations in advance for Lutetia.

However, even the boy who knew the future to some extent could not have guessed that although the evil god's gamble and bad ideas were prevented, he himself would embark on a very wonderful journey.

Moreover, a certain necromancer who was supposed to evacuate as soon as possible with the collected magical technology information, now appeared in the headquarters of the Linde Alchemist Association, which was caught up in a chaotic situation due to external changes.

In addition to the New Age Equipment Research Institute, which conducts the latest research on magical technology, this is where Lind stores the most and most complete information related to alchemy and magical technology.

Because they were specifically targeted, the Alchemist Guild was once breached in its first line of defense by a large number of assembled madmen and their severely mutated monsters.

Although the alchemists relied on the '氪金' tactics to stabilize the subsequent defense line in a short time, God knows how the necromancer Mr. Kayang, who infiltrated the madmen, also took advantage of the chaos caused by the destruction of the defense line to sneak into the headquarters of the Alchemist Association.

He then sneaked into the database by disguising himself and knocking out witnesses. On the morning when the mutation stopped, he actually managed to escape with a large amount of magical technology information and books related to extraordinary people, leaving behind only a messy database, which made the Linde alchemists very angry.

"Did you deliver the letters? Good work, Peanutbutter."

Rubbing his returning magical familiar, Khayon suddenly grinned in the dim environment.

At this moment, even the foul smell of the surrounding sewer air could not ruin his good mood~~

"Well, although it seems that even spatial exile cannot take that guy's life, he will probably be out of contact for some time to come." Khayang curled his lips and made a 'tsk tsk' expression, but his eyes could not help but droop slightly, revealing a bit of gloom.

"But then again, those old bones of the Undead Faction probably haven't finished voting for the next Faction Leader yet, right?"

Thinking of this, the necromancer with greasy and messy hair couldn't help but burst into laughter, and he looked happy and evil.

Just wait, by combining magical mechanical technology with traditional necromancy, Uncle Paulus and his new faction will surely make those old bones that haven’t rotted away for decades understand what it means—times have changed!

The necromancers in the sewers were laughing, and the white-haired, red-eyed paladins on the streets couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Despite having various powerful treasures to discover, and the Grand Knight Celestine as the key pillar and fire brigade, they are able to protect a very large number of ordinary people.

However, the madmen's continuous attacks still made many paladins exhausted. If the battle continued, even they would have a high probability of suffering casualties.

At this moment, the ladies and girls from the Temple of Knowledge sat down on the ground without caring about their image. Although they did not take off their helmets, they now looked much more relaxed than when they were fighting.

Lady Celestine, the Grand Knight Commander, now cast a blazing gaze towards the astonishing battlefield outside the city. Although she hadn't had time to join the clash of high-level transcendents within the city, she could still sense the even more astonishingly intense magical fluctuations outside.

However, after a while, the few surviving Linde high-level transcendents were transported to a temporary shelter established by the Paladins. Seeing the severely injured Linde officials and the utterly dejected Archmage, even Celestine couldn't help but feel a pang of unease about this fifth-level fallen being.

Fortunately, judging from the fluctuations of magic power coming in, the outcome of the matter does not seem to have fallen into the worst situation.

However, a trace of worry still surged in the lady's heart, because she vaguely sensed some special fluctuations coming from that side, which were the fluctuations produced when the Paladins of the Temple of Knowledge activated their unique power.

Besides the young men he brought with him, that child was the only one in Linde who could possibly possess this power...

Ms. Celestine shook her head. She had originally hoped that the child could live a happy life like an ordinary person, but now it seemed that the other party had finally embarked on an extraordinary path.

Perhaps, it is time to guide the extra-curricular children who have left the Great Library for more than ten years to return.

Outside Lutetia, Diana and Catherine, the two people closest to the projection of the Dark Portal, looked at the location of the huge 'projection' in shock.

Less than half an hour after the Golden Knight Disgulan broke into the space crack, a terrifying magical fluctuation suddenly emanated from it, so strong that it could be clearly sensed even across the space crack.

Immediately afterwards, the huge projection of the Dark Portal in the material world caused ripples to spread out like the reflection on the lake surface caused by waves.

"He succeeded?"

Although it was unclear what the function of the projection summoned by the ritual was, Catherine could at least guess that the disappearance of the projection probably meant the failure of the cultists' conspiracy.

The Duchess's face showed joy at first, and then her whole body was shocked.

Yes, the huge projection summoned by the ritual disappeared, but the person who rushed into it did not come back either.

Catherine's originally bright golden hair seemed to become dull at this moment, and then she collapsed on the palm of the Flame Queen of the Titan Soldier Unit 2.

The blonde hugged her knees, unable to hold back a stifled sob.

She had even tried to deceive herself by falling in love with a girl before, and now she finally realized her true thoughts, but the person she wanted to express her feelings to is no longer there.

What a...

Feeling the warmth of a hand on her shoulder, Catherine looked up with red eyes, and saw Diana leaving the cockpit.

The silver-haired girl nodded slightly. Although her expression was as calm as ever, her movements and eyes revealed a strong trust.

"That's right, that guy is not that easy..." Catherine bit her lip, and the blonde girl did not utter the disturbing word.

"He said, just..." Holding the Duchess's shoulders, Diana showed a very shallow but very obvious smile on her face.

"Go and come back."

In silence, the young girl and the young woman looked up at the sun rising higher in the distance, and their eyes seemed to see the same figure in that light.

At this moment, the figure seemed to be giving a thumbs up and showing the two of them a smile as warm as the sunshine.

With this warm smile, he seemed to be able to bring the warm sunshine into even the darkest abyss.

And this is exactly the case. Looking at the image projected on the mirror, which is in the deep hell with stagnant and corrupted sky where there has not been clear weather for tens of millions of years, the four figures in the Styx Palace each showed strange expressions.

Then~

"Hahahahaha!"

"Chi chi chi chi chi!"

"Giggle!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!

The only fat figure who wasn't smiling breathed heavily, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a huge shovel.

The shovel was very wide and looked a bit like a spoon. The edges were severely rusted to the point of redness, and the surface was covered with mucus of various strange colors.

Just as he was about to do something, following the termination of the Dark Portal ritual, the connection between the two planes of dimensions gradually broke, and a bolt of lightning carrying intense light and heat struck down without any warning.

More than one-third of the deep hell's stagnant sky was illuminated by the thunder, and faintly one could hear a loud laugh and a hum that revealed an uncontrollable smile.

The figure who had just raised the shovel or spoon immediately froze on the spot, and the fat face that was full of inexplicable humor twisted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, louder laughter and angry roars were heard from the Styx Palace at the same time.

The world also seems to have become - more noisy because of this!

Book 4: Exodus

Chapter 1 Continuous Jump

"Dude, please don't do that!"

Wartbeard Romultigos screamed in the cryptic tone unique to Nurse demons.

Although his tone was filled with tension, it also had a strange politeness to it, making him sound less like a brutal and tyrannical Chaos Demon.

And this became the last words that Alvin heard in the deep hell of stagnation.

Then, endless light suddenly burst out, dispelling the dark clouds that had shrouded the deep hell for tens of millions of years. It was like a scorching sun blooming in the abyss, impartially and unreservedly bestowing destructive light and heat on every demon present.

Aa ...

Sharp and piercing screams came one after another, mixed in with the 'crackling' sound like a bursting abscess, the 'hissing' sound of burning flesh, and the sad and indignant roars filled with anger and unwillingness.

No!!!!!!!!!

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Alvin.

At the moment of self-destruction, he automatically entered the escape process of the built-in driver of the Titan combat agent, just as he had seen in the system before.

It was precisely because he knew the existence of this function that he pressed the big red button so decisively. Oh, I mean, to activate the body's built-in destruction protocol.

[Destruction Protocol Activating…]

[Glorious Destruction has been activated]

[Protocol Three: Protect the Familiar Pilot. No Familiar Pilot Detected!]

[Protocol 2: Protect the body. Core frame storage completed!]

[Agreement One: Protect the Omega-class warriors...]

【Confirm, start execution】

[The core frame has been stored and transferred to the driver's lepton space in lepton state.]