Star Forge Titan

It seems that the leisurely life of adventurers has come to an end. Not only does the pollution on the Sandworm King need to be dealt with, but the evil gods who are ready to make moves in the outer realm cannot be ignored.

Ivan's eyes focused, and his whole temperament became much more mature.

It has been decided to complete the awakening of soul power within half a year. Although I don’t know whether the improvement of the extraordinary path will promote the progress of the King (Harmony) Selection Path, at least I can’t stand still.

Alvin set a small goal for himself and clearly realized that as the last Titan in the world, there are many things he must do and only he can do them.

Besides, he is a time traveler, a time traveler who symbolizes infinite variables. He is born with a second possible rebirth and cannot live a mediocre life.

The youthful vigor and sense of responsibility combined form a passion as endless as the ocean!

Ivan pushed the door open with a smile. The thoughtful cats and bugs had not only repaired the Cat Apartment, but they had also prepared rest cabins for everyone in the adventure team. After a brief one-hour rest, the model battleship before them had completed all its exterior modifications.

Ivan had previously read about the cats' proposal, a feasible modification based on the original, precise model. Even with his knowledge of future magical engineering, he felt it was worth a try.

As he walked towards the bridge, all the cats and bugs he met along the way saluted Alvin, but the way they addressed him was a bit laughable.

"Meow! Meow!" This is a respectful term for ordinary cats and cats that cannot yet use Old Norse.

Since he didn't understand what they were saying, Alvin didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, he waved back at them with amusement.

But those advanced all-powerful cat-worms shouted respectfully to him in ancient Norse:

"Good day, meow, His Excellency the big commander-in-chief!"

Huh? What's going on?

Wait, I get it, White!!!!

Alvin instantly thought of the cat White who had gone somewhere to rest.

"This way!" Lilith's voice came from the other end of the passage. Looking up, all the team members had gathered.

"Captain, our ship's mana reserves have been fully stockpiled." The halfling saluted playfully, then pulled out two fake mustaches from somewhere and stuck them on his face. He puffed out his chest and said in a serious tone:

"Please don't use that name, it's too weird!" Alvin covered his face in shame.

"Huh? Isn't that what all the kittens call you?" Lilith looked at him in feigned surprise.

"That's right, you are the captain of this ship now, you have to act like a noble lord." The orc Gaoshan slapped his head and laughed.

"That's true, hahaha." Captain Andre, who is always steady, laughed out loud as he spoke.

At this moment, even the half-elf wizard Kalani, who always pretended to be indifferent, couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

After some laughter and joking, everyone walked into the bridge together.

Speaking of which, Ivan had never been to the bridge of this model battleship. The metal doors at the front automatically opened to both sides, revealing a busy scene.

The entire bridge is designed as a central floating island, with operating platforms for various equipment around it. The captain's high-back chair is placed in a protruding position in the center, making it easy to observe the actions of everyone else.

In addition, a large number of all-round partner-type cat-worms gathered here. They are the smartest individuals among the cat-worms. They are also responsible for the transformation of this battleship. Naturally, they are well aware of the performance of all aspects of the battleship, so they are also the best bridge operators.

"Captain arrives at the bridge, meow!" A familiar voice shouted solemnly in ancient Norse, but the last meow really ruined the atmosphere.

Seeing Ivan enter, the cats and bugs all saluted, and then shouted again as if in a shame play:

"Good day, big Commander-in-Chief."

“…” Ivan’s whole body froze.

He looked unkindly at White, who was standing by the door. White's hair stood on end and he was shivering while hugging a flower pot.

In the flowerpot, Hercules' callus was half buried in the soil, and a tiny, barely noticeable crack could be seen on the top. Perhaps new shoots would grow out of it later?

Then, from behind, they heard Lilith's bursting laughter, as well as the suppressed chuckles of the other adventure team members.

"Captain... just call me Captain." Alvin covered his face helplessly and sat down in the captain's seat in the middle naturally.

The others had no objection either. They also thought that this position should belong to the black-haired boy in front of them.

"By the way, Captain, let's give this ship a name!" Lilim suddenly popped her head out from behind the captain's seat and shouted:

"Well, since it's no longer just a model, it does need a suitable name." Alvin thought for a moment.

Soon, a name he had seen in science fiction novels in the past came to his mind.

"Nautilus, no, Rogerius, let's call it the Rogerius."

Chapter 95: Battleships March

Nautilus and Rogers, two words with similar pronunciations, actually refer to the same word - the French word Nautilus.

If translated literally, the word can also be directly translated as nautilus, an extremely ancient marine creature with a long history.

As early as 5.7 million years ago, in the early Paleozoic era of the Phanerozoic eon, Nautilus was already swimming in the ocean.

The reason why a ship was named after this ancient creature is because of a science fiction novel.

That is "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" written by Jules Verne in 1869.

Recalling the books he had browsed, Alvin couldn't help but reveal a nostalgic expression on his face. Although others felt a little strange about the name, they did not object.

Strange ship names are not uncommon. After all, naming is a free thing. There was even a merchant ship owner who named it "Pepper Sandwich". Maybe he happened to eat a very spicy pepper sandwich at that time.

Only the half-elf wizard showed a thoughtful expression. He was very suspicious of the tall young man in front of him who claimed to be from the North but was shrouded in mystery. He quoted words from some ancient language in the ship name. After all, the other party had previously shown extreme proficiency in ancient Norse as if he were a native speaker.

But after thinking for a long time, this half-elf wizard, who had become extremely knowledgeable due to his longer lifespan than ordinary short-lived species, could not figure it out.

On the other side, playing with the palm-sized Mimir slate in his hand, Ivan placed his other hand on the wide deputy's hand on the side of the captain's seat.

The hands were cast from metal, with the unique style of giant civilization. The shape was particularly elegant, like a swan with its neck bent and resting, but the cool touch from above made people feel refreshed.

From time to time, I could hear the various parameters reported by the cats and bugs. Although they had used every possible means, and even used cat power to drive the engine, which was both environmentally friendly and healthy, and primitive and advanced, this fake ship, which was originally just a model, was truly transformed by them into a real ship that could sail.

In terms of appearance, the battleship, now named Rogilas, has not changed much, and the cats and bugs' modifications are mainly concentrated on the interior.

The hull still retains the simple silver-gray streamlined shape, and the completely enclosed external armor is flat, with only a slightly raised bridge part placed in the center rear position.

According to the cats and bugs, the command post inside the bridge could be moved down to the armored dome inside the hull, leaving only a few observation seats in wartime. As for the dozen or so circular protrusions on the surface, they might have originally functioned as radar-like observation and aiming equipment, but as a former model, they were now mere decoration.

Due to limited time and the possibility of the swarm discovering this place at any time, the cats have not had time to transform it into any truly useful equipment. We can only wait and see in the future.

Fortunately, the all-important propulsion system was at least practical. While its power would have made it a small-displacement vehicle during the Giant Kingdom era, if it had been used during the mythical Uranus era, well, it would have been nothing more than an electric children's toy.

But at least, thanks to the ingenuity of the giant technical craftsmen, even if it is just a scaled-down model, the Rogilas is equipped with a set of mechanical devices that can actually work!

Combined with the flat tail fin behind the bridge, which is similar to the tail fin of a large transport aircraft, the two magic propulsion devices at the end can make the heavy ship made of pure metal soar in the blue sky.

Hearing this, Alvin couldn't help but hold his breath.

Battleship, flying battleship, man’s romance!

"Endurance? How long is the endurance?" The black-haired boy in the captain's seat couldn't help but ask.

“…” Suddenly, troubled expressions appeared on the furry faces of the cats, cats and insects, and they looked at each other.

These smartest individuals in the entire tribe actually showed a little embarrassment for a moment.

"Captain, uh, full-power flight mode, meow, probably meow meow..."

White, the cat-and-mouse who had found an adjutant's cap from somewhere, was so nervous that he almost spoke in cat language.

After hesitating for a long time, it finally uttered a measure word that made its heart skip a beat.

"half an hour……"

"..."

The scene was awkward, and Alvin's expression gradually froze.

"In other words, after dozens of catworms ate a special bread that exceeded their own body weight and required several kilograms of magical materials to make it, and then spent several hours painstakingly charging their energy, the result was..." The black-haired boy held his forehead and sighed.

"It can fly for half an hour."

Okay, charge for three hours and have fun for half an hour.

At least it's good enough that it can be driven.

Ivan kept comforting himself in his heart and didn't say much. He just silently thought about where to "borrow" a magic furnace or something like that. At least, after going out, he must not rely solely on cat power to drive!

"But meow, the long-eared wizard has calculated with us that if we use the sand stealth mode, taking advantage of the desert's unique terrain, the total mana can last for six hours, and we can continue to recharge during this time, allowing for a long-term voyage of over twelve hours." White immediately added:

He looked back at the half-elf wizard. Although this professional did not fully understand the communication between the two parties in ancient Norse, he was still relatively reliable when it came to professional issues, and he immediately began to explain.

"Although we don't know how the giants did it, this ship can actually be treated as a whole from a magical perspective. In other words, with the assistance of some magic, it can sail on the sand like an ordinary ship on the water." After a pause, the half-elf wizard continued:

"In an extreme case, this ship can even completely submerge under the sand, but that will consume more magic power than usual."

"Actually, another reason why flight mode can't last long is that the mana replenishment rate can't keep up. But sand stealth mode is different. Although the mana consumption of that type is faster than the replenishment rate, the difference between the two is not particularly large. It is entirely possible to extend the flight time by replenishing mana while driving."

"As for the normal mode of driving on the desert surface, the energy consumption is even lower. If you also keep charging during the voyage, you can even achieve an ultra-long voyage of nearly 24 hours..."

Talking about the topic he was good at, the usually taciturn half-elf wizard became unexpectedly talkative, even a bit chatty, which made the other adventurers sitting in the seats next to him look helpless, thinking "he started again".

"Okay, okay, let's get out first."

Ivan tried to maintain a polite smile and raised his hand to signal the catworm operators to start executing the last part of the "Kitten Run" plan. Incidentally, the name of this plan was decided by Lilith.

"Engine warm-up complete, meow!"

"Left and right thrusters are operating correctly, meow!"

"Two, in, one..." Reading the handwritten instructions handed to him by White, Alvin gave instructions unskillfully.

Although this little cat and bug had only just learned to read and write Old Norse, their handwriting was surprisingly neat, except that they liked to put cute arcs at the end of the letters.

"Repeat the command, two in and one meow!" The cat and cat who was in charge of the operation immediately repeated the command loudly.

Despite their cute furry appearance, cats and bugs are surprisingly serious about driving, giving people a sense of professionalism that is different from their cute appearance.

In addition, considering that even if the ship is scaled down proportionally, the various equipment on the bridge is still too large for a cat or worm, the number of operators here is twice as much as normal.

"Slow speed on both sides, meow!"

With a peculiar habit of speaking, it used a pair of pads on each side, a total of four pads, to press down the gear that was a bit too large for the cat-worm. The two cat-worms responsible for speed control exerted force at the same time to push the gear to the first gear.

The entire battleship shook slightly, and the cats and bugs cheered collectively. The adventurers subconsciously grabbed their assistants, and the tall orc seemed particularly nervous, probably because he was a little seasick.

Inside the engine room, batches of torpedo bread were brought in like water, and the cats and bugs' shouts grew louder and louder as they ran. The numerous running wheels placed side by side were turning almost non-stop, even when the cats stopped, and the cats and bugs' agility and quick reflexes were fully capable of this level of movement.

The cat-power engine is running at full power!!!

Along with the crackling of electric arcs, magic power was continuously transmitted into various parts of the hull.

Soon, bright blue flames burst out from the main thruster at the rear. Two rows of small attitude control nozzles could be seen on the bottom of the ship spewing out neat, narrow tongues of fire. The burning magic power turned into thrust to completely offset the effect of gravity on the hull.

The huge fixing devices on both sides of the hull, which had been modified long ago, were gradually loosened under remote control, and the silver-gray warship slowly floated upwards, and the door opening command that Alvin had given in advance on the third bridge was also activated.

The high authority from Titan slowly opened the ship exit that had been sealed for a long time on the surface of the factory-type mobile fortress Herbert.

The sound of rustling footsteps could be heard faintly in the distance. Even if the swarm of insects finally reacted at this moment, it was too late.

Dust accumulated over thousands of years flew up, the outer armor moved, and the heavy metal gate opened upwards.

With emotions surging in his heart, Ivan couldn't help but clench his hands tightly.

"Rogilus, march forward!!!"

Chapter 96 Epilogue: The Adventurer's Spirit of Contract

Records, Investigation No. 12,086.

To the great First Sorcerer-King, brother of the blazing sun in heaven, eternal Horhalla, your glory is as boundless and dazzling as the blazing sun.

This investigation finally touched upon clues to the true existence of the King of Sandworms. Our department discovered a huge pit with a diameter of over 100 meters in the local area, and there were also traces of strange vortex-shaped sandstorms around it.

Unfortunately, judging from the existing clues, Herbert, the King of Sandworms, left at least three days ago. The work of searching for his whereabouts has not been completed yet, and our department will continue the search.

Recorder: Your loyal hound, Hunter Hader, the 25th General of the Jackal Legion.

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Looking at the huge pit in the distance, a group of soldiers wearing white cloaks but black robes all over their bodies stopped their horses.

The mounts they rode were all the finest desert lizards, their scales gleaming in the sun as if they were made entirely of metal.

This army, which inexplicably appeared at the place where the Sandworm King Herbert appeared, did not raise any flags, nor did they have any badges or marks representing their identities. They were extremely quiet with no conversation between each other, as if all of them were made up of the most silent dead, and there was almost no sound except for their breathing.

They appeared silently and retreated silently, like a fleeting mirage in the desert, extremely unreal.

Only the footprints on the white sand that were gradually covered up could prove that this group of people had indeed been there.

One morning five days before this incident, Herbert, the king of sandworms, who had not yet returned underground, still stood motionless on the ground.