Star Forge Titan

"Huh? Am I included in this? Isn't that a bit too casual?" Alvin scratched his cheek, feeling a little surprised.

"What else can we do? If we let go of such an excellent inheritor, I don't know where we can find another one." Brad answered for the teacher, and Rigor nodded in agreement.

"...I thought the process of joining the Free Fist would be more complicated, like having to kill two of the Witch King's lackeys or something." Alvin spread his hands and shrugged. It felt like he had just completed the beginning of the mission and skipped the early process to get the reward.

"That kind of barbaric and crude way of proving it..." Brad rolled his eyes and continued helplessly:

"We are rebels against the Witch King's tyranny, not bloodthirsty bandits in the desert."

"Besides, you've already done it."

"Huh? You mean the guy in the tavern?" Alvin reacted quickly.

"I called Hunter a traitor because he betrayed the Fist of Freedom and secretly defected to the Witch King more than ten years ago." Brad's expression darkened, and he felt very regretful for not completely killing his former traitorous senior brother.

But he also knew that the situation was extremely urgent. As the commander of the operation, he had to be responsible for the other Fist of Freedom fighters present. He could not risk his companions being surrounded by the Witch King's guards and continue to chase Hunter regardless of the consequences.

What's more, there are many people like Alvin who were innocently involved.

"Which Witch King did he join?" Ivan asked curiously.

"..." Brad was silent for a long time, then he spoke in a low voice:

"The first wizard king, and also the most powerful wizard king in this desert."

"Sun-Horhara."

At the same time, Hunter Hader, whom they were talking about, was now fleeing in a panic across the desert.

Most of the men he brought into the city lost contact in the chaos just now. They were either killed by the Freedom Fist fighters in the previous battle, or were killed on the spot by the Desert Scimitars who arrived later, thinking they were rioters.

The city-states in the Silent Desert do not care about human rights. Anyone who dares to cause a riot in the city will inevitably face the iron fist of suppression from the rulers.

At the moment, there were only less than twenty black riders left by Hunter's side, and there were desert scimitar riders several times their number following behind.

These knights riding warhorses and wearing light armor are far more powerful than ordinary soldiers. They are elite soldiers under the command of the Witch King and can often fight ten people at once in ordinary battles.

Hunter's subordinates did the same, but they only numbered a pitiful twenty people, and their weapons were only kept to the minimum because they entered the city. They had to completely give up the idea of ​​turning back to fight.

But the Desert Scimitars had two horses each, and their skilled riding skills allowed them to change horses while moving, while Hunter and his subordinates mostly only had one horse.

Although horses are good at running, their endurance is limited. Coupled with the hot and arid climate of the Silent Desert, if horses are forced to run for long periods without rest, they are likely to die under the scorching sun.

Because of this, Hunter and his subordinates were about to fall into a precarious situation.

Fortunately, Hunter didn't need to completely get rid of this group of people.

He only needs to run to a city-state that is far enough away, and a large army will naturally be there to support him.

But Hunter ran until the corners of the horse's mouth were foaming, but he did not see the large army that he had expected to ambush outside come out to support him.

This is impossible……

Hunter Hader was filled with confusion and uncertainty. He was certain that his other subordinates were secretly stationed nearby, which was why they led their team to flee in this direction.

But what about the silent desert right now?

Did they all disappear?

His anxiety grew like a flame, and his injuries continued to send painful signals, but Hunter remained calm and rode at a rapid pace. He couldn't show any weakness, as that would only make his subordinates more panicked.

But even Hunter himself found it difficult to decide what to do in the current situation.

Just as this former fist fighter, now the Witch King's lackey, was becoming increasingly anxious.

Sudden changes occur.

Behind him came the rider's terrified cry and the horse's panicked neighing.

Hunter looked back and saw that nearly a hundred Desert Scimitars were trapped in a sudden quicksand. Just like passengers who fell into the water during a shipwreck, all of them were struggling and sinking to the ground.

The familiar scene made him fall silent.

Soon, a black figure floating in the air appeared with its back to the sunlight.

Although this figure seemed extremely small compared to the vast desert below, the presence emanating from him was even stronger than the scorching sun hanging high in the sky!

Hunter trembled as he turned over and dismounted, slowly getting down on one knee.

"Great First Wizard King, brother of the blazing sun in the sky, eternal Horhala, your glory is as boundless and dazzling as the scorching sun!"

Chapter 32 Paid Miracle

The figure in the sky slowly floated down, and as he fell, the wailing in the desert gradually subsided.

Finally, a pair of leather boots made of lizard scales appeared at the edge of Hunter's vision as he knelt on the ground, and all he could hear was the whistling sound of the wind.

The nearly one hundred desert scimitar cavalrymen chasing behind were completely swallowed up by the desert silently. Except for the few echoes of their shrill wails, there was nothing left to indicate their identity.

"Get up, my apprentice." A soft male voice came from above my head.

The voice was clear and gentle, but with a strange hissing sound.

It sounds like a vinyl record that has had other sounds accidentally mixed into it during the copying process. Although the music played is still as beautiful as the original, the occasional noises cannot be ignored.

"Your Majesty, I failed." Hunter lowered his head and remained kneeling on one knee.

"Brad saw through my plan. He knew I was familiar with his style, so he simply set a double trap using himself as bait."

"Furthermore, they trained even more powerful young fighters. I was defeated by that strange young man."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, the always careless First Wizard King finally seemed to be interested.

An invisible force pulled Hunter up, and a hand stretched out from the luxurious black robe with fine navy blue patterns, a ferocious hand covered with black scales.

Although it still retains the five-fingered structure, each finger has an extra section, and at the end is a slender, curved, dull bluish-white claw.

Rather than being a normal human hand, it looked more like the claws of a lizard, no, a dragon.

Then, Hunter felt a finger slowly piercing into his vital parts.

The pain, so intense that it seemed to burn all the nerves, suddenly spread throughout the body. Hunter's eyes were immediately filled with bright red bloodshot, almost bleeding.

Even so, he did not even utter a scream, but allowed the other party to pierce his body one after another with the fingers covered with sharp diamond-shaped scales like a naughty child poking an ant nest with a branch.

Those places are often where important blood vessels pass, or are key nodes where the human body's magic power flows. Normally, just poking a knuckle can easily kill a person.

Finally, with his teeth nearly broken, Hunter felt the First Wizard King's fingers rest on his heart, the area between the third and fourth ribs on his left chest. If he pushed a little deeper, he would be able to touch his still-beating heart.

His fingers broke through the flesh, and blood flowed out. The Witch King touched the organ that was pumping rhythmically.

Finally, he spoke:

"interesting."

puff--

The Witch King withdrew his finger and let Hunter fall back onto the sand.

The blood on his fingers was like a drop of water falling into the sand, and was quickly absorbed by the skin covered with diamond-shaped sharp scales.

At the same time, Hunter felt that part of his vitality had disappeared, and the extent was enough to affect his lifespan and cause various terrible symptoms after entering old age.

But in contrast, the wounds on his body began to heal at an astonishing speed. Not only the small wounds he had just been stabbed with, but even the many bones broken in the previous battle returned to their original positions and quickly healed the cracks and broken ends.

The whole process was like a miracle.

But it is a miracle that comes at a price.

Hunter is well aware of this.

"You've become stronger again, Fist of Freedom." Without caring about his disciple's feelings, the Witch King turned his gaze to the city of Ismailia that was vaguely visible on the distant horizon.

"Your Majesty." Hunter tried to put on a respectful attitude again and spoke the words of plea directly.

"Please grant me greater power."

"A more powerful force...ah." The First Witch King, dressed in luxurious robes, looked down at the bloodthirsty hound.

Just like other wizard kings would not easily leave their territory, he should not be here.

But nothing is absolute. There are always circumstances that will change things, such as the death of the Witch King.

"Yes, I'm willing to pay any price for this." The image of Brad appeared in Hunter's mind, and he growled with gritted teeth:

Hunter knew very well that although he had become the Witch King's apprentice more than ten years ago by virtue of his merit in selling out the Fist of Freedom.

But this teacher is not as selfless as his former master Rigor. If you want to get anything from him, you must pay a price, perhaps let others pay, or perhaps pay it yourself.

Moreover, his minions gradually became dull after repeated tedious tasks.

Brad and other free boxing fighters who have been taught boxing by Rigor for more than ten years will definitely be stronger than they were a decade ago.

Frankly speaking, he could no longer keep up with the man's punches.

"Then, my apprentice, it will be as you wish."

The First Witch King extended his ferocious hand from his sleeve again.

This time, the finger with sharp nails pierced directly into the subordinate's vital point between the eyebrows!

Even the ferocious metal mask could not stop this movement, as if it was just a thin paper mask that was easily penetrated.

After a few short breaths, the Witch King withdrew his hands, which were full of blood and vitality, into his sleeves, and Hunter's whole body trembled violently as if he was struck by lightning.

With a snap, the mask split in half in the middle, revealing an ugly face that was severely burned.

With the indentation left by the finger as the center, a large number of bulging blue veins quickly spread outward, followed by a burst of faint blue magical light.

His already well-developed muscles bulged abnormally, and the magic power gushing out of his body resonated with the surrounding environment, turning into gusts of howling gale, during which a gray figure like a running wolf could be vaguely seen flashing by.

The gathered magic power lingered around Hunter's body, gradually condensing into a vague dark purple armor phantom.

There is a ferocious wolf head on the chest of the armor, and the end of the shoulder armor has a distinct wolf claw style.

But in the end, this set of phantoms could not be completely condensed, and had to disintegrate into countless luminous particles and dissipate in the surrounding environment.

Despite this, Hunter still showed an ecstatic expression when he stood up again.

Feeling the unprecedented powerful magic in his body and the surging power surging from his muscles, he felt that he could use these hands to completely tear the strongest storm in the desert into countless flowing clouds!

"Praise you, your Majesty!"

Hunter fell to his knees in ecstasy and kept chanting words of praise.

"It's still a little bit short." The Witch King shook his head.

He paid no attention to his subordinates' flattery, but turned his gaze once again to the distant city of Ismailia.

"Another decade..."

“Hopefully, that will change this time.”

Chapter 33 Monster Talent

Learning boxing is really interesting.

Three days ago, this is what Alvin thought.

And now, three days later...

He officially became the apprentice of the old man Rigor and began to learn the Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

I think so too!!!

"Boxing, isn't it amazing?"

The short old man Rigor was still sitting in the rocking chair in the yard, rocking leisurely as usual.

The previous rocking chair was crushed into powder by the aftermath during the test, but this was another rocking chair that Ivan made with his own hands after becoming his apprentice.

After only three days of study, the changes in him were remarkable. He seemed thinner, his muscles, once bursting with explosive power, now more streamlined, like a swiftly swimming barracuda, or the streamlined steel chariots of the future, as industrial civilization further develops.

This is very difficult. You should know that Ivan's previous body shape already perfectly conformed to the golden ratio, which means that his body has reached the peak in many aspects such as strength and agility.

The changes that are happening now show that Alvin's body has optimized its muscle proportions and various details to better suit his fighting style.

All this happened in just three days, which is difficult even for ordinary extraordinary people to do.

Even if one has reached perfection at one stage, driven by subjective consciousness, one will continue to move towards a higher level of perfection...

Is this the inherent strength of the genetic genes of higher beings...

Alvin had some vague feelings, and at the same time he became more curious about the secrets contained in the boxing.