Star Forge Titan

Hercules's appearance after cocooning was unexpectedly neither a plump white worm nor the cute version of the bugs in the O Baby comics. Instead, he simply transformed from a catalpa worm into a rhinoceros beetle...

This situation inevitably makes people have a subtle association, as if they have picked up the wrong baby.

On the model-modified battleship, also known as the model-modified battleship Rogilas, Captain Ivan and his adjutant Maomao were shining desk lamps forward, seriously interrogating Hercules, who had just been successfully reincarnated.

"Send!" The reincarnated Hercules curled up his multiple short limbs, looking pitiful and innocent.

At this moment, it couldn't even explain the changes that had taken place in itself in ancient Norse.

Although advanced Zerg combat units like Ghost in the Shell have the ability to communicate in language, Hercules is not a truly mature Ghost in the Shell at this moment. At best, he is just a chick that has just hatched from an egg. A series of organs in his body related to language functions need to go through the growth period after the infancy to successfully complete their development.

Looking at Hercules who was gesticulating and trying hard to express his meaning with body language, Alvin almost couldn't help but reveal a 'happy' smile. Well, actually he was just asking him for relevant information about the Zerg, a magically transformed life form.

Although Hercules could only make strange sounds like "chi le", thanks to the mysterious translation of Adjutant Catworm, he was able to understand the current situation of this ally who survived the disaster.

As for the issue that the mature form of Hercules is clearly a Ghost in the Shell with catalpa-type insect elements, but the juvenile form after cocoon regeneration looks like a rhinoceros beetle.

As usual, if we continue to use the number O baby as an analogy to explain, it can be roughly understood that the opponent's current appearance is the common juvenile form of Ghost in the Shell specialized in close combat, while the earlier Ghost in the Shell appearance with catalpa-type insect elements is the unique form that Hercules obtained after strengthening his strength and completing the defense specialization.

On the contrary, if it chooses a single specialized power branch, it will maintain its current characteristics and become a power-specialized Ghost in the Shell like Achilles in Ghost in the Shell, which is based on the rhinoceros beetle.

Listening to the ancient Norse language mixed with the sounds of cats, bugs and meows, Alvin tapped his palm with a look of sudden enlightenment.

Simply put, this is the same as why Rollingmon can not only choose to evolve into Machinedramon, but also evolve into Zombiedramon.

if not?

Could it be that Hercules misremembered the insect from which he was based?

After receiving the above explanation, Alvin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, Big Beetle friend, okay, now I'll leave Little Beetle to your care for the time being."

After patting Adjutant Catworm's furry head, Alvin turned and walked out of the room following the latter's energetic response.

Looking at the modern interior of the warship, combined with the news he had just heard from Hercules, the black-haired young man, a time traveler, couldn't help but have many associations. He also grew increasingly curious about the Giant Kingdom, which had vanished thousands of years ago.

It is hard to imagine what kind of social outlook the ancient giant kingdom established by the ancient intelligent race that inherited part of the legacy of the Titan Uranus civilization had.

Although the Giant Kingdom itself has been covered by the dust of history, some information can be inferred from the various things on this model battleship.

Although the civilization of the Giant Kingdom should be based on magic technology, their creations are similar to their previous technological civilization.

Just talking about the magic lamp that was lit in the room, although the energy that drove it to emit light was the magic power generated by the cat's power, its general shape was almost the same as the desk lamp that Alvin was familiar with in his previous life.

Things like this can be found everywhere on the Rogilas.

Because of this, Ivan grew increasingly accustomed to the feeling of living on this battleship. It was like someone used to toilets suddenly seeing one in their rural hometown, where they had never had one before, during the Lunar New Year holiday. This gave him a subtle sense of returning home.

Perhaps in the former kingdom of giants, their lives would seem very similar to the modern life they once knew, just like similar flowers blooming in a foreign land.

Arriving on the outer deck of the Rogilas, which was disguised as a three-masted sand barge, Alvin gradually withdrew his wandering thoughts and began to think again about the situation he was facing.

The Fist of Freedom, the Witch King who rules the city-states, and various other chaotic forces in the desert are now converging on the city of Ismailia because of the rumors about the Witch King's secret magic. They all have different ideas about the rumored secret magic, and there may even be some deep conspiracies hidden in it that have not yet emerged.

With so many forces involved, the whole thing has become like a tangled ball of wool, making it difficult to figure out how to deal with it.

That's why Ivan had created three different aliases, attempting to play the game of playing tricks from different angles. The poet identity hadn't yielded any results, nor had the young sandworm hunter persona. Conversely, the unfamiliar adventurer, acting as a backup alias, had surprisingly easy access to the Freedom Fist, even earning the title of a direct disciple of its Grand Elder.

In the night wind, the tall black-haired boy rubbed his chin and gradually sorted out his thoughts.

With the female mage Heidi as an ally, the poet's identity can be retained for a while, but the identity of a young sandworm hunter is no longer of much significance.

and……

Ivan looked down at the Rogilas, which was disguised as a sand boat, with an embarrassed expression.

This ancient warship with a great origin————————model, although it has a great origin, in the short term, the only thing worth talking about is its great origin.

Before the subsequent transformation, the actual combat capability of this large cat-shaped vehicle, which we can call a battleship, was probably only slightly higher than that of a completely immobile model ship.

Don't forget, the Rogilas currently has one and only one most powerful attack weapon called...

Launch Captain!

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but look even more helpless.

Although things are so complicated that I want to borrow the cat's hand (paw ball), this cat's hand is really useless now except for being cute!

Even from the perspective of protecting potential assets, in the torrent of the times, or the storm of the times...

In short, before the real big trouble actually hits, Alvin plans to let the cats and bugs drive the sand boat to get ahead.

Chapter 51 The Key to the Problem

Desert nights are much colder than days.

Therefore, apart from the taverns filled with the smell of alcohol, other places seemed particularly deserted. Not even three-quarters of the people could be seen on the roads, big and small, and the same was true for the land ports that were busy during the day.

But in the engine room of the Rogilas, the atmosphere was even more boisterous than during the day.

Because this model modified battleship is going to be run.

The cat-powered generator is rolling!

On the energy supply device that looks like an enlarged hamster wheel, many carefully selected strong cats and insects are divided into three groups and take turns running on the machine.

In the running wheel, the little ones running hard all have a furry and extra round appearance. Even their hair looks extra shiny and oily, and they look like a group of furry spherical pillows.

After this period of recuperation, the cats and bugs, once hungry and full, had become completely fat with the abundance of food. Furthermore, the optimized life qualities of the magical creatures prevented them from becoming overweight, instead fully unleashing their physical potential, boosting both muscle strength and magical reserves to a new level.

This increased the charging efficiency of the Rogilas by several percentage points, and the sophisticated and complex mechanical structure inside began to run rapidly with bursts of roars.

The power of running, the magic emanating, all of these were integrated and transformed into the ancient model-level machinery of the Rogilas, which originated from thousands of years ago, in a way that was difficult to explain with current technology.

However, even at the model level, the Giant Kingdom's advanced technology inherited from the Uranus civilization still demonstrated god-like excellence.

Without alarming anyone, the huge Rogilas, shrouded in wooden camouflage, slowly and quietly left the land port like a silently drifting iceberg.

The cat-like adjutant with the navy's three-legged cat kept waving his hands, and watching the other party's furry figure gradually disappear into the distance, Ivan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this way, we can face the next challenge without any worries." While slowly clenching his five fingers, the black-haired boy spoke softly with a calm demeanor.

Although the cats, bugs and battleships cannot become immediate combat forces now, they can be regarded as part of the backup measures when they are free. Faced with a confusing game of cards, any card may become a trump card to reverse the entire situation at an unexpected time.

In fact, regarding the turmoil caused by the Witch King's secret magic, Alvin has become increasingly certain that there must be multiple conspiracies hidden in it.

In addition, whether the target of the whole thing is a certain person, a certain group, or a recovery target is also a question worth pondering.

While realizing this, Alvin became more and more curious about the existence of the Witch King's secret magic.

He had a hunch that the ruins of the Giant Kingdom he was searching for might be related to this. Yes, it might even be connected to Abyss, the underworld city buried a million meters underground.

After all, any powerful secret and extraordinary ritual cannot appear out of thin air.

In a wild place like the Silent Desert, where the overall level of politics, economy and extraordinary technology lags behind the continental average and the development speed is slow, it is impossible for the Witch King's secret magic to appear for no reason. Such a powerful secret ritual is one of the best in the entire continent and is likely to have reached the ruling level.

Therefore, after ruling out all other possibilities, the only thing left is the Giant Kingdom, which perished together with an unknown enemy thousands of years ago. This is the only advanced civilization with a profound connection with the Silent Desert and sufficient geographical location to have the possibility of creating such a powerful secret ritual.

Therefore, Alvin came to the subjective conclusion that the Witch King's secret magic might be related to the Giant Kingdom and its ruins.

Walking alone on the road back to the city, he couldn't help but recall the two major events that happened after the virtual world of Palladio in his previous life, namely the "Thousand Towers Rebellion" and the "Black Forest Evil Birth".

Calculating the time, the earlier of these two major events will take at least half a year to begin to ferment.

But considering the various changes caused by his coming to this world and the inevitable butterfly effect, Ivan, who had relaxed a little recently due to the resolution of the two regional conspiracies involving major countries, Elrond and Lind, immediately warned himself in his heart.

Don't let up easily, young man.

Despite this, a smile appeared on the black-haired boy's face. Compared to the excitement and fear he felt when he first crossed over to this world, he was now full of confidence in the future.

Speaking of which, time flies so fast. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The figure with hair as vivid as flames vaguely appeared in my memory. Perhaps after finishing the things here, it is time to go back and take a look.

An inexplicable smile formed on his face, but the curve of his mouth quickly returned to calm. While other countries were still more or less cloaked in a relatively gentle veil, the harshness of the desert made Ivan realize with exceptional clarity that this world was far more brutal than his previous life.

Not to mention the major events in his memory that were enough to shake up the entire world.

This is not good news for ordinary people and even the vast majority of extraordinary people.

If you ask yourself, as a game it might be an exciting wave of the times, but as someone who is actually in it, Alvin really doesn't think the end of the world is something to be happy about or interesting.

No matter how twisted a person is, he may not be willing to become part of the fun, let alone an ordinary person like him who, apart from being slightly good at studying, has very normal values...?

Slowly turning the diplomat's ring, the magic engraved in the ring that can change the user's appearance is quietly activated.

Ivan's young and handsome face became more mature until it took on the relatively ordinary features of the Northerner Walker.

This magic ring, infused with the power of immortal-level magic equipment, can deceive the perception of most extraordinary people and magical items, even the crowned ones who have reached the fourth level are no exception. This is why Alvin can disguise himself as a fake identity that is difficult for most extraordinary people to detect.

At present, although the news of the Witch King's secret magic has caused a stir in the entire desert city-state, it is still difficult for an individual to collect sufficient and credible information without the help of the intelligence channels of the Fist of Freedom or other organizations.

"So, the only thing I need to worry about is the test of conscience? Well, as a guy with one more heart than ordinary people, maybe I have an unexpected advantage in this regard?" Although he was joking, the expression on Ivan's face showed some helplessness.

In his previous life, when chatting with friends in the group chat, he could also shout out jokes like "I don't have a conscience!" without any pressure.

But in reality, as a man of the new age who still hadn't lost his integrity, Ivan knew he couldn't take it for granted and use others. Not to mention, after joining the Freedom Fists and learning about the ideals of the fighters, he quite agreed with them.

This is giving me a headache...

The tall, black-haired boy looked up at the city center in the distance. That was Ismailia, the most luxurious area of ​​this economic and trade city known as the Desert Rose - the Throne District.

Even at night, the throne area still shines brightly, like a city without nights that is always in daylight.

In the darkness of the night, a brilliant divine light like a burning flame gradually radiated from the depths of the young man's dark golden pupils.

There was no need to think too hard. The knowledge he learned from his previous life's education allowed Alvin to quickly free his mind from useless entanglements.

Lack of fresh water, food shortages, and a harsh climate—while these problems were difficult to solve, they weren't insurmountable. Importing magical technology from Lind and high-yield crops from Elrond were both viable solutions.

To this day, in this wild and harsh desert, there is only one biggest difficulty preventing the entire region from progressing towards a better future.

A century-old, decaying monarchy, an immortal, half-decayed king...

Five monsters dubbed the 'Witch Kings'!

Chapter 52 We Are Going

"Brother Brad, are you kidding?"

Ivan, who was learning a new boxing technique as Walker in the courtyard, looked at Brad who had just returned in astonishment, as if he had heard something incredible.

Just now, this Fist of Freedom fighter and cheap senior brother suddenly ran back in a hurry and told teacher Rigor and his junior brother Ivan an incredible news.

That is, the second wizard king who ruled the desert city-state of Ismailia for hundreds of years decided to choose his successor through a boxing match.

Not to mention that the Witch King's lifespan is unusual even for a transcendent being, and he doesn't need a successor at all. The choice of the latter is itself full of absurdity.

To put it another way, it was just like when the US presidential election entered the final round on the other side of the ocean in Ivan's previous life, the TV screen suddenly switched without any symptoms, and the female host who was originally wearing a neat suit inexplicably changed into a bunny girl costume and turned into a sign girl.

Then, she excitedly told the audience that the election mechanism for this presidential election would be temporarily changed, and it was time for the two candidates (whose average age was a mature 78 years old) to fight it out in the ring in a manly way, with real punches!

Hey everyone! Whichever of these two white-haired gentlemen can defeat the other will take the top spot in the Meili0 village and become the next leader of all fifty villages!!!

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The news he heard was so unbelievable that the expression on Alvin's face expressed the above meaning without any concealment.

At the same time, even Master Rigor, who always looked sleep deprived, couldn't help but raise his eyelids slightly and reveal a hint of surprise.

"Brad." The Grand Elder of the Fist of Freedom, whose body and mind were smaller than those of ordinary people, tapped the ground with his toes and floated in front of his disciple like a shadow that was completely unaffected by gravity.

After scanning him up and down with sharp eyes and confirming that he was indeed not affected by any magic or illusion, Rigor suddenly sniffed and muttered something in a strange tone.

"There should be a limit to words, and there should be no excess of wine."

"Teacher! I only drank half a cup of beer this morning to moisten my throat!" Brad subconsciously defended himself.

"No, that's not the key to the matter. I'm not drunk. That money-hungry tyrant really did send someone to issue a notice, saying they wanted to determine the desert's strongest fighter to inherit her position as the Second Wizard King."

“…” Rigor was silent now.

As a great elder who has lived for a long time, many bizarre and strange things are just old things he has seen before, and are not new or unfamiliar at all.

But the news he heard today made the elder fall into silence.

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A thoughtful look flashed in the old man's eyes. Although the incident was sudden, strange and absurd, these words did not make him lose his composure. Instead, he quickly saw an opportunity in it.

Despite this, Rigor's eyes revealed a hint of hesitation. As an elder, he was much calmer than most young people, but at the same time, he was far less decisive, or rather, less ruthless, than he had been in his youth.

"Teacher?" Brad, who was familiar with the Great Elder, seemed to have noticed something and asked tentatively: