Star Forge Titan

This talent was obviously based on magic to interfere with everything in the world. In other words, if one's understanding of magic reached a certain level, perhaps one would be able to transform other substances outside the earth's realm without the need for a talent enhancement ritual.

Keeping this idea in mind, Alvin put the two parts together and directly completed the welding through [Reshape the World], or in other words, fixed the parts for seamless fusion.

Finally, a hand cannon so heavy that an ordinary person needs both hands to lift it was completed.

Like the 'Self-Propelled Gem Bomb', this gun is called the Crusher. It is said that the inventor originally intended to name it the 'Pink Fluffy Rabbit', but was stopped by his companions with their fists.

In short, this heavy pistol is also the result of the Chain Hammer Technology Restoration Club. It is one of a series of weapons they developed specifically for firing "self-propelled gem bombs".

Although not much consideration is given to aesthetic elements, this musket with straight lines displays a unique violent aesthetic beneath its plain appearance.

The gun has a straight geometric body, a square magazine in front of the trigger that is the same length as the barrel, and the only slightly curved part is probably the grip that fits in the human hand.

If calculated based on real-world weapon data, this heavy weapon has an astonishing .75 caliber barrel. The recoil generated by the "self-propelled gem bomb" of this caliber at the moment of activation is likely to cause a comminuted fracture of an ordinary person's arm when fired with one hand.

But for Ivan, whose strength attribute exceeded 20 points and reached the extraordinary realm after undergoing the transformation secret ritual, he could easily complete the continuous cycle of firing, using muscle strength to offset the recoil, and then continuing to fire.

Next comes the bullet.

Taking out a complete fire element crystal gem and several corroded iron ingots, Alvin playfully pressed them together with his hands together.

Then, with a clanking sound, a handful of self-propelled gemstone bombs landed on the table like bouncing pinballs. Before the explosive warheads were activated with magical energy, this ammunition was actually much safer than expected. Even a hard hit with a hammer would at most shatter the elemental crystal gems.

After the preparations were complete, Alvin happily pressed the gem bombs one by one into the magazine, the spare magazine, the spare spare magazine, the spare spare magazine, and the spare spare magazine, and...

That night, after having dinner with Afrediya and telling her some things, he left Schönbrunn Palace alone, shaking off the spies who were following him and arrived at the chaotic lower town.

The nights here are even more bustling than the days. The orange-yellow light of kerosene lamps illuminates the narrow streets and alleys. All kinds of people can be seen everywhere soliciting business and setting up stalls.

Ivan, cloaked in a mask, ignored the others. After avoiding thieves and other potential troublemakers, he quickly reached the crime scene he had searched earlier that day. His excellent sense of direction, cultivated from his game-playing routines, allowed him to memorize even the roads he had only traversed once.

Because the bodies of the deceased had been moved and the security environment in the downtown area was very poor, some people were inherently hostile to the sheriff.

So apart from a few warning signs, there were no sheriffs stationed here to guard the area.

Alvin walked quickly towards the crime scene during the day, but at the last moment before turning a corner, he suddenly stopped.

A faint breathing sound came from the other side of the corner. The other party was obviously a professional. His deliberately suppressed breathing was difficult to detect even in the silent night, but it was particularly obvious to Ivan's enhanced auditory perception.

His right hand silently pulled out the heavy pistol - Crusher from his belt, and following the double trigger made of magic-friendly metal with excellent magic conductivity, a weak magic power that hardly emitted any fluctuations activated the .75 caliber self-propelled gem bomb to an active state.

In a sense, this is the Smasher's safety switch.

Time passed minute by minute, and the bright moon emitting a faint silver light slowly climbed into the sky.

At a certain moment when the light angle changed, Alvin suddenly dodged and jumped out of the corner, pointing the crusher in his hand at the lurker's position without hesitation. The backlight environment made him look taller than usual, and it also made him difficult to lock because of the light and shadow.

Then, he was surprised to find that the lurker was also holding a pistol in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the two men stood facing each other, their weapons pointing at each other.

With the help of the bright moonlight, Alvin saw the person coming clearly. The man's squinting eyes opened slightly to reveal a sharp look. His already pale face looked almost pale under the moonlight, and his withered yellow hair was messed up like a bird's nest.

"Kayon Paulus, this is truly...an adventure."

Ivan sighed with a low laugh.

Chapter 41: The Two Guns of Justice

You should be able to guess it, right?

After all, that guy was the least barbarian-like barbarian I had ever seen.

Thinking of this, Khayon, wearing the Wandering Soul Cloak, avoided the bright moonlight and walked in the shadows.

This was one of the keys to his survival of the cruel apprenticeship period with the Undead faction. In addition to being a mage, he was also a former rogue candidate.

During the years when he was an orphan surviving on his own, Khayon mixed in with the gangs in the downtown area. Because he was smart and agile, he was taught the full set of wanderer training by an old thief.

Although he did not have the money to complete the promotion ceremony until the end, he had mastered the relevant stealth skills and lock picking skills to perfection. He was so skilled in using a dagger that he could even carve the image of his childhood playmate on a potato.

After meeting the foreign woman who claimed to be the manager of the Genoa Chamber of Commerce during the day, he did not waste any time. After making preparations to hide his whereabouts, he rode an ordinary nag horse and left the "Hill of Three Towers" where the three wizard towers of the Undead School were located and returned to Avonmore alone.

After leaving his horse in an inconspicuous inn on the street, Khayon put on a wandering soul cloak to reduce his presence and came to the lower city.

Having grown up here, he knew that the sheriff would never stay in the chaotic downtown area at night, so he walked towards the crime scene without hesitation.

Because the sheriff had just been there during the day, neither gang members, thieves looking for targets, nor prostitutes soliciting customers would come near this place, so the alley leading to the crime scene was extremely quiet and there was no one to be seen.

Khayon summoned a small undead-detecting eye made from the eye of the beholder - the Dead Soul Eye. It looked like an eyeball with a single leg as thick as a matchstick, moving in a jumping manner.

After sharing the advanced perception of his undead subordinates through a magic link, Khayon avoided the puddles on the street and continued to move forward.

The soft leather boots made the black-robed wizard's footsteps so quiet that they were almost imperceptible. His movements were also agile and swift, as if he had turned into a silent shadow, completely blending in with the shadows cast by the buildings on both sides of the street under the moonlight.

But when he was about to turn a corner from the crime scene, Ka Yang suddenly stopped.

Although he didn't hear any sound, the Dead Soul Eye on his shoulder suddenly widened like a duck with its throat pinched, and a dark area that made people subconsciously hold their breath appeared in the shared perception.

Compared to the evenly distributed free magic in the surrounding environment, the condensed and suppressed violent force is like an impenetrable curtain, covering all magical reactions in the small area, forming a closed area that is impossible to peek into like a mobile black box.

Since there are no abnormal fluctuations of its own, ordinary mages will not notice its existence except for special undead like the Dead Soul Eye who specialize in reconnaissance. Even those with keen perception will at most feel that the environmental magic is a little strange.

What the hell is this? A high-level aberration that's infiltrated Avonmore? Could someone be summoning a demon? Black mana. Damn it, the closer it gets to positive energy, the redder it gets, the closer it gets to negative energy, the purpler it gets. But where's the black in the mana spectrum?

How could there be something like this in downtown!?!

Ka Yang stopped where he was, sweating profusely. He didn't dare to use magic, fearing that it would attract the other party's attention.

Whoever strikes first will go to heaven, and whoever strikes later will go to hell.

Silently reciting the slang that the old thief often said, the black-robed wizard made up his mind to ambush the other party, so he took out the Lind steam pistol that the foreign woman had casually thrown to him in the afternoon.

Although when he first got it, he acted like a country bumpkin who had never touched this kind of weapon before.

But in fact, it is not the case. After Lind held a celebratory parade, Khayang became very interested in magic technology. Compared with the traditional magic that has been developed for thousands of years, he believes that it is the new direction of magic development and a new discipline that can change the world.

Therefore, the hand cannon was not unfamiliar to Khayon, and some of his previous experience with the crossbow could be applied to this weapon. Coupled with the wisdom of a spellcaster, it only took him a few hours to basically master the use of this weapon.

It does not require the user's own magic power, but its power is close to that of a strengthened magic missile.

Times have changed! This thing is simply a new weapon designed specifically for mages!

He silently turned on the safety on the cylindrical gas storage device hanging on the side of his belt, the valve of the high-pressure gas cylinder was unlocked, and the steam pistol began to enter the standby firing state.

The gas was injected into the sealed chamber inside the gun through the tube. The pressure gauge installed on the side of the gun that displayed the air pressure in the barrel began to rotate, and the slender brass pointer came to the central green area, which indicated that the gun could shoot lead bullets at extremely high speed at any time.

According to Kayang's own tests, the 9mm diameter lead bullet is powerful enough to threaten most low-level transcendents at close range.

An entire gas cylinder can fire twelve lead bullets in a row, and then it is necessary to use the magic steam device on the waist to inhale and pressurize, and reload the lead bullets at the same time. It can only continue to fire after enough high-pressure steam is stored.

Come on, show me what you are!

Holding his breath and trying not to make any sound, Khayang waited at the corner, motionless like a stone.

The moon rose slowly, and when the moonlight shone directly into the black-robed wizard's eyes, Khayang suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes. Something blocked the moonlight, and the sudden change in light and shadow made him unable to see clearly for a while.

Just as the black-robed wizard was about to pull the trigger, the cold touch on his forehead made him subconsciously stop all movements.

After adjusting to the change in light intensity, he heard a slightly teasing voice in his ear.

"Kayon Paulus, this is truly...an adventure."

Ivan looked at the Lind pistol in Khayon's hand with some surprise. The pistol was decorated with a golden eagle relief, had a barometer on the side of the gun body, was made of walnut and brass and had an overall steampunk style.

Where did he get this thing?

If I remember correctly, the Linde Military-Industrial Alliance wasn't established until next year, right? Even the Linde North County Gun Association hadn't appeared yet, so how could Linde's magical steam guns have spread to Elrond?

This style does look more appealing.

Looking down at the square crusher in his hand, an inexplicable sense of comparison arose in Alvin, who secretly decided to go back and spend time decorating it, making a complete set!

On the other side, Khayang looked nervously at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, which seemed to be several times larger in caliber than his own. He cursed inwardly where this barbarian got such a dangerous thing from, and what was going on with the magical reaction on his body?

If he had not summoned the Dead Eye this time, he would never have thought that the magic power reserves of a barbarian were comparable to those of a second-level wizard like himself, and the type of magic power was even a deeper black than the purple that symbolized negative energy in the mana spectrum.

When he thought about the possibility of having to deal with such a dangerous person in the future, Ka Yang secretly made up his mind to ask the foreign woman from the Genoa Chamber of Commerce to buy a gun with a larger caliber.

However, the black-robed wizard appeared to be indifferent on the surface, and took the initiative to put the magic steam gun back into the hidden gun bag under his arm.

Of course, he didn't forget to bleed the steam out of the chamber and close the valve before putting it in. If it went off accidentally, who knows if there would be a fatal misunderstanding.

"The weather is nice, are you out for a walk too?" Ka Yang didn't know how to start the conversation, so he had to tell a very lame joke.

"You left the word 'justice' at the scene because you wanted to talk to us, didn't you? What's the specific situation?" Ivan ignored the nonsensical jokes coming out of the black-robed wizard's mouth and went straight to the point.

The word "justice" was left at the crime scene after killing a character who might be an insider, and there is a high probability that the murderer is from the Undead faction.

Others who don't know these two key pieces of information may not be able to connect the two things together, but Alvin quickly understood what Khayang wanted to convey secretly.

"Of course it's a big deal." Before telling the information, Khayang habitually wanted to rub his fingers.

But after looking at the only magical equipment on Alvin, the Wandering Soul Cloak that he could only use as a short cloak, if he remembered correctly, this thing was "borrowed" from him.

Now Alvin is two meters and three meters tall, but Khayon is only one meter and seventy-three meters tall, not even as tall as Afrediya who is one meter and seventy-nine. Naturally, his cloak can only be used as a short cloak for Alvin.

"Forget it, just consider it a gift." The black-robed wizard shrugged helplessly.

"Since you are here, you must have known that Caesar's true identity is a spy, right? Then, I want to know who was the first to report to Her Royal Highness the Princess after Caesar's death?" Ka Yang asked first.

"Why are you asking this?" Alvin did not answer his question directly.

"I suspect that the Undead faction has another spy in the Reformist faction, otherwise they would not easily sacrifice a spy who has been lying in ambush for a long time, even if they suspect that he may have been exposed or defected." Khayang was straightforward. Anyway, he didn't want to stay in the Undead faction for the rest of his life.

"Brutus," Irving said the man's name.

"Brutus? That seems to make sense."

"Is he another spy?"

"It's possible." Khayon nodded.

"The middleman who helped me arrange for Caesar to come out hasn't shown up. If he's also a spy planted by the Undead faction within the Reformists, that would explain why Caesar came to a remote place like the Lower City without a second thought. You know, that's not the cautious reaction a spy should have."

"In short, don't let that silly altruist be fooled." Kayang shook his head helplessly.

"I understand. I will tell Frey about this." Ivan nodded.

"Hmph, thank you for your help then." The black-robed wizard continued unhappily:

"Also, did you know that Lucius, the great wizard of the Undead faction, is a cultist?"

"I saw it the first time I saw his clone."

"That kind of turbid spiritual light most likely relied on external forces such as magic potions or evil god rituals during the promotion. Haha, what a foolish and short-sighted behavior." Alvin sneered.

For a calculator-type player like him who likes to pile up data to reach the extreme attributes, the upgrade method that will lower the upper limit is simply blasphemy. He feels uncomfortable just looking at it.

"...You seem to know it very well." Ka Yang was stunned and said with some surprise.

"Okay, let's talk about the second one." Pressing the Dead Soul Eye on his shoulder, the black-robed wizard looked up at the black-haired barbarian who was much taller than him with some dissatisfaction:

"Please suppress the fluctuations in magic power, otherwise, my undead detection system will not be able to monitor the surrounding environment."

"...Sorry." Alvin shrugged and controlled the magic fluctuations to coordinate with the surrounding environment.

He plays the role of an engineering knight in the game, and usually conducts various assaults on the front battlefield, unlike the stealth player who needs to take a detour to launch sneak attacks, so he does not have the habit of maintaining a stealth maneuver mode in his daily actions.

But this doesn't mean that Alvin can't do this. After all, even a main battle tank needs to hide and act as a sneak shooter occasionally.

After resuming his inspection of the surroundings, the insecure Ka Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, his face turned serious and he continued:

"Lucius Sura, the fourth-rank wizard who previously hunted Fu... and the eldest princess, has recently been creating some kind of dangerous giant undead. Its combat power is estimated to be comparable to that of a fourth-rank wizard. Combined with the blessing of the evil god ritual, it is possible to destroy the entire Avonmore."

"Apocalypse level!" Ivan blurted out.

Although he guessed that the other party must have some big plan, he did not expect that by the end of the new calendar year 1885, the School of Undead had already begun to manufacture this kind of strategic-level magic weapon.

"That doesn't make sense. How could he power a giant undead of that magnitude? Has your school of necromancy's magic furnace technology reached that level? Or is he using himself as a battery? Ha, a great wizard could barely keep it running for about five minutes."

Ivan looked at the stunned Khayang with suspicion, thinking that the other party must be hiding some bigger secret.

Why do you look so familiar?

Are you a barbarian or am I a barbarian?

Am I the necromancer or are you the necromancer?

A sense of absurdity surged over the black-robed wizard, giving him the illusion that the roles had been reversed.

"I'm not finished." Khayon raised his hands.

"He plans to use the lives and souls of a large number of ordinary people in the entire city to drive the undead, and then use it as a medium to communicate with the evil god's body far away in the deep hell to exchange for something. As for what it is, I haven't found out yet, I think it's nothing more than boring things like eternal life." As if remembering something, the black-robed wizard showed a sarcastic and disdainful expression on his face.