Star Forge Titan

Considering that the city of Ismailia where Ivan is now has a detailed and traceable construction history. Moreover, the city was not built on the basis of a certain ruins, but was developed and constructed around the original large oasis.

The desert oasis appeared hundreds of years after the destruction of the Giant Kingdom. It was almost impossible for the oasis to be a small coincidence.

In other words, that powerful magical reaction deep underground, like a network of underground rivers, is likely to cover the entire Silent Desert! At least it will include most of this area!

So, Alvin came to a conclusion that even he himself found incredible.

When he used the Dou Qi Steel Armor, what he sensed through the secret breathing method of the Lan Dou Sheng Quan was probably some kind of super project covering the entire site of the Giant Kingdom.

As expected of the Giant Kingdom that inherited the legacy of the Titan Uranus civilization, it was able to accomplish spectacular super projects that were unimaginable for the newly emerging young civilizations.

"You just need to know that the secret breathing method has another name."

Just as he was sighing, Alvin heard Rigor sigh softly and slowly recite the real name of Lan Dou's secret breathing method.

"Breath of the Earth."

Chapter 84: Inspiration at Night

"Breath of the Earth."

Gently chanting the name, Alvin appeared alone outside the deserted city.

The amount of information he received tonight was really too much. He needed a quiet environment to think about it. At the same time, he also planned to try out some guesses that had just popped up in his mind.

Post-battle review is undoubtedly a very effective way to improve, as it allows you to identify your own shortcomings and learn from your opponent's strengths. Furthermore, if you don't use newly acquired skills a few times, you won't be able to understand their specific parameters, let alone put them into actual combat.

Recalling the feeling when the fighting spirit steel armor awakened just now, and the vague words from Master Rigor later.

Ivan also secretly pondered the differences between Lan Dou Sheng Quan's breathing method and other boxing styles. Despite his master's numerous hints, as a former fifth-level Paladin, he had a vague sense that something even more profound was hidden within.

That doesn't seem to be a breathing method, or rather, the so-called Lan Dou Sheng Quan secret breathing method - Breath of the Earth, its source may be another kind of secret method that is not a breathing method.

If this is true, then the current Breath of the Earth is likely a product of artificial modification towards the breathing method.

So who would have made the revisions? Mr. Rigor?

What was this other secret technique, not originally a breathing technique? Who had acquired it and from where? Could it be connected to the Giant Kingdom thousands of years ago?

Why change the originally powerful secret method into a breathing method?

Is it because the secret technique I obtained is incomplete? Or is it because the original secret technique has some limitations or fundamental flaws?

The power that enables people to resonate with the earth cannot come from the hands of any random person, and who knows what amazing effects the original version would have.

All kinds of thoughts came to his mind, but it was a pity that he was not the most knowledgeable orthodox academic wizard in the virtual world of Palladia. Otherwise, he would have been able to discover more hidden information from it.

However, this part alone is enough to make Alvin have many guesses.

At the same time, this also shows that what he just realized far exceeds what he said.

Facing the sincere master and senior brothers, I can't express everything I think in my heart, which makes me feel guilty.

However, this was unavoidable, as the various data upon which the subsequent deductions were based were beyond the grasp of an ordinary Northern adventurer. And he would have to use this persona for a while longer...

In addition, the process of cultivating the 'Fighting Steel Armor' seems simple, but its impact on Alvin is extremely profound.

Because that means that the extraordinary person has truly touched the depths of his own soul and gained the qualifications to embark on the path of the Fire Sword.

However, on the other hand, the existence of the foundation of the Great Mystery Realm and the special nature of the Titan bloodline's soul made Alvin realize that the soul power was far greater than that of ordinary transcendents.

It is a power beyond magic and a spiritual foundation beyond material existence.

It can be said that the black-haired boy, who was originally called the Seed of Perfection, finally broke through his outermost shell after awakening the power derived from his mind and will, and sprouted a promising future.

Whether this bud will eventually grow into a towering tree or a low shrub depends entirely on personal effort and nurturing through various means. Of course, the nurturing here isn't just ordinary money, but rather various extraordinary items that contribute to the development and advancement of one's own strength. Plans for a visit to the Dwarven Gem Museum and a trip to the Dragon's Lair can't be delayed any longer...

A dangerous expression unconsciously crept onto the boy's face, but when he thought of the two famous and wealthy races on the two continents, who were in a sense all family members, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Life is not easy...

In addition to the positive impact on the awakening of soul power, the cultivation of the fighting steel armor unexpectedly prompted the Steel God to complete the meditation method at this moment. After all, both involve the soul and mind.

In short, the characteristics of "steel" were thoroughly engraved into the violent raw magic power, and thus began to affect the user who controlled and continued to control this magic power.

Ivan's skin became more resilient, almost like a piece of flexible metal, and the bones in his body, which could serve as an additional mana pool to store magic, became even more indestructible.

The divine metal Orichalcum, which had originally been integrated into it like stars, actually began to grow strands of crystal branches like a living thing, and slowly formed a unique structure similar to a mesh honeycomb metal frame inside the skeleton.

It is conceivable that when this change is completely completed, Alvin's bone strength will be further improved, and the total amount of magic power accumulated as an additional mana pool will also experience a leapfrog development.

Feeling the subtle changes in his body, the black-haired boy's expression was inevitably a little strange.

This structure seems to transcend the needs of flesh and blood creatures. The creatures known as Titans tens of millions of years ago must have been even more outrageous. Just what astonishing bodies did they possess? And what risks and challenges did they face in order to evolve such powerful bodies?

While his curiosity was boiling, Alvin did not forget to try out his previous guess.

What he was planning to try right now was actually quite simple.

In addition to the changes to the various properties of the power itself, the configurational power of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist can transmit materialized "force" remotely through the medium it comes into contact with, even if it is transmitted through waves.

Regardless of whether the medium is the earth, water or air, the three most common states of matter represented by the three can be regarded as the medium for transmitting "force", and the only difference between them is the loss ratio in the process of "force" transmission.

When this configuration is fully mastered and touches the true ultimate force string of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, the conducting medium becomes space itself, and when using this as the medium to transmit "force", the loss is surprisingly close to zero.

That feeling was as if the distance between the "force" he emitted and the target of transmission had been eliminated out of thin air. It was truly incredible.

Putting aside the difference in media, this way of transmitting power also made Alvin think of a possibility, whether the configuration power of the Lan Dou Sheng Quan could be used to transmit other things.

For example, the power to reshape the world released by one's core talent.

This power was immensely powerful yet difficult to control. Under normal circumstances, Ivan could only tap into its most basic manifestations. Only when exposed to a vast source of magical energy could he break free from these limitations, fully activating his core talent, [Reshape the World], and thereby completing his transformation into Titan form, revealing his true form as a descendant of the Titans.

If boxing skills are combined with talent, perhaps unexpected and wonderful reactions will occur?

With a hint of excitement and curiosity, the tall black-haired boy raised his right hand. There was nothing in his palm, and he did not touch any substance other than air.

But when the dark golden magic light that reshaped the world lit up, tiny dust particles began to gather in the empty space. These were sand particles that were taken from the surrounding ground under the control of the force strings.

These densely packed sand grains continued to gather into a rotating ball of dust, and when the dark golden magic light that reshaped the world covered it, the originally loose sand immediately gathered together until it became a solid spherical rock.

Then, the solid spherical rock began to soften again, as if two invisible big hands stretched and kneaded it into a stone pillar.

The stone pillar did not stop changing. One end began to become sharp, gradually revealing the sharp structure of a javelin. The other end also changed, but became thicker. This would move the center of gravity of the javelin backward, so that it could be thrown farther.

During the entire process, Alvin's hands did not touch the reshaped material itself at all, which was very different from his previous method of using his innate abilities.

In the past, even if one wanted to use the power to reshape the world from a distance, it was usually necessary to use physical objects such as the earth and walls as a medium to transmit the power.

This method of use, apart from the mana consumption that you gradually don't have to worry about, will also affect the maximum conduction distance, resulting in a significant decrease in the practicality of the entire skill.

Now, even by relying on a simplified configuration to transmit waves, Alvin can transmit his power to reshape the world to a distance of a hundred meters, which has fully met the basic distance requirements of attack spells.

In addition...

Looking at the stone javelin floating thirty centimeters above his palm, Alvin narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. The javelin immediately turned back into sand and dust, and then gathered and transformed again until it became a transparent glass javelin.

Casually recalling the physics knowledge he had learned as a student, he incorporated the structure of the glass javelin into the structure of Rupert's Tear, making it reach the strength of the bulletproof glass in his previous life.

Of course, only the tip of the spear is strong enough; the tail end of the javelin becomes the Achilles' heel. Since throwing weapons don't need to be used a second time, consider it a physics review.

Speaking of which, the talent of reshaping the world is indeed quite exaggerated. After vaguely contacting the soul power, I can actually have a vague influence on the microscopic structure of the reshaping of objects...

After completing the experiment of using conductive and transparent waves to transmit the power to reshape the world, Alvin did not stop there.

Next, he wanted to try the true secret of the Lan Dou Holy Fist.

The boy's originally even breathing suddenly changed, and his deep breathing with the heavy feeling of the earth seemed to bring up a hurricane.

Secret - Force string control!

In a brief moment, the ultimate effect of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist was immediately activated. Ivan's arm muscles trembled slightly. Although he did not make any obvious movements, the glass javelin floating in the air moved without wind.

It was like being hurled forcefully by an invisible hand, whistling through the air and flying over two hundred meters. Then it pierced the ground effortlessly, even the butt of the gun was embedded in it, leaving only a deep, dark hole in its place.

"It actually works. It's much more convenient than throwing it with your hands." Alvin sighed softly.

At the same time, he inexplicably thought that he might be able to use this trick to pretend to be a wizard in the future, the kind that casts spells with muscles.

Considering that his mastery of the 'Fighting Qi Steel Armor' was still at the stage of the Steel Armor's virtual form, it was inconvenient for him to launch and retract the attack. In addition, Ivan's Steel Armor's virtual form was too large, and the noise it made when summoned would easily attract attention.

After comprehensive consideration, he did not make any further attempts to activate the Steel Armor Hollow Form.

However, after completing the previous simple experiment, more ideas emerged in Alvin's mind.

Part of it may have gone beyond the scope of the original Lan Dou Sheng Quan, and even he himself felt it was unlikely to be able to do it.

One last try...

With this thought in mind, Alvin raised his right hand again.

This time, he did not use his innate power to reshape the world, but simply threw a heavy punch forward from his position.

Originally, even if it was just an empty swing, with Ivan's exaggerated strength at this stage, the punch should have caused the ground to explode, leaving exaggerated marks like a 130mm howitzer bombardment.

But this punch seemed to have no force at all, and had no effect on the surrounding environment at all, because all the impact force was mixed into a ball and transferred forward by Ivan using the secret of "force string control".

For a moment, only the whistling sound of the air flow could be heard in my ears.

"Failed?" Ivan felt that the strength of his fist was indeed transferred out by the force string, but the expected change did not happen, which made him shake his head in embarrassment.

It seems that I have been thinking too much. At this stage, I should just study and research the relevant knowledge of the 'Fighting Steel Armor' with my master honestly, and don't rush to come up with some weird moves.

The black-haired boy sighed and turned away. The traces on the spot would soon be covered by the yellow sand blown by the desert, so he was not worried about causing unnecessary trouble.

But after a while after Alvin's figure disappeared in the distance, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred on the ground where he was just now.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely regular circular gap was dug out of the sand out of thin air.

The whole process took place without any sign, like a video clip with several frames cut out. Only the neat semicircular depression on the ground silently told of the strange scene that had just occurred.

Soon, even this last trace was buried again by the sand and dust blown by the evening breeze.

Everything in the night returned to peace again.

Chapter 85: Shadow of the Outer Realm

Shaye Palace, the house of colored glaze.

"I am a mere merchant, coming to see you late at night. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

In front of the Witch King Menes, a man covered in a black robe knelt on the ground with great respect.

"A handwritten letter from Hunidaman, a mere businessman?" Menes sat expressionlessly on a bench made of twisted tree roots. He looked as if he had merged with the night behind him, giving off a strange sense of distortion.

The letter of introduction in her hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and the rapidly rising flames continuously devoured the paper. At the same time, the high-temperature flames also included the Witch King's fingers, but this did not cause her any harm, as if the flames had no temperature at all.

The name Hunidaman, mentioned by Menes, was the same as her own, belonging to a certain dynasty leader from the ancient history of the Silent Desert. However, the name that the Sorcerer-King Menes remembered so strongly was obviously not the leader of the vanished old dynasty, but the name of the Sorcerer-King who currently ruled another desert city-state.

Hunidaman, the third Sorcerer-King of Faiyum, was a conspiracy king known for his cunning and deceit, and his titles were largely related to these characteristics.

The Desert Fox - Hunidaman, the Cunning Fox - Hunidaman, the above are the titles held by the Third Wizard King.

Facing Menes' words, the person holding Hunidaman's handwritten letter kept smiling without saying a word, but that smile was somewhat playful, as if in their eyes, the Witch King was just an ordinary mortal.

But when he felt the vitality in his body rapidly draining away, this calmness and wisdom immediately melted away like ice and snow in the sun.

The unknown man in black robes trembled slightly, forcing himself to remain calm, but his soul emanated a sense of panic. This caused Menes' beautiful face, previously expressionless, to begin to smile, a smile as pure and cruel as a child pouring boiling water on an anthill.

"Wait, Your Majesty Menes... Damn it! The plan the bishop said is not like this at all... Could it be... Your Majesty! Your Majesty Menes!!! I have something to say... I... cough..." The surprised and puzzled voice gradually turned into anger, and stopped abruptly after reaching a certain climax.

When all the letter papers were burned to ashes by the flames, the Witch King Menes suddenly took a deep breath and smiled as if he smelled some refreshing fragrance.

Afterwards, she rubbed her fingers gently, letting the last bit of ash between her fingers float away into the air.

At the same time, the black-robed man who had just stood in front of Menis was now left with only a black robe, and his body and soul had silently turned completely into a handful of dry and fine white sand, and a grain of angular magic sand.

The Witch King raised his hand and let the glowing gravel fall into the lake. The faint light was dragged to the bottom of the lake, and soon, together with countless gravels that also emitted magical light, gathered into the huge hourglass made of glass.

"Who could it be, the Heaven of Transformation, the Heaven of Corruption, the Heaven of Slaughter, or the Heaven of Desire?"

The soliloquy game lasted only a second before Menis, with a sickly smile on his face, gave the answer himself.

"It doesn't matter. Anyone is fine. Anyway, it's meaningless."

"Just as they promised..."

Menis bit her fingers, and her eyes widened so wide that the proportions of her facial features began to distort and become unbalanced.

Deep within those bloodshot eyes, a riot of color shimmered, like an overturned palette of paint. These complex, blended colors swirled constantly, rapidly merging and separating, always maintaining a strange, intertwined state of straddling the line between fusion and separation.

"Hunidaman's cleverness is as usual..." Menis shook his head.

"Meaningless."