Star Forge Titan

The attacker said nothing, but pushed aside the inexplicably shocked Gripi, grabbed the black-robed goblin and tried to jump out of the broken window.

Suddenly, a powerful punch struck the attacker from the side, striking him squarely in the cheek and sending the short figure flying two or three meters. During this attack, the unidentified attacker, not caring about his own health, instead struggled to protect the cursing black-robed goblin.

"Bastard!" Gripi cursed loudly like thunder.

"You guy, you are obviously a dwarf as well, why do you help this evil gang to attack your own people!" The young dwarf's eyes widened, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

He didn't understand, he absolutely couldn't understand how a dwarf could help the evil people to slaughter his entire family. How could the other party be so cruel!

The attacker's hooded robe was knocked off by Grepina's punch, revealing a face covered with scars and a numb expression. Although the dense scars made it difficult to see his appearance, there was no doubt that he was also a dwarf.

What concerned Alvin most was the strange implant on the dwarf's temple.

The thing looked like a silver round bottle cap. On the surface, only the bottle cap-sized fixing device was visible outside the skin, but there were obviously more invisible parts deeply embedded in the flesh.

Moreover, when Alvin observed it with his special vision that could see the flow of magic power, he vaguely discovered that there was always a faint magical glow flickering inside.

A magical device of unknown function...

"Go! Go!" The black-robed goblin trembled and pulled out a whip that looked harmless.

The whip was only about the length of a forearm and had no deterrent effect at all. However, upon seeing the whip, the numb expression on the attacking dwarf's face suddenly trembled, and a look of extreme fear appeared in his eyes.

"Yes... yes, master of the whip." It seemed as if he hadn't spoken for decades. His voice sounded like stones rubbing against each other, dry and hoarse.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, and his five fingers clenched in an instant as if unconsciously. The amazing effect of the force string control immediately appeared, and the whip in the black-robed goblin's hand was forcibly pulled away by a force that appeared out of thin air.

Then, it floated and flew into the open fingers of the black-haired boy.

"Stop." A simple command was given, but the attacking dwarf did not follow it and continued to try to escape from the goldsmith shop with the black-robed goblin.

"Isn't it that simple?" Alvin muttered, and before he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he relied on his amazing physical fitness to unleash an exaggerated movement effect that seemed like teleportation in the eyes of ordinary people.

Ivan flashed and appeared behind the attacking dwarf, raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck with incredible precision, compressing the blood vessels and causing hypoxia due to suffocation, causing the opponent to faint in a short time measured in seconds.

The black-robed goblin, who had seen a glimmer of hope, fell into deeper and darker despair. This could be seen from its half-open mouth and eyes that were almost wide open.

Damn it, the intelligence only mentioned targets below the First Level, so how could they have found such powerful reinforcements? Could they be subordinates of other wizard kings? But he had never heard of anyone who matched the appearance of this ridiculously young stranger before him.

At this moment, the attacking dwarf, who was clearly unconscious, suddenly twitched all over, and a strange red light appeared in his eyes.

"The mission has completely failed. Execute the suicide order."

Unexpected changes also happened to the black-robed goblin. When despair completely enveloped its heart, the fear on its face completely disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an expression as dull and without any fluctuation as that of a robot.

"The mission has completely failed. Execute the suicide order."

Ivan made a judgment in a very short time, raised his hand and held down the attacking dwarf. The power transmitted by the force string instantly enveloped his whole body, stopping all the opponent's subsequent actions.

But this would be extremely exhausting. After all, the force string control itself is an ultimate-level boxing configuration. To activate multiple paths at the same time is simply too much for Ivan, who is just starting to learn. Therefore, he temporarily ignored the black-robed goblin on the other side.

In just one or two seconds, the black-robed goblin over there raised his hands and hugged his head without hesitation. When Grippy next to him reacted and rushed forward to stop him, he twisted his arms with all his strength without hesitation and broke his own neck!

The terrifying scene came to a halt, just like the black-robed goblin's breathing.

For a moment, the house fell into unbearable silence again, and only the strong smell of blood in the air told of what had just happened.

Chapter 93 The Whipped

"Instead of running away, you attacked me?"

Ivan made a teasing sound and waved his hand to block the falling heavy axe blade.

Although it was a flesh and blood body, when it collided with the metal weapon, a large cluster of bright red sparks visible to the naked eye burst out.

A boxer who has reached the level of being able to kill with ease can activate the power of his boxing configuration at any time. At the moment he was blocked just now, Alvin activated the core configuration of the Flowing Stone Fist - Hard Rock.

The dark, crystalline skin that covered the front of his forearm possessed a hardness stronger than steel, yet possessed a toughness that steel lacked, making it even tougher than most armor. Of course, this was simply a disguise Ivan had created, considering his current identity.

Before encountering a truly difficult enemy, he always pretends to be a bit tough.

Otherwise, this ordinary metal weapon that doesn't even have any enchantment or enhancement, even if it is a fine product made by a dwarf craftsman himself, can't easily break through the passive protection that operates automatically around Ivan.

The virtual scale steel armor, formed by the resonance of the dual talents of 'Invisible Scales' and 'Blessing of Steel - Immortal Body', can easily block almost all weapons made of ordinary iron. At the same time, it can also roll up invisible force field sharp scales, which in turn can strangle the attacker into pieces.

This kind of fully automatic defense system that integrates offense and defense is a bug-level skill that is enough to make knowledgeable players curse the planner even in the virtual game world of Palladia that Ivan experienced before crossing over.

However, the person who was currently attacking Alvin obviously did not have the time to understand such things. After the failed surprise attack, he had already fallen into an extremely unfavorable situation.

After blocking the axe blade with his arm covered by the power of the boxing configuration, he raised his hand and grabbed it. The five fingers wrapped in black sharp crystals were like the claws of a roaring tiger, directly outlining five parallel thin lines in the air.

The distance between the two sides was almost close, and Alvin used the secret of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist - the force string control more and more skillfully, directly converting all the strength used in the process of swinging his hand into sharp slashes released by his fingers.

Five thin lines invisible to the naked eye were like a hot knife cutting through butter, cutting the heavy battle axe in the attacker's hand into several pieces out of thin air.

The difference between a boxer who has reached the realm of free-killing and an ordinary fighter is no longer something that can be bridged by a single metal weapon. This is one of the reasons why high-level fighters of the Free Fist continue to choose to fight with bare hands. They have fully adapted to this fighting style and can use it to exert even greater power.

What was somewhat surprising was that the attackers whose weapons were destroyed did not retreat. Instead, they took advantage of the gap when Ivan destroyed the weapons and rushed towards the black-robed goblin captured by Gripi.

"Get me out now, you stupid slave!" The goblin, who was missing half a row of teeth, gave an unclear command.

The attacker said nothing, but pushed aside the inexplicably shocked Gripi, grabbed the black-robed goblin and tried to jump out of the broken window.

Suddenly, a powerful punch struck the attacker from the side, striking him squarely in the cheek and sending the short figure flying two or three meters. During this attack, the unidentified attacker, not caring about his own health, instead struggled to protect the cursing black-robed goblin.

"Bastard!" Gripi cursed loudly like thunder.

"You guy, you are obviously a dwarf as well, why do you help this evil gang to attack your own people!" The young dwarf's eyes widened, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

He didn't understand, he absolutely couldn't understand how a dwarf could help the evil people to slaughter his entire family. How could the other party be so cruel!

The attacker's hooded robe was knocked off by Grepina's punch, revealing a face covered with scars and a numb expression. Although the dense scars made it difficult to see his appearance, there was no doubt that he was also a dwarf.

What concerned Alvin most was the strange implant on the dwarf's temple.

The thing looked like a silver round bottle cap. On the surface, only the bottle cap-sized fixing device was visible outside the skin, but there were obviously more invisible parts deeply embedded in the flesh.

Moreover, when Alvin observed it with his special vision that could see the flow of magic power, he vaguely discovered that there was always a faint magical glow flickering inside.

A magical device of unknown function...

"Go! Go!" The black-robed goblin trembled and pulled out a whip that looked harmless.

The whip was only about the length of a forearm and had no deterrent effect at all. However, upon seeing the whip, the numb expression on the attacking dwarf's face suddenly trembled, and a look of extreme fear appeared in his eyes.

"Yes... yes, master of the whip." It seemed as if he hadn't spoken for decades. His voice sounded like stones rubbing against each other, dry and hoarse.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, and his five fingers clenched in an instant as if unconsciously. The amazing effect of the force string control immediately appeared, and the whip in the black-robed goblin's hand was forcibly pulled away by a force that appeared out of thin air.

Then, it floated and flew into the open fingers of the black-haired boy.

"Stop." A simple command was given, but the attacking dwarf did not follow it and continued to try to escape from the goldsmith shop with the black-robed goblin.

"Isn't it that simple?" Alvin muttered, and before he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he relied on his amazing physical fitness to unleash an exaggerated movement effect that seemed like teleportation in the eyes of ordinary people.

Ivan flashed and appeared behind the attacking dwarf, raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck with incredible precision, compressing the blood vessels and causing hypoxia due to suffocation, causing the opponent to faint in a short time measured in seconds.

The black-robed goblin, who had seen a glimmer of hope, fell into deeper and darker despair. This could be seen from its half-open mouth and eyes that were almost wide open.

Damn it, the intelligence only mentioned targets below the First Level, so how could they have found such powerful reinforcements? Could they be subordinates of other wizard kings? But he had never heard of anyone who matched the appearance of this ridiculously young stranger before him.

At this moment, the attacking dwarf, who was clearly unconscious, suddenly twitched all over, and a strange red light appeared in his eyes.

"The mission has completely failed. Execute the suicide order."

Unexpected changes also happened to the black-robed goblin. When despair completely enveloped its heart, the fear on its face completely disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an expression as dull and without any fluctuation as that of a robot.

"The mission has completely failed. Execute the suicide order."

Ivan made a judgment in a very short time, raised his hand and held down the attacking dwarf. The power transmitted by the force string instantly enveloped his whole body, stopping all the opponent's subsequent actions.

But this would be extremely exhausting. After all, the force string control itself is an ultimate-level boxing configuration. To activate multiple paths at the same time is simply too much for Ivan, who is just starting to learn. Therefore, he temporarily ignored the black-robed goblin on the other side.

In just one or two seconds, the black-robed goblin over there raised his hands and hugged his head without hesitation. When Grippy next to him reacted and rushed forward to stop him, he twisted his arms with all his strength without hesitation and broke his own neck!

The terrifying scene came to a halt, just like the black-robed goblin's breathing.

For a moment, the house fell into unbearable silence again, and only the strong smell of blood in the air told of what had just happened.

Chapter 94: The Enslaved

"Damn it! The clue is broken!"

Grippy let go of the goblin's body and let it fall to the ground, unable to help but let out a curse.

Ivan withdrew some of the configuration power, and the black crystal arm armor on his arms immediately faded away quickly like an extinguished flame, but he did not let go of the hand that was holding the attacker.

The manner in which the two black-robed men had just committed suicide was strange, but Ivan had seen similar spells in the virtual world of Palladio. It was an evil magic that used language as a medium, implanting trigger-type, forced commands deep within the recipient's consciousness. Once the triggering conditions were met, the person would involuntarily repeat the instructions and perform the corresponding actions.

This kind of spell is very rare, and I didn't expect to see it in a remote area like the Silent Desert.

Furthermore, the black-robed figure's behavior had also made Ivan suspicious. At the very least, a combatant with a collar and chains around his neck was clearly different from a suicidal goblin.

The relationship between the two parties is like that between a hunter and his hound, or between a craftsman and his tools, with an absolute difference in status between them.

As for why a weak and stupid race like the Goblins would serve as commanders, perhaps the mastermind behind them had his own ideas.

But then again, the goblins' stupidity is relative. If they received a systematic education, they would at least reach the average passing level of normal humans. In a sense, they might even appear smarter than some uneducated humans. That's the power of civilization, not simply racial differences.

Putting aside all the questions in his mind for the time being, Alvin now had to deal with this dwarf who was obviously being controlled by someone.

The magic device implanted in the opponent's temple most likely had a great impact on his self-awareness. Judging from the dense scars on his body, there must have been other external interference, and there was even a high probability that banned drugs were used to force him to become addicted.

Ultimately, these cruel methods have collectively created the puppet-like combatants who lack self-awareness.

They found some ropes and tied the dwarf tightly to prevent him from committing suicide due to the pre-implanted command. The subsequent work of removing the curse was relatively complicated and could not be completed in such a simple environment.

So, Alvin began to check the remaining bodies of several other fighters.

As expected, these people all had the same magical device implanted in their temples, and their physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people, with all of them reaching a level close to the average value of first-level combat professionals.

Among them, the particularly tall ogre, due to his racial characteristics and physical advantages, possesses recovery ability and strength that is several times stronger than the average level of a first-level warrior.

Seeing Ivan's behavior, Greeppi, who was caring for the dwarf, clenched his fists. He also realized that his compatriot was acting strangely, and at the same time, he became increasingly angry at the man behind the scenes. If his anger was ten points just now, it was now at least twelve points!

Picking up the chains on the ground, Alvin noticed that the design of these chains was very ingenious.

The part held by the black-robed goblin has a spring that can be pressed. By pressing it and then pulling it lightly, the connection between the chain and the collar can be temporarily disconnected, allowing the originally restrained combatant to move freely.

This style, how can it be like a slave...

Ivan frowned and waved his fingers in the air a few times, causing the dead black-robed goblin to turn naked with a puff. Although it was an eyesore, he could not care less for the time being in order to find clues.

Although there is a superior-subordinate relationship between the two, from the point of view that the suicide order has been implanted in their minds in advance, there is no essential difference between them to the mastermind behind the scenes. They are all consumables that can be discarded at any time.

As expected, Ivan found an ugly brand on the goblin's arm. The burn scar, reddish-brown with a hint of black, resembled the mouth of a beast with two pairs of sharp fangs, likely the emblem of a certain power.

Unlike skin paintings such as tattoos, branding is a scar created directly by burning with a red-hot iron mold.

The whole process can be said to be extremely cruel. The perpetrator would first burn the branding iron with patterns carved or bent in the flame until it was red hot, and then press it directly onto the person to be branded.

Accompanied by severe pain and the sizzling sound of burning flesh, the branded person will have a charred mark on his body that can never be erased.

In this process, there is even a chance that a person will die in pain.

Seeing this mark, Gripi suddenly fell silent.

"Do you know him?" Ivan asked in a low voice:

"Yeah." Grippy nodded.

"There is only one force that would do such a thing."

"The fifth Witch King, the bloodthirsty Hopt." Gripi gritted his teeth and said as he pulled up the bound dwarf's sleeve. Sure enough, he found an identical brand on the other's arm.

"Only that guy would be so unscrupulous as to treat people like livestock. In other city-states, some people are slaves, but in his city-state, the majority of people are slaves, and they are all his slaves!"

The bloody scene that emerged in his memory made the dwarf Grepi tremble all over. The scene he saw in the stands at that time with a different identity from today was unforgettable for him.

Compared to that kind of depraved performance that completely distorts the nature of intelligent life, its bloodiness can be ignored for the time being.

In other words, these people are the Fifth Sorcerer King's subordinates, the so-called whippers and slave gladiators...

Ivan, who heard this nearby, recalled the information he had heard from Heidi before and immediately made this judgment.

"Oh no! I have to go inform the other dwarves. They..." Gripi slapped his head and said anxiously:

"Don't be impatient." Alvin stopped him.

"Do you know the three dwarf families that are being attacked?"