Star Forge Titan

"Okay, I won't let anyone escape!" Gripi gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Just let the ordinary gamblers run away, you just need to keep an eye on the slave gladiators or the whippersnappers themselves." Alvin shook his head helplessly.

"Anyway, let's get started!"

After saying that, the black-haired boy walked into the building where the underground casino was located alone.

Three minutes later, the building collapsed.

Chapter 97: Chopping Down the House with an Axe

What a smoky, hellish place...

As he walked into the underground casino, the oncoming heat wave and the foul air mixed with the smell of sweat almost made Alvin sneeze.

Considering the need to disguise his identity, he slightly turned the diplomat ring on his hand, slightly adjusting his body shape to be different from Walker's identity, and his height became about two meters.

However, his appearance, completely covered by a white hooded cloak, was still very eye-catching and impressive. This was enough to make the Free Fist and other subordinates of the Witch King hold back and wait and see for a while.

At that time, it would be the best time to move the dwarves in the city.

Since you have decided to disguise your identity, you might as well dress like a boxer and use metal weapons. This will definitely give the opponent a lot of wrong signals, making it difficult for them to make the correct judgment in a short time.

Thinking of this, Alvin used his cloak to cover himself and pulled out the ready-to-fight Axe of Annihilation from the lepton space. Then, he heard Karlbant's excited shouting in his ears.

After a long enough rest, the former demon, now the soul within the soul-made weapon, has returned to normal and is now shouting with vigor:

"Blood! Give me more blood! This is so boring! I want to see a river of blood soon!!! Damn it!!!!!!"

Click, click, click. Without saying anything, the Annihilation Axe automatically released its basic camouflage form.

Calbant, whose spirit appeared as a long-horned lamb, jumped onto Ivan's shoulder and roared towards the sky. At the same time, his body changed from a small hand axe with exquisite shape and full of elven artistic style to a terrifying axe that was more than one meter tall, with an amber gem shaped like an eye inlaid on the axe head and a blade covered with curved serrations.

After slamming the terrifying-looking axe to the ground, Ivan let out a low and majestic voice.

"I'll give you thirty seconds. Anyone who is not involved should leave immediately."

Ordinary gamblers froze immediately after seeing this scene, and then they either let out an unbearable scream on the spot, or silently lowered their heads and rushed towards the back door exit.

The Silent Desert was not a peaceful place. The people here were accustomed to all kinds of fighting. Anyone who had survived to this age wouldn't be a fool. While gambling was foolish in itself, at least they knew how to seek profit and avoid harm, and not walk into a house that was about to collapse.

Letting these ordinary gamblers run past him, Alvin's eyes were always fixed on the second floor of the casino.

In the entire casino, only that place exudes a faint magical glow, which means that most of the people inside are related to extraordinary people, or at least there are magical equipment and other things there.

The casino owner and several thugs walked out of the room cursing, but he froze as soon as he reached the door.

Fist Fighter, but why does the Fist Fighter hold such a terrifying weapon!?!

No! If I were just a Fist Fighter, I'd have to run away!

If anything happens, why not let those new bosses who have just occupied the surrounding streets take over?

The above thought was completed in less than three seconds. Then, the fat man wearing the traditional desert turban fell backwards on the spot, rolled and crawled back into the house, and at the same time let out a sharp scream like a goblin whose little toe was stepped on.

"Close the door! Close the door! Master of the Free Fist, this has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me!!!"

Even Alvin was shocked by this extremely decisive reaction.

What is this? Is this the "high-end" talent that has been cultivated by the "excellent" elimination mechanism in a chaotic region?

Without giving it much thought, if they succeeded in overthrowing the Witch King's rule, the Fists of Freedom would have plenty of people willing to clean up this garbage.

What he had to do now was to eliminate all the whippers and slave gladiators here in order to scare them.

However, thinking back to the message that Heidi secretly conveyed to him using magic when he left, Ivan couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

According to the female sorceress's initial examination, the slave gladiator, who had been severely tortured by multiple means such as implants, curse magic, and physical pain, had his self-awareness erased to the point of being almost non-existent.

If she hadn't considered Gripi's emotions, she would have declared that such a person was unnecessary to save. Even if they were saved, they would most likely be disabled and unable to take care of themselves, even worse than a child, because these slave gladiators could hardly retain any self-awareness.

Damn it! How far will the Witch King go to trample on the dignity of others before he stops?

Anger surged in his heart, but Alvin's face remained expressionless. He was like a metal statue cast from molten iron, cold, hot and extremely strong.

Thirty seconds passed in a flash, and ordinary gamblers all ran out, while the casino owner and ordinary security thugs also retreated into other rooms.

As for the room that Alvin was watching, the magic reaction was getting stronger at an extremely fast rate, but neither the Whipper nor the slave gladiator showed any intention of coming out.

In that case, we have no choice but to drive the rats out of their holes by demolishing the house!

Holding the Annihilation Axe in one hand, the originally serrated axe blade suddenly made a powerful metallic collision sound, and the teeth with dangerous angles like shark teeth bit back and forth, forming a fierce arc as smooth and sharp as a crescent moon.

Alvin stood in place, using only his right hand to swing the heavy Axe of Extinction from the high right side to the low left side. The whole movement was easy and looked as natural as an ordinary person shaking off the water droplets remaining on an umbrella.

But at the same time, the ultimate skill of Lan Dou Sheng Quan - Force String Domination was activated, which transferred the tremendous force contained in the heavy axe's blow to all the pillars supporting the entire house!

In an instant, without any error, a thin black line appeared on the pillars and load-bearing walls supporting the second floor of the underground casino.

The line looked like a strand of hair that was accidentally stuck on the white wall. It was extremely thin and clear, and seemed to be becoming more and more obvious.

The reason for this phenomenon is very simple, because the crack, which was initially only as thin as a hair, is rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, the walls collapsed and the pillars broke. The entire building was like a toy house that was stepped on by a naughty child. It completely fell apart in a very short time.

"Is it really possible to do such a thing? Boxing is really very free." Amidst the smoke and dust raised by the collapsed building, Ivan's voice suddenly sounded with emotion.

Li Xian's top-notch control of power prevented any buildings from falling within a one-meter radius around him, as if an invisible boundary that absolutely could not be crossed was drawn there.

Just now, Alvin casually verified whether he could use weapons to use the power of the boxing configuration. He didn't expect that the effect would be so immediate on the first try. It is worthy of being the source of the legendary Ten Thousand Streams - Lan Dou Sheng Quan!

If other boxing styles can only be regarded as the prototypes of extraordinary fighting skills, then the Lan Dou Sheng Fist already has a hint of the shadow of a truly mature fighting skill.

Although this set of boxing techniques strictly speaking only has one secret move that can be used now, the infinite possibilities contained in it make Alvin very happy.

Compared to the extraordinary combat skill - Elemental Shell, which has limited compatibility with himself and has been shelved until now, this set of unfinished combat skills is particularly compatible with him.

It's just like a drunkard meeting a drunkard, a plasticine artist meeting a clay god. Although they are not biological brothers from the same father and mother, they are good brothers from different mothers and fathers!

But then again, is it possible that the elemental shell, an extraordinary combat skill that can create mimicked limbs and even bodies, can also be integrated into the use of boxing?

A wonderful idea emerged in Ivan's mind, but now was not a good time to think about boxing.

With a roar, a tall figure in a black robe suddenly overturned the ruins of the building and climbed up.

Compared to his staggering size, the various debris from the collapsed building seemed as light as pebbles that could be kicked away by the roadside. After all, he was a giant, more than five meters tall, with a total height of nearly six meters.

God knows how this guy managed to hide in the casino, a room that was so small for him.

Did he crawl in by curling up? That would be too hard for a giant!

"Oh?" Ivan made a surprised sound with a look of astonishment on his face.

"It's actually a half-giant."

Chapter 98 Genetic Memory

Half-blood giant.

In the virtual world of Palladia, Alvin had seen this somewhat special race, so he didn't feel it was unfamiliar, and even had a feeling of nostalgia.

The population of hybrid giants is much rarer than that of other intelligent races. Like the barbarian tribes in the north, they claim to have bloodlines inherited from ancient giants, so their bodies are often several times taller than ordinary humans, basically reaching about five meters.

However, except for a few exceptionally intelligent individuals, the brains of most of the half-blood giants are not very good. They have been fighting for the top spot in the per capita intelligence ranking of intelligent races with the ogres who are slightly shorter than them, about three or four meters in height on average.

Of course, this list is the last one.

However, in the eyes of the descendants of Titans who know what true giants are, the relationship between the mixed-blood giants of this era and the giants, for example, is probably more similar to the relationship between the ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex and the modern rooster.

It cannot be said that there is absolutely no such thing, it can only be said that the generations are almost a world apart.

Judging from the situation, the hybrid giant in front of him was probably curled up and dozing off in a spacious room such as a warehouse, quite cramped.

And then, the house collapsed...

Thinking about it this way, he seems to be quite unlucky?

However, the above-average height of the hybrid giant in front of him indicated that the giant blood flowing in his body might be thicker than that of an ordinary hybrid giant.

But what does it matter?

Alvin looked at the huge fist, which was almost as big as a two-wheeled carriage, falling from above his head, and he even had the leisure to stand there and shrug.

After learning the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, he is almost invincible in pure power confrontation. The "Force String Domination" is more powerful than the "Transmitting Wave" and can interfere with all the "forces" it comes into contact with.

In other words, now Alvin can even use his own magic power to distort the pure "force" being transmitted from the outside world.

To put it in terms that are easier for people living in the scientific world to understand, the "vector" of force has been completely dominated by the Arashi Seiken.

In a sense, this boxing style might be the "four ounces to move a thousand pounds" technique of the world of Palladia. However, the user who now masters this skill of "four ounces to move a thousand pounds" already possesses immense strength of no less than ten thousand pounds.

Now, I can probably compete with a hydraulic press? What is that, the force of a hydraulic press? Speaking of which, roughly how many tons of hydraulic press am I equivalent to?

An extremely funny thought flashed through Alvin's mind, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Even some silly half-giants could feel insulted by this chuckle, even though the person involved didn't actually mean it that way.

The speed at which his fists fell was getting faster and faster, and the force contained in them was no less than that of a mad elephant. Even if there was a lion in front of him, it would be easily crushed into meat paste by him. No, even a light armored vehicle would be overturned by him!

then……

The half-giant's fist stopped.

The fist, as big as a carriage, stopped.

A finger was raised upwards, blocking the giant's fist falling from above. All the impact was completely transferred to the ground by the force string, just like using a candle to support a house, causing the latter to solidify and stay in place.

Beads of sweat as big as apples oozed densely from the hybrid giant's forehead. An unprecedented strong fear completely enveloped the heart of this fool, causing the second and third punches that were about to fall to be completely retracted.

It was a kind of awe that came from deep in the blood, awe stronger than whips and pain, even stronger than magical curses.

Force string domination is indeed a boxing configuration that is extremely free and arbitrary in its application.

While sighing, Ivan also noticed the unusual movements of the hybrid giant in front of him. Could it be that this hybrid giant, with its incomplete giant bloodline, still retained its eternal loyalty to the Titans?

wrong!

It was as if some key words were triggered, and a memory without any reason flooded into my mind.

The scene in front of him changed, and a black-haired woman wearing a white cloak and a golden crown on her head smiled at Ivan.

"My beloved son, do not forget your promise."

More information emerged, and it was a picture full of fantasy.

Several tiny figures floated in the space, accompanied by a burst of strong and bright white light like a stellar krypton flash. They all turned into huge metal giants whose height exceeded Mount Everest. To be precise, the shortest one among them was as tall as the highest peak in Ivan's previous life.

These astonishing creatures, wrapped in a red glow like flames, broke through the thin atmosphere of the desolate planet and landed on the empty earth.

Then, they began to transform the thickness of the planet's atmosphere and reshape the planet's environment and landforms, so that the originally barren planet was gradually covered by the lushness of life.

Then, the metal giant mixed the soil and gravel together to create a kilometer-high metal tower about as high as the giant's waist.

The surface of the metal tower is inlaid with pieces of crystal material. The giants poured water, soil and plants into the tower, and organisms that are much smaller than the giants walked out one after another.

These tall but human-shaped creatures gradually spread to all parts of the planet and then began to work.

Each of the giants has an ability that they are quite good at. Some of them assist the metal giants in continuing to refine the adjustments to the planet's terrain, while others carry large amounts of soil and drive the forest communities composed of various plants like herding sheep, gradually occupying more land.

The subsequent scene suddenly became blurry, and finally disappeared like an illusion.

In this way, the relationship between giants and Titans is not a purely driving or even oppressive relationship like that between manufacturers and the manufactured, humans and artificial machines, or masters and servants, but rather a more equal contract.

The Titans transformed the barren planet into a garden full of flowers, and the giants were the hard-working gardeners.

One side provides a place to live, the other side contributes hard work and sweat, and both sides work together to make the world a more beautiful place.

Wait, this seems to be another new promise.

So, besides genetic factors, I also inherited a bunch of ancestral bills?

A feeling of being both amused and helpless came over me, but along with it came something called a sense of responsibility.

Power should never be something that exists independently of obligations. As the last descendant of the Titans, while gaining power, one should also shoulder certain responsibilities.

However, are there still real giants in this world?

New questions came to my mind, followed by a feeling of loss.

The long time span exceeding thousands or even millions of years is enough to erase almost anything. Even the Titans that can transform planets are now reduced to just the last remnant of themselves.

Maybe they fell into a deep sleep, maybe they chose to leave, maybe they no longer stay in this world.

But no matter what era, there are always people who are willing to work hard to make the world a better place.