Star Forge Titan

"Of course I know it's a bullet. What I want to ask is... well, you are indeed a barbarian." Khayang covered his face and muttered in an almost inaudible voice.

"It's incomprehensible. Don't just stand there. The noise over here will definitely alert the other party. We have to speed up." Alvin strode over the monster's headless corpse and walked forward, leaving a line of bloody footprints behind him.

As he expected, the gunshots traveled particularly far in the closed sewer environment.

When the two men advanced to a certain distance, Khayang suddenly called out to Ivan.

"Wait, there's a magical reaction in front, 1, 2, 3... What's going on? It's 12 now, and it's still increasing!" The black-robed wizard's face turned cold. He clenched the magic steam gun in his right hand, but with his left hand he pulled out a one-handed magic wand of thirteen and a half old inches, which is about 34 centimeters, from his pocket.

This type of wand is also called a dueling wand. Although it does not have the same large bonus as the traditional magician's casting wand, it is portable and can be carried to various places in your pocket. It can also be easily used with one hand, and the casting speed is very fast.

Khayon's dueling wand was made of birch wood. It was matte black without any glossy reflections. It was very inconspicuous in the dim environment. Only a circle of tiny letters was engraved on the end of the handle.

With a quick glance, Alvin didn't see the line of letters clearly, but he felt that it seemed to be someone's name.

"It seems we are very popular." Feeling the strange noise getting closer, the tall black-haired boy waved his cloak back, revealing a knight's sword on his waist.

This was the Silver Knight's standard sword that Afrediya had taken out from the royal warehouse before leaving.

This sword is made of an inert, anti-magic metal with extremely strong resistance to magic. The blade alone is 120 centimeters long. Only a Silver Knight who has undergone the mystical ritual of spells and reached a height of two meters can use this weapon as a one-handed sword.

Of course, Alvin can do the same.

One of them held a staff pistol in both hands, and the other held a long sword pistol in both hands. The mage and the barbarian stood side by side, ready for battle.

Amid the sound of splashing water, several strange black shadows crawled out of the muddy water of the sewer. They had bodies made of vines and wood, but they also had limbs and facial features like humans, although that seemed a bit ambiguous.

"The tree man summoned by the druid." Khayon whispered.

"Well, but why do they appear in the sewer?" Alvin looked at these monsters in some disbelief, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

Because each druid has a different understanding of the power of nature, the tree people they summon are also strange and different, but he has definitely seen a tree person like the one in the game, but he just can't find a memory that completely matches it.

Just as the answer was about to come out, a charming voice was heard from the dark sewer ahead.

"Hmm, I didn't expect that a chance encounter could happen in a place like this. This is really amazing."

As her waist twisted, a woman with long green hair covered with various flowers, half of her body turned into wood, and no clothes on, only green leaves and vines covering her body, appeared in front of the two men.

The visitor looked at the black-robed wizard and the tall barbarian in turn with a critical eye.

"A shady man with a straw-haired face, so boring." The woman curled her lips in disdain. Her words made the veins on Khayang's forehead bulge, and it was difficult for him to maintain the fake smile on his face.

"As for the other one~" The woman looked at Alvin.

"Oh wow!" The unidentified visitor's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth quickly with his long pink tongue, with a suspicious blush on his face.

"Young man, do you want to experience the way of nature?"

These words made Alvin's face darken, and at the same time he remembered who the person in front of him who looked like a woman was.

A follower of the evil god, a fallen druid, a walking mosaic, a double-plugged yuri O maniac, and a conspirator who should have believed in the feaster.

The Hungry Desert - Vero Dishia.

Chapter 43: Transcendence of the Soul

The Thirsty Desert——Velo Deshia.

The left half of the body is made of twisted woody plants and vines, while the right half is an exceptionally beautiful female elf.

A rare fallen druid among druids, he first appeared as a villain in the Rebellion of a Thousand Towers, and later became the protagonist of another major event in the version - Black Forest Evil.

In a nutshell, this is a very dangerous guy.

This character was originally from the Wood Elves, a tribe of elves who chose to give up fine clothing, planting, fixed residences and even their own civilization, and completely integrate all their lives into the forest environment.

They live in the forest like animals, covered in vines. They will fight against any behavior that destroys the forest environment, and will not hesitate to use the most extreme means - killing.

But no one knows why Willow Dishia, who lived in such an extreme yet pure tribe, fell into depravity.

To be honest, in the eyes of other races and even other elves, ordinary wood elves are already extreme enough, and if they are more extreme, they can simply be called perverts.

Regardless of the truth, people later knew that after an inhumane suicide of her entire family, Willow Dishia became a fallen druid and walked the world with this strange half-human, half-plant figure.

She is involved in many magical terrorist attacks and is wanted by many countries including Lind, Elrond and even the Genoa Commercial Confederation.

The most incredible thing is that this woman who looks like a walking hormone, although also a heretic who worships evil gods, the evil god she believes in is not a reveler who indulges in pleasure, but a whisperer who is buried in conspiracy and tells lies.

From the later plot, we can learn that this is because there is a very terrible conspiracy buried in the heart of the fallen druid named Vero Dishia.

As if driven by some insatiable hunger, Vero Dixia attempted to devour the entire ecosystem on her own.

From the other party's half-human, half-plant appearance, it can be seen that her plan has begun preliminary testing, and she has directly used herself as the experimental target.

Perhaps, it was precisely because of such terrifying and grand ambitions and the madness that it gave rise to that she was able to advance to the fifth level in the future and earn the title of 'The Thirsty Desert'.

But no matter how terrible her future may be, Alvin can see that the fallen druid in front of him will not exceed level three at present.

Judging by the number of treemen summoned, the opponent was likely a Banyan Seer or a Forest Spirit. Both were highly skilled in using magic to summon the trees in their environment, transforming them into tree warriors or plant beasts to fight for them.

Normally speaking, an environment like a sewer is not suitable for druids to fight in, but the Whisperers often grant all kinds of strange abilities. God knows what abilities this guy who looks like a druid possesses, so we must never let our guard down.

"I refuse." Ivan's expression was indifferent but with some disgust.

The other party shows that he or she is attracted to both genders in the plot. God knows whether she or he was male or female, or both, before she or he transformed into this appearance?

"Hmm, is it that my sister isn't attractive enough? Or do you like other types?"

Willow Dishia's figure kept changing, from a mature woman in her early thirties to a twenty-year-old girl, and then to a young girl under fourteen.

She demonstrated the druid's precise control over his own life form to the fullest.

The fake smile on Khayon's face, who was watching nearby, quickly disappeared, replaced by an extremely serious expression. Just from this transformation, one could tell how profound his attainments were on the druidic path.

"At least a level three." Khayon warned in a low voice.

"Well, so don't just think about sending out a few 'dogs' to fill the scene, prepare the 'cows' you have hidden." Alvin subconsciously said the slang among players.

The most common basic combat unit of the Undead faction, the ghoul, is nicknamed "dog". As for the cow, it generally refers to a large combat unit. As for the zombie, it can only be regarded as a semi-finished material or a self-propelled supply provided to other units.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not a great wizard who can carry a group of undead soldiers with me." The corners of Khayang's mouth twitched slightly, and the duel wand in his hand seemed to be shaking because he was too nervous.

Although he didn't know what 'dog' and 'cow' specifically referred to, as a wizard, his intelligence couldn't be too low, so he guessed that they probably referred to different types of undead puppets.

"Watch the opportunity. A necromancer like you can't just control the undead to pile up, right?" Ivan chuckled. The Khayon in his memory was not the mediocre necromancer who could only control the undead army.

"What are you two whispering about? Are you in that kind of relationship? Yes, although the dark man doesn't look delicious at all, sister doesn't mind the three of us exploring the way of nature together." Willow raised her finger and made a gesture that made Ivan's veins bulge.

He punched the wall as if enraged, then he calmed down and entered the competitive mode that a top player should have.

The superego is high in the sky, the id is transformed into a war horse, and the ego tightens the reins.

At this moment, Alvin's heart was like a calm mirror lake, observing the enemy with a very calm attitude.

Then, a smile without any warmth appeared on the boy's face.

"Oh, so you're stalling for time too."

"Also?" Willow's expression froze.

The next moment, the ground rolled and shattered, and a large number of thorny vines that had quietly extended from the ground and wanted to launch a sneak attack suddenly broke out of the ground. They were like a group of dancing giant pythons, rolling towards Ivan and Khayon with gusts of whistling wind.

But at the same time, Khayon pointed his trembling duel wand forward.

Silent! Extremely effective! A third-level spell cast with dual supermagic skills! Netherworld Explosion!

The negative energy condensed on the ground was suddenly detonated, like a grenade that blew away the thorny vines and the broken ground.

It turned out that the trembling of the black-robed wizard just now was not due to fear, but he was using this method to cover up his casting action while casting the spell silently!

On the other side, the fist that Alvin hit the wall also emitted a dark golden light.

[Core·Reshape the World]!

The solid wall shattered into pieces of rock, which were enveloped by dark golden light and solidified into an extremely thick rock armor on the tall, black-haired boy!

The unruly horn reaches the sky, and the angular rocks form the towering shoulder armor and the prismatic geometric breastplate, which are inclined armor designed according to geometric principles to imitate the frontal defense of a tank.

Taking advantage of the dust raised by the Netherworld explosion, Alvin, wearing rock armor, was like a heavy chariot with its engine started. He took heavy and powerful steps and rushed forward, trampling out cracked depressions along the way.

The flying debris fell on the rock armor without causing any interference. The remaining thorny vines tried to wrap around Ivan's legs, but the poisonous thorns were unable to penetrate the thick rock armor.

And those entangled and dragging forces were broken into pieces like dry straw or rotten ropes under the surging divine power of the black-haired barbarian, which far exceeded that of ordinary people and was enough to wrestle with dragons.

"Tsk." Willow felt a little tricky, but just a little tricky.

As a third-level fallen druid, she has many tricks up her sleeve. With a slight wave of her hand, the twelve summoned treeman warriors quickly stepped forward to stop Alvin.

These summoned creatures, generated from plants, have humanoid structures, with two translucent green leaves with clearly visible veins draped over their backs like a cloak. A slit running from the chest to the abdomen emits a yellow magical glow.

The lower limbs are made of four to six tree roots, supporting the body and allowing it to move in a very stable posture. Although the hands are made of wood, they have five fingers like a human. The facial features are very blurred, like the work of a poorly carved carpenter, and are strange and hideous.

The characteristic of the tree people summoned by Vero Dishia is that they have a purple-red flower on their heads that looks like a huge wide-brimmed hat.

This flower is so large that it almost covers the head. A lavender mist mixed with pink dots is continuously ejected from the center of the flower, making the surrounding environment shrouded in this pollen mist of unknown purpose.

Seeing Ivan crashing into the pollen mist without any avoidance, a cruel smile of success appeared on Willow's face.

Although the pollen is fragrant, it is filled with various biological toxins. Just like her, it hides deadly murderous intent behind its sweet appearance.

No matter how strong a warrior is, he cannot survive for more than thirty seconds after inhaling a large amount of pollen.

1, 2, 3, hehe, the guy on the opposite side will soon taste the price of his recklessness.

Alas, what a pity for that strong muscle and that handsome face.

However, the smile that Vero had just revealed froze in the next second.

The treeman warrior who was spewing poisonous pollen mist had his head pinched by a big hand. Then, with the crisp sound of firewood breaking, in the dim sewer, a yellow magic light suddenly lit up and then completely went out.

The summoned creature's head was crushed by brute force!

Ivan took a deep breath, and the air containing the toxic pollen mist was inhaled into his lungs. A large amount of oxygen flowed through the blood to his limbs, allowing his muscle tissue to burst out all its strength with extremely high efficiency.

The tiny pollen particles that are extremely toxic are completely filtered by the third lung implanted in the incantation ritual, and then returned to the outside atmosphere along with the exhaled waste gas.

Even if there were some tiny residues, the high-speed flow of blood and the pebble kidneys strengthened and transformed by the spell would not have any effect on Ivan's transformed and extremely powerful warrior body.

There are twelve treeman warriors, each of them has a strength close to the second level. Ordinary extraordinary people will definitely feel extremely troubled when facing these monsters that are surrounded by poisonous mist and have bodies as hard as wood.

But for Alvin who activated the rock armor, it was not enough!

Slash! The battle memories constantly absorbed in actual combat allowed Ivan to unleash a flawless battlefield swordsmanship. The Silver Knight's standard saber, nearly the length of an ordinary two-handed sword, was swung single-handed, the 120cm-long blade leaving a perfect silver arc in the air.

The inert magic-averse metal easily cut through the wooden bodies of the tree warriors that were strengthened by magic power, and simultaneously cut off the waists of the three tree warriors within a 180-degree range in front of the black-haired boy!

The moment the magic core was destroyed, three balls of orange-yellow magic light lit up one after another. Those were the traces left behind when the magic dissipated into the atmosphere after losing its stable structure.

Ivan held the sword in one hand, and the crusher that was originally held in the other hand was now fixed under the armpit on the side of the breastplate. With his free hand, he grabbed the treeman warrior closest to him and blocked him in front of him.

The danger intuition generated by absorbing a large amount of combat memories made him take defensive actions.

Sure enough, several sharp mistletoe-transformed arrows pierced straight into the bodies of the treeman warriors.

Although these mistletoe arrows shot from Willow's fingertips seemed to have limited power, they began to grow wildly after piercing the treeman's body. A large number of soft and extremely tough vines stretched out and tightly wrapped around the treeman warrior until they were strangled into pieces.

It is conceivable that if hit by such a thing, even if it cannot break through the rock armor, it will be enough to hinder Ivan's progress.

Sure enough, the characters who may become the boss of the version in the future are not easy to deal with.

Even though she had the upper hand by virtue of her immunity to poison gas, Willow remained very calm.

At this moment, Khayon finished his second round of spellcasting, and magical support quickly arrived at Ivan's location. A ray of purple light shone on the surface of the rock armor, and then the heavy armor was dyed black.

Second-level necromancy spell - Death Armor.

The magic armor composed of negative energy covers the surface of the rock armor with a sharp explosion sound. This magic armor will automatically attack all nearby living things and can effectively avoid the harassment of druid life attack spells such as mistletoe arrows.

Neither round of attacks could stop Ivan's heavy charge. As the heavy footsteps got closer, the charming smile on Vero's face completely disappeared.

Either holding his waist or legs, the remaining seven treeman warriors threw themselves on Ivan recklessly.

But the tall black-haired boy dragged these burdens and rushed towards the half-human, half-plant fallen druid without slowing down at all.

The plant-like part of Vero's body quickly changed. Several flexible and powerful tree roots stretched out to support her body, and then retreated like a quickly fleeing octopus.

It’s too late to run now!

The corners of Ivan's mouth turned up, revealing his raw white teeth.

From behind, Khayon's third round of spells passed over his shoulder. A ray of purple light struck the roots of Willow's tentacles. The misty negative energy quickly dispersed, and countless skeleton arms made of white bones grabbed the tentacles in a mess. The two sides started a fierce fight.

When interests are the same, even the future king of traitors can be considered a companion.