Star Forge Titan

The only difference was that he didn't 'see' a real so-called 'surveillance camera' now.

After a brief moment, perhaps less than a breath, the 'system' that had been silent in my mind for a long time suddenly popped up a message.

[Highest level genetic meme key detected, super administrator has logged in.]

[Exception, no response from the super administrator.]

[Reminder: No Kingdom authorization record detected. Inquiries are being made to the Kingdom's Third Heritage Management Authority.]

[Exception, no response from the superior manager.]

[Operate in accordance with the provisions of Chapter 6, Article 172, Page 5, Section 3 of the Regulations on Smart Self-Management and Control in Unusual Situations.]

[Adjust visitor privileges to VIP, and can call upon 10 standard units of universal magic power from the Earth Vein Network daily.]

[……] The originally cold mechanical prompt sound seemed to freeze for a moment.

Welcome back, the great and equal, the kind and rational, the glorious and respected Star Forger.

The prompt message stopped at this point, and the feeling was exactly the same as when I saw the Giant God Soldier.

And Ivan's gaze towards the ground also changed completely.

The third estate management agency...

This special organization, belonging to the Giant Kingdom millennia ago, seemed to be responsible for managing certain relics and property. However, the pure earth magic emanating from his feet reminded Ivan that this was definitely not just a few buildings or boxes of jewelry.

It was founded by the great Titans, a great civilization not recorded in any existing history, and one that could even reshape planets - the technological legacy of Uranus!

No longer caring what the complete secret of the Witch King was, Alvin wholeheartedly felt the pure magic power that was continuously flowing into his body from underground.

But then, he immediately noticed something strange. The earth magic was very pure and powerful, but it did not have any special characteristics.

This is not normal, because in the natural environment, any kind of magic will naturally produce a deviation, thus revealing a certain tendency. The magic attribute spectrum diagram comes from this, and various elemental magics are the most representative examples.

But the earth magic is different. This force seems to be artificially maintained near the center of the magic attribute spectrum. It is a magic attribute that is almost absolutely neutral, or in other words, it is a super stable magic without any tendency.

This means that Leyline Mana can be used in almost any mana equation of a general nature without requiring any prior adjustments.

The only similar thing Ivan could think of was the magic engine developed by Lind in recent times. The magic power released by the magic engine after consuming the fuel containing magical energy was also a similarly peaceful magic power near the middle of the spectrum with no obvious tendency, which is why it can relatively stably drive various magical machines.

Universal Standard Magic…

This term naturally came to Alvin's mind.

So the question arises: if the Witch King's secrets are merely special rituals that call upon the magical power of the earth's veins, then how did this monster before us become so hideous and hideous? It is said that the Witch King's hidden beast is dozens of times larger than this three-story monster. How did that thing come into being?

Could the remaining portion of the Sorcerer King's secret technique be related to this? What exactly could it be that could create a monster as massive as a mountain?

But with the support of the earth's magic power, why do they need to draw on the magic power and even vitality of ordinary people?

Could it be that such a huge amount of magic power exists just for the beast's body?

Or is it that the earth magic power they can extract is actually very limited?

One question is answered, but more and more questions arise.

"No...impossible..." Jerome, who fell to his knees exhausted, uttered an incoherent question.

He stared at the young man standing close to him with his dim yellow eyes. The severe damage to his body and the overall collapse caused by the destruction of his key organs made it almost impossible for this ugly and ferocious monster to make any movement. However, what appeared on his face was not anger, but an extremely confused expression.

"Even if you can replicate... the Breath of the Earth... why... can you... draw upon... the power of the Earth..."

"Impossible... I didn't sense the presence of the fragments... The fragments of Sened... are not in your hands... There are no Gaia fragments... How can this be... Strange... This is wrong... This is very wrong!!!"

Like an unstable internet connection, Jerome's voice became intermittent. Suddenly, he raised his head with all his might, and the veins on the neck of the monster he had transformed into bulged.

The cracked skin began to break, and Jerome used his last bit of strength to roar at the Witch King Menes who was watching the show from afar.

"Crazy woman! This is not right! This is very wrong! Catch him! We must catch him..."

The monster's roar gradually became lower. Looking at Jerome, whose eyes had completely lost their luster, although he was facing this huge monster that was more than ten meters tall at a very close distance, there was no tension on Ivan's face.

Because he knew that the person kneeling in front of him was a corpse that had completely lost its life.

A breeze blew by, and the monster that Jerome transformed into began to break apart, like a collapsing sand sculpture, completely turning into fine dust.

Using some unknown secret method and combining it with an evil ritual provided by a "well-meaning person" from outside, the real Jerome or the fifth Witch King Hopt did not come to Ismailia in person. The body in front of him was just a living clone he made using his descendants with his own genetic bloodline.

But his judgment is still that of a wizard king. When the most fundamental interests of his own existence are touched, any hobby can be temporarily abandoned.

"Catch him?" Menes smacked his lips without caring about his image.

"That's a real bummer."

At this moment, a dazzling red magic spark suddenly exploded in the distant sky.

The fist fighters were all cheered up, and Brad, who had just recovered some of his magic power, immediately straightened his chest and let out a loud roar.

"The time has come! Let the plan begin!"

At the same time, a mysterious being wearing a large black robe chuckled and whispered:

"Yes, the time has come."

Chapter 128 Eagle-Headed Winged God

"Desert! Take my life!" Brad shouted and was about to activate the pattern of the Heavenly Essence Return Ritual on his chest.

Ivan raised his eyebrows. As long as they faced the Witch King, the people of the Fist of Freedom seemed to be extremely flammable and explosive. They would not hesitate to sacrifice their lives even if it meant rushing forward and self-destructing.

A hundred years of oppression can turn a person into such an extreme state. One can imagine how brutal and cruel the Witch King's tyranny must be.

But now is not the time to think about this problem. He does not want to see his senior brother Brad sacrifice his life.

But facing a Witch King, a Crowned One, if one does not have a sacrificial mentality of dying together, with the current power of the Fist of Freedom, there is no way they can make him bleed even a drop of blood.

Fortunately, he wasn't completely incompetent. Feeling the pure magic flowing like a river from deep underground, and Brad's life force threatening to burst into flames, Ivan followed the system's instructions without hesitation and began transferring magic power with a single click!

If this magical power was an unexpected fortune, then he had always been able to distinguish the importance of human life and property.

It's just some unexpected money, how can it be as important as a friend's life? I can even spend all my money! Human life is more important than this!

At the same time, Alvin also felt a little regretful. If these magic powers were several times more, he could directly activate the core frame of the Giant God Soldier and then enter the Giant God form, and perform a show of force overcoming skill on the spot. No matter what conspiracy or tricks he has, I will turn the earth over to get some fresh air.

The underground network established during the Giant Kingdom period is clearly a giant structure containing the most advanced technology. The moment the holder of high-level authority has a thought, it will begin to transmit magic power to another entity standing on this land in accordance with the authority holder's wishes and extremely smoothly.

One hundred thousand standard units of universal magic power were poured into Brad's body without reservation, even though he had not yet activated the 'Return of the Celestial Essence' ritual.

The mature fighter's expression immediately became extremely astonished. How come the earth magic power came on its own before I even activated the ritual?

Without thinking about the reason, Brad immediately followed the method taught by his teacher Rigor and forcibly activated the fighting steel armor that was in the virtual stage.

The armor wasn't completely in place, and due to issues like lack of a complete internal circulation equation, it began to rapidly consume mana the moment it was fully activated. However, with a full 100,000 standard units of general mana, even with the extravagant and wasteful use of candles, it could last for quite a while.

At the same time, changes in Brad began to appear.

Unlike Jerome's strange method of completely twisting his flesh and blood, the boxer's muscles are also tense and bulging, but that is not endless expansion, but a manifestation of physical strength being stimulated to the limit.

Along with the hooded cloak outside, Brad's upper body clothes were all shattered into countless pieces as he roared.

Immediately afterwards, the leaked magic power wrapped around his body like flames, rising straight up to an astonishing height of over thirty meters.

It was like a burning pillar of fire, attracting everyone's attention.

“Drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Brad roared again, and the pillar of fire instantly split in the middle. A huge eagle head slowly stretched out from it. Its eyes were extremely sharp, emitting a golden light as dazzling as the sun. The feathers on its neck were sharp and slender, like a green sword formed by the converging wind, layer upon layer, extremely majestic.

Its muscles...

How can there be muscles???

Everyone who had seen Brad's steel armor virtual form was greatly surprised, because the huge virtual form that walked out of the burning magic flame column did not look like a huge eagle, but a giant that was thirty meters tall, a giant with an eagle's head and a human body!

Although the wings covered with sharp feathers look like wings, they are also curled up into two huge iron fists. The undulating muscles of the arms are obviously more like the strong arms of a fighter.

Yes, below the majestic eagle's head, there was a muscular and strong human body, surrounded by a whistling gale visible to the naked eye. Except for the golden eyes, the whole body was a solid green color like jade.

"Ra...Ra, the sun god..." A desert dweller among the evacuating crowd subconsciously muttered to himself.

This is true. In the traditional beliefs that are gradually disappearing in the desert, one of the nine gods, the sun god Ra, has an image of a human body with an eagle's head.

Cheers immediately rang out. The people, suffering in their torment, always hoped that a powerful savior would come. Little did they know that any powerful savior actually came from among the people. He simply sacrificed more than others and was willing to bear a heavier burden than others. Then, he resolutely moved forward with the heavy burden!

At this point, the giant statue with an eagle head and a human body summoned by Brad also had his own name - Steel-clad Void, Eagle-headed Winged God!

"Fist of Freedom, Fist Fighters, go out!" Brad's eyes shot out two strong rays of light, and at the same time he issued the order to start the final plan.

The giant statue with an eagle head and a human body, which was more than 30 meters tall, took a step forward. Just a simple walk caused the earth to tremble, as if it had caused a small-scale earthquake.

His target was the luxurious sedan chair where the Witch King sat not far away. Even in this situation, the Witch King's guards and the nobles' individual ceremonial officers dared not leave. They knew that if they dared to flee, their families would be purged by the Witch King, and their own death would not be enough to solve the problem.

The extreme servility made this group of self-proclaimed noble ruling class behave worse than a slave at this time.

Even slaves knew how to escape, but the nobles only cared about their own interests and treasures, and were buried in the sea along with the sinking ship.

Perhaps, in their view, the great Witch King would never fail, and they and their families would, under his rule, forever reign supreme for generations to come. No, those below them were not even worthy of being called human beings; at best, they were merely cattle and horses.

But when the huge iron fist that destroyed all decayed things fell from the sky, expressions of fear and despair involuntarily appeared on their faces.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why haven't you taken action yet?!

The gusts of strong wind wrapped around the eagle-headed giant's huge iron fist were like the high-speed rotating blades in a blender, cutting everything it touched into countless tiny fragments.

The gorgeous sedan was torn into pieces, the expensive silk was shattered, the soft gauze was torn into countless pieces and blown in all directions, and the human bodies made of flesh and blood could not hold on for much longer. They didn't even have time to scream or even feel the pain. Perhaps this was the last mercy that Brad left for them as a boxer.

The Fist of Gale fell, and everything seemed to be destroyed, but Brad's expression became extremely serious, because he knew that the real enemy was about to appear.

boom!

A series of dull sounds came from the ground, and then, two huge snake shadows that looked like giant pythons but were many times larger than pythons suddenly jumped out from the cracked earth.

The two rapidly dancing snake shadows were like waving steel whips, and with just one blow, they forced the eagle-headed giant summoned by Brad to retreat several steps.

When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone was shocked to find that they were actually two extremely thick and long green vines, with leaves on them that were even wider than parasols.

"Boring." A hoarse, old voice came from under the vines.

Ivan's eyes became sharp.

At this moment, a seemingly young elven woman was sitting cross-legged at the root of the vine with a relaxed expression.

She was wearing a white veil and her hair was almost pale platinum. She looked like a shadow that had lost all color, standing there blankly and bored.

He didn't care about the death of his subordinates, nor did he care about the destruction of his luxurious sedan chair. Even his own existence seemed to be a dispensable matter.

"After a hundred years, this desert is still so boring."

The Witch King Menes sighed softly, then raised his index finger and pointed it at the black-haired boy more than a hundred meters away.

"But you are a variable."

The next second, two huge vines with a diameter of more than one meter and a length of more than 35 meters suddenly fell down like the collapsed thick pillars of the Pantheon!

The swift movement of such a massive object immediately stirred up a gust of wind. Furthermore, the movement of the vines, whose roots were deep underground, caused a ripple effect for several kilometers around. The roof panels were easily blown away by the strong wind, and even the solid walls began to crack.

But her attack did not work, because the huge shadow of a human with an eagle head had already blocked the vines.

The loud shouts of the fighters echoed throughout the entire battle.

"Your opponent is me!"

Chapter 129: Punching the Sky

"Hurry up!"

In the civilian area outside the city of Ismailia, the Freedom Fist fighters, regardless of exposing their identities, stood up one by one and directed the people to evacuate.

Most of them are not regular boxing fighters recognized by the alliance, and many of them are still boxing apprentices in training. This can be seen from the small braid hanging down the side of their head.

On the other hand, since most of the Witch King's soldiers were deployed to the city center to perform guard duties for the King Selection Tournament, the number of Witch King's soldiers left in the outer areas was far less than usual.

With just the few remaining people, when they saw the fist fighter in a white cloak leaping out of the crowd, they almost didn't even have the courage to turn around and run, let alone go up to stop or capture him, let alone carefully distinguish whether the other party was a real fist fighter.

You know, seeing a boxer dressed like this usually means that someone is going to be in big trouble, or even have his head stolen.

During the Master's misfortunes, ordinary soldiers and guards who were caught up in the incident often suffered no good consequences. The Fist Fighters were likely to spare no effort in dealing with these complicits. With luck, they were merely knocked unconscious; with bad luck, they were likely to be taken in as a bargaining chip.

In the words of businessmen, it becomes a gift on the spot, and it’s free.

Glancing at the low-ranking soldiers of the Witch King's army who were fleeing into the crowd, the Fist Fighters had no time to bother with them. They quickly jumped to a high place and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Don't carry too much stuff and leave the city as soon as possible. This place is about to become a battlefield!"