Star Forge Titan

At the same time, the huge Heavenly Hourglass had already floated behind Menes, and countless thin crystal threads extended from it, surrounding him like a spider web.

"How sad! Even after defeating Senedd, you still know nothing about the power of the Witch King." The beautiful girl with an elf appearance shook her head gracefully.

Then, over a hundred thick vines stretched out from the ground, as if a jungle had suddenly appeared in the same place, and the lush green color instantly replaced the dim color of the desert.

Under normal circumstances, any desert dweller would be happy from the bottom of his heart to see so many plants.

Because in the Silent Desert, a sea of ​​yellow sand and dust, the green color of plants often symbolizes an oasis, and an oasis is a direct representation of water and life. Therefore, in this area, green is the color of hope.

However, at this moment, the green in the eyes of Brad and many desert residents has nothing to do with hope.

"Destroy it." Menes opened her red lips and recited words that made everyone feel despair.

With the Witch King as the center, all the vines opened their olive-shaped ends, and powerful magic gathered in them to form balls of light filled with destructive power.

The product of the gathering of magic power was about to transform into the red beam of light that had burned the city before.

Ta-da-da, a series of rapid horse hoof sounds suddenly rang out in the burning ruins of the city.

A loud neighing echoed through the sky, and a black horse that was nearly three meters tall and incredibly majestic leaped out of the flames, whinnying (laughing?)!

The high temperature generated by the combustion did not hinder it at all, as if its entire body was made of real gold that was not afraid of fire.

On the back of this unprecedentedly majestic horse, there rides an equally tall and majestic figure.

That was the young fist fighter named Ivan Elian, who was currently riding a tall steed named 'Mountain King', galloping straight over the burning ruins of the city!

The moment it rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, the black horse's body shape suddenly began to change. Countless glowing lines quickly appeared on the surface of its skin, and the originally soft skin was quickly replaced by metal. The horse transformed from a flesh and blood appearance into a mechanical horse made completely of metal.

Then, its limbs and head began to deform and fold. Numerous mechanical structures, including round wheels, flipped out from the inside, and even the soft horsehair twisted together, transforming into rows of dark red spiral spikes.

After a series of dazzling transformations, what appeared under Ivan was no longer a pitch-black horse, but an ultra-heavy cruise motorcycle with a silver exhaust pipe, dark gold exposed mechanical components and a black body, a tall handlebar, an inclined and extended suspension, a low seat, and a front wheel with a larger diameter than the rear wheel.

The mechanized horse head is thinner than normal, and the front of the car transformed from it looks like a horse skull.

Spiral spikes made of twisted horsehair are densely distributed on the front of the vehicle and the outside of the protective armor covering the front wheels, adding a touch of undisguised violent aesthetics to the wildness of this heavy motorcycle, which is already full of wildness and is about to overflow.

With the strange sound of cool khaki, the black horse suddenly turned into a roaring heavy motorcycle as it moved forward.

The roar of the engine immediately replaced the neighing of the horse, and the high-speed spinning wheels rolled over the scorched ground that still had unextinguished flames. The end of the heavy motorcycle that was transformed from the horse was shining with blood-red lights, and the increasingly faster moving speed made the headlights drag a straight forward light track in the air.

Ivan gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle tightly and shouted to his partner.

"Fly, Mountain King!"

Immediately, the Sanwang, transformed into a heavy cruiser, let out a roar from its engine that resounded throughout the sky. The powerful horsepower made the entire motorcycle seem to have wings, and it rushed straight into the sky along a collapsed and tilted building debris.

At the moment the tires rushed off the road, the heavy cruise motorcycle flew high like an all-steel cannonball that had escaped the constraints of gravity!

In front of him were more than a hundred winding vines glowing with intense magical light, and behind him were the burning ruins of a city.

In the sky surrounded by strong light and scorching heat, the young man's messy hair flew up high like a black flame. Even though he was in such a doomsday scene, his eyes shining with dark golden light were still bright and without any despair!

Staring at the huge flow of magic power in front of him, countless information flashed through Ivan's mind. Even if it was just a long experience in the virtual world, the instinct that once belonged to a fifth-level giant driver still allowed him to make judgments in the first time.

The magic power is so huge that even if it is driven by the most ordinary magic formula, it can destroy almost all obstacles in its way with great momentum, no matter if they are people or cities.

Therefore, he had to interrupt the other party's upcoming spell. And the key to everything was the huge glass hourglass floating behind the Witch King!

There was no longer any thought of hiding his strength, and the extraordinary professional power of the Ash Knight was instantly stimulated to the extreme.

At the same time, the only secret of the Lan Dou Holy Fist was also stimulated to the extreme.

The originally colorless and transparent configuration force has now transformed into a golden flame-like pattern that fills the young man's outstretched palm.

The primordial magic power that roared and surged in the body as if burning was confined to a very small space by the mystery of the Holy Fist. The destructive power contained in it was further compressed and increased to an even more terrifying level.

Force string control X destruction white light sword!

Chapter 132: Sky-Breaking Flame Killing

The power of the boxing configuration that has been brought to its extreme reveals a brilliant golden color.

Flame-like patterns quickly spread across Ivan's five outstretched fingers, and in the center of his palm emerged a spiral eye pattern with swirling patterns.

At the same time, the accumulation of the Ash Knight's only offensive ability, the White Light Sword of Destruction, continued to climb towards its peak, but after reaching the peak that could have been released, this climb did not stop.

The phoenix blood, which was originally used to transform magic power into vitality, was now being driven in reverse by Alvin.

Under the influence of the perfect physical talent of the Titan bloodline, the huge vitality that circulates like the vast ocean is constantly converted into an equally astonishing amount of magic power by the innate ability of the phoenix blood, thereby continuously increasing the power of the white light sword of destruction to a level that breaks the limit.

The original magic equation that drove the White Light Sword of Destruction was not enough to support such a huge accumulation of magic power. However, Alvin used the effect of force string control to burst out all his strength, forcibly restraining the magic power that was on the verge of getting out of control, and even further compressed it to an even more exaggerated degree.

To give a very easy-to-understand example, if magic is regarded as flowing tap water, Alvin's behavior at this moment is like flushing with a pipe, using his own grip to forcibly compress the diameter of the outlet end, thereby forcing the water pressure in the pipe to rise to a higher level, making the water sprayed out stronger and more powerful.

Although the details are very different, the principles are the same.

In a matter of seconds, a dazzling white ball of light, barely the size of a ping-pong ball, appeared in front of Ivan's outstretched palm. It looked as if he was holding a miniature sun in his palm!

The white ball of light that constantly emits dazzling light is in a very unstable state. It often expands slightly outward, and then is compressed back to its original size by the force of the surrounding configuration.

No explanation was needed; anyone with a discerning eye could see that such an unstable magical energy pool could not be maintained for long. Fortunately, Alvin didn't need it to be maintained for a long time.

The next second, a white light filled with destructive light and heat pierced through the sun like a long white rainbow, reaching the body of the Witch King Menes!

Feeling the powerful magical power gathering, even the Witch King would not take it lightly.

Menes quickly placed the scepter in his hand horizontally in front of him and recited a command in the ancient Saga language which contained magic.

“Contraction defense.”

Almost in an instant, the volume of the Barrier of Despair shrank inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, facing the attack of the destructive white light sword with a higher defensive strength.

The slender white light finally hit the red light curtain, and the latter immediately began to tremble violently. The amplitude of the tremor was even more obvious than when it was subjected to continuous attacks from the Eagle-headed Winged God before, as if it might collapse at any time.

However, the war-level defensive barrier did have an exaggerated defensive power far beyond that of ordinary spells. Even after Alvin released the destructive white lightsaber beyond his limit, he was unable to penetrate it.

However, the black-haired boy who saw this scene did not show disappointment or even despair on his face. Instead, he even had a faint smile of success on his face.

On the contrary, the second wizard king Menis looked around and the originally weird smile on his face gradually faded.

The Barrier of Despair remained intact under the attack of the White Light Sword of Destruction, so she herself was naturally unharmed. However, the surrounding special vines, which had gathered a large amount of magic power and were about to unleash an attack, now looked particularly miserable.

The reason is simple. If you can compress magic power, you can naturally divert it.

The precise control of his own strength by the force string allowed Ivan to modify the originally concentrated white light sword of destruction into a scattered pattern similar to a shotgun. With this, he launched a simultaneous attack on all the vines surrounding the Witch King Menes, numbering over a hundred.

However, this would severely limit the attack power distributed to each vine. However, relying on the powerful perception gained from entering the perfect realm and sufficient combat experience, these scattered attacks could accurately strike the crystal structure at the end of the vine that gathered magic power.

It was like throwing a lit firecracker into the ammunition, instantly detonating the large amount of magic power that the Witch King had gathered at the end of the vines, causing all the vines to "bloom", literally "bloom".

In a short period of time, without these vines that came from nowhere, the Witch King Menes obviously could not use such a large-scale attack spell as easily as before.

Moreover, the massive amount of magic power she diverted into the vines could not be recovered in time, and the strength of the Barrier of Despair also decreased due to Ivan's forward attack.

This is an opportunity...

"Brad!"

Alvin immediately shouted out his senior brother's name.

In a brief moment, less than a breath, Brad realized that an extremely rare opportunity had finally appeared.

However, he did not drive the Eagle-Headed Winged God to launch further attacks, nor did he use familiar boxing techniques such as the Randou Sand Falcon Fist.

Brad directly used a secret technique that could only be used by the Sky-Breaking Fist, a cruel secret technique that would most likely cause the user to self-destruct.

At the same time, memories of the past flooded into Brad's mind, as if reflected backwards at the speed of light, and quickly emerged in his mind.

In the picture, a huge fist burning with flames fell from the sky like a meteorite...

"Brad, inherit our beliefs and change this desert!" The last words left by his companions are still echoing in his ears.

That was the first time the Alliance liberated a city-state, and the fighter who shouted these words was the last victim of the battle.

"Well, now it's my turn."

The eagle-headed winged god, which was more than 30 meters tall, suddenly let out a loud eagle cry, and then jumped high with Brad.

The blue eagle-headed winged god suddenly turned red. No, it was not his color that changed, but a raging burning flame instantly enveloped his body!

Sky breaking flames killing!

The moment his entire body of magic power ignited, Brad shouted, and his voice overlapped with the burning Eagle-headed Winged God behind him.

Then, he and the steel armored hollow form, who were one and the same, made a movement at the same time.

That is to face forward, towards the road that has not yet been blazed - swing your fist!!!

Wrapped in the rising and rolling bright red light, like a burning meteorite falling from the sky, the steel-clad phantom more than 30 meters high fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, Brad swung his right arm violently, driving the flame-wrapped fist of the huge eagle-headed winged god behind him to hit the red light curtain in front of the Witch King.

The burning flaming fist collided violently with the light curtain, but strangely, it did not make the expected earth-shattering sound.

Time seemed to pause at this moment, and it seemed as if only a brief blink of an eye had passed.

Click.

An almost inaudible crisp sound was heard.

The barrier of despair that seemed to be forever unbreakable was shattered!

Chapter 133: The Witch King's Battlefield

Is there hope behind despair?

When the red light curtain shattered, the scattered magical fragments filled the entire city like sparks.

Then, a sigh emanated. The elf-like woman leaned against the collapsed, broken vines, and the sigh that emanated from her mouth could be clearly heard throughout the city.

"A hundred years is like a dream."

The ground began to tremble, and the whole city began to shake. Something extremely huge was surging under the sand, under the soil, and under the rocks.

It was as if a mountain buried underground was rising.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A dull sound similar to a heartbeat or a drumbeat came from deep underground, making everyone's expression extremely stiff.

The same thing happened to those fleeing in the distance. They didn't know what was happening, but the most basic biological instinct for survival was warning everyone. It was like seeing a tornado forming from afar; anyone with enough courage would immediately realize that some massive threat was approaching.

However, even the Fist Fighter apprentices leading the group out didn't know where this terrifying sense of threat came from. They simply did their best to maintain order in the crowd, forcing them not to stop, even if they had to crawl, to leave this city that was about to fall into destruction.

Only the few elderly people in the crowd suddenly became extremely frightened. Some almost buried memories poured out from the depths of their hearts. It was the memory of the most fundamental fear, the horrific past that people wanted to deliberately avoid.

"The Witch King is awake! The Witch King is awake! Go!!!"

"Awake?" On the outskirts of the city, a mysterious man covered in a large black robe murmured in a soft and nostalgic tone:

Standing in front of him was the great elder Rigor, who had disappeared for a long time since the plan began.

As the Grand Elder of the Fist of Freedom, Rigor was not involved in the plan to assassinate the Witch King at all. Instead, he appeared here alone, blocking the mysterious man's way.

"Gail, your actions are meaningless. Menes is not a Seneid. You are not facing a 'beast' driven only by instinct." The mysterious man said leisurely.

"Besides, after a hundred years of fighting, even if you were once a half-giant warrior, with that little life force left, how many times can you still attack? Once? Or twice?"

Calmly gazing at the mysterious black-robed man in front of him, Rigor, the former half-blood giant warrior, whose height was now shorter than an average man's waist, simply stood there and said calmly in a calm tone:

"Enough to stop you."

"Heh." The man chuckled, with a strange hissing sound in between.

"As stubborn as ever, just like Seinede."

"That fellow is indeed a dwarf with a stone character. Ever since he adopted that unfortunate nephew, he has not levied blood tax on a large scale. He just uses uncontrolled drinking and ridiculous manual work to suppress the 'beast' in his heart." The man shook his head, his words carrying some sighs and some uncontrollable smiles.

"Ten years, haha, I don't know how he managed to hold on for these ten years, it's puzzling."

"By the way, speaking of this, I'm a little curious." The man suddenly changed the subject and looked at Rigor who was standing in front of him with a cruel look.

"How does it feel to waste the life of a disciple to kill an old friend?"

Rigor stared at the man's face, which was covered by a cloak and a hood. There was no expression, only a darkness that not even light could penetrate.

"happy."

The man, who was so old that his back was completely hunched, gave his answer word by word.

"Young people are burning their lives, burning their ideals, and carrying out their beliefs. As their master, I am happy only for them."

"Hmph." The black-robed man chuckled and did not continue to ask the other half for the answer.