Star Forge Titan

"Want to die? Want to die! Then let's die together! Hahaha!!!" Menis laughed and opened his arms, and the broken butterfly wings reassembled and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The huge eye-shaped pattern, gorgeous yet carrying an inexplicable sense of fear, lit up with dazzling magical light. Feeling the strong gaze, Menice knew that she would never be able to avoid this attack, and she had no intention of escaping. Instead, she summoned all her magic power to end the battle with this one attack!

Unprecedented and astonishing magical power surged inside the Witch King's massive beast body that was three hundred meters tall. Magic power of this magnitude was simply not something that an ordinary fourth-level cultivator could reach.

But the Witch King began to use his soul power again at this moment, and Alvin immediately felt a power purer than magic converging towards the second Witch King's eyebrows.

"Crazy woman..." Horhara, who was roaming around waiting for an opportunity to attack, growled angrily and turned around and ran away.

"You actually dared to use your soul power. Aren't you afraid of being completely devoured by the 'beast' within you?"

"..." Menis, transformed into a filthy-winged butterfly, looked back at his once closest companion, and a smile appeared on his hideous face after his helmet shattered.

"I, in my madness, still retain a trace of memories, but you, shrinking back in fear, are no longer the brave swordsman you once were."

"Those who have truly been devoured..."

"It's you, Captain."

After saying that, a pure white butterfly flew out from between Menis' eyebrows, and the incomparable huge magic power around him was perfectly called upon, and the soul power belonging to the caster began to take effect.

"The wind cries and the rain weeps, the broken wings flutter, the past is hard to catch up, and the butterfly dream leaves no trace." The poem of the soul born from the depths of consciousness, the words of liberation are recited, and the power from the soul is stimulated to the extreme.

Relying on the massive magic power contained in its huge beast body and the soul power with a higher priority, Menis summoned all his strength in a very short time to release a terrifying magic that was enough to completely destroy the entire city and the surrounding large areas.

The strong winds gathered together, and it was a storm more violent than the hurricane that Rigor summoned with the power of the gale. Even solid stones would be forcibly ground into fine gravel in such a violent wind.

This is——Destruction Storm!!!

"...Second-level limited forbidden magic." Alvin showed a somewhat bitter expression.

I had clearly overestimated the Witch King's strength as much as possible, but I didn't expect that the craziest one among them could do such a thing.

For modern magical civilizations, second-level limited forbidden magic is an absolutely strategic force, a trump card that must never be deployed unless absolutely necessary. Just look at the current state of the Silent Desert to see the dire consequences of unchecked forbidden magic.

Although compared with the first-level absolutely forbidden magic, the destructive power of the second-level limited forbidden magic is much weaker, and its impact on the environment is not as far-reaching as the former.

But this only applies to the first-level, absolutely forbidden magic. Compared to such violent and terrifying magic, ordinary magic is like a child's bubble gun compared to the button on an intercontinental ballistic missile about to be pressed. The difference is indescribable.

Something must be done!

Ivan and Brad looked at each other and both realized the matter very clearly.

But at this moment, a faint spherical light shield suddenly appeared around the two of them. It was the last protection that Rigor left for his disciples.

As for the crowd that had just run away not far away, this old boxer also wanted to protect them!

Feeling the exhaustion of his vitality and magic power, the old man, whose light around him dimmed, did not feel the slightest fear. He just stared at the Second Witch King who summoned up amazing magic power, and then fiercely kicked out the blow that ended it all.

The storm is coming! The storm that sweeps across the sky and the earth is coming!!!

Countless fissures opened up in the earth, the largest of which looked like newly formed canyons. The sky was completely torn apart, and all the clouds were dragged to the ground, turning into torrents of swirling rain.

At the same time, a storm composed entirely of magic power, commanded by the power of the soul, rose from the ground to the sky.

It was no longer a fight between two extraordinary beings, but two storms, two conscious natural disasters colliding with each other and devouring each other, intending to become an even more terrifying super storm.

The once prosperous city of Ismailia was completely destroyed. Buildings turned into gravel at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the streets disappeared in the endless yellow sand. Even the towering outer city walls were torn into pieces, as if they were not made of heavy stones and solidified mortar, but were casually folded from thin and fragile paper.

However, this terrifying destructive force was strangely bounded within a certain range. The two counter-rotating storms canceled each other out. Although the aftermath alone could completely destroy the city, the hellish scene of destruction was confined within the city walls.

In the distance, the crowd stared silently at the apocalyptic scene. They were no longer able to flee, and they knew that once the balance was broken, they would never be able to escape this terrible disaster.

All that is left is perhaps to pray and wait for the final outcome.

Soon, the end came.

The two storms suddenly disappeared without any warning, leaving behind only the white giant and the filthy-winged butterfly standing back to back.

"Well done." A hint of calmness suddenly appeared on the ferocious and terrifying face of the beast that Menis transformed into.

“…” Rigor stood there in silence.

Then, cracks emitting magical light began to appear on the Filthy Winged Butterfly's massive body. These cracks spread so quickly that in the blink of an eye, they covered every corner of the Witch King's body.

Destruction finally arrived. The massive butterfly wings, insect body, and human body fell apart, like a crumbling mountain, turning into a mass of fragments scattered across the ground.

As the fragments fell, they shattered further until they were completely reduced to a handful of fine sand.

call--

Horhara, who had just left, immediately appeared. This incarnation was also affected by the previous attack. Now it could no longer maintain its aggregated state for a long time, so it had to transform into a large number of insects and beasts and disperse in the air. The figure who served as the core host of the Witch King's will also appeared in the air.

It was a strange creature whose body was covered with fine scales, and whose body was very tall, but whose back was bent forward. It looked like both a human and a lizard.

Holhara stared at the scattered debris on the ground with his dim eyes, controlling the insect beast to search it casually without any respect, and did not pay any attention to Rigor standing in the distance.

Because he knew that this former slave had exhausted all his strength in the battle just now, and death was only a matter of time for him.

The scattered insect beasts quickly passed back various information, and Horhara's expression immediately became extremely ugly.

Slowly raising his head, the First Wizard King shouted in a cold and tyrannical tone:

"Fragments? Where are the fragments that Menis holds!?!"

Rigor, transformed into a giant, slowly turned around, an undisguised mockery appearing on his old face.

"Your rule should end." As he said this, Rigor's body also began to turn into sand and dissipate.

"Just a slave! How dare you!" Horhara's voice revealed uncontrollable anger, but he could do nothing to a dead man.

However, the dead weren't the only ones present. The First Sorcerer King cast a tyrannical gaze at the survivors outside the city. Even if it was just to replenish some magic power, it could at least reduce the losses a little.

But his idea had long been seen through by Rigor, and the old fighter made final arrangements before leaving.

"What... is this?" Brad looked at the stone disk fragment in his hand, a look of confusion crossing his previously sorrowful face. Puzzled, he handed the fragment to his junior, hoping to elicit an answer.

The moment the battle ended, the magic power left by Rigor suddenly became strong again from its decline, as if the old man was passing the last bit of strength to his disciple through the air.

Along with it came a fragment of a stone disc of unknown purpose, which was carried by a gust of wind and delivered accurately to Brad's hands.

Unlike his senior brother who was confused, Alvin took the disc fragment and was about to take a closer look, but the information he felt afterwards made his eyes widen.

"Witch King...Secret Technique!?!"

Then, the black-haired boy noticed the insect beasts that began to move in groups, and immediately realized what the First Wizard King was planning to do.

Although Brad beside him was surprised by what his junior brother had just said, he also noticed the actions of the insect beast group and an angry expression immediately appeared on his face.

"Fist fighters, assemble!" The shout transmitted with the power of the strong wind immediately resounded through the sky, and all the fist fighters wearing white cloaks took a step forward together.

Even the apprentices who had not yet passed the examination showed no sign of retreating and came to their mentors one after another.

"Stupid." The First Wizard King's cold voice echoed above the ruins of the city.

His murderous intent was unconcealed, just like the scorching desert sun hanging high above.

"You are stupid!" Alvin's voice rang out from the ground.

The boy held the fragment of the stone disc tightly in his right hand and raised it high, his eyes flashing with anger like a raging fire!

That is anger towards the despicable, the enslavers, and the tyrants!

This anger is destined to set the entire desert on fire!!!

Chapter 140: Golden Wing Knight

[Super administrator has logged in]

[Warning: Gaia Disc is incomplete, the power law is broken, the super administrator cannot be activated normally, and the authority is incomplete]

[The underground magic transmission network system has been activated. The magic units that can be mobilized are limited, and the attributes that can be converted are limited. The current limited element is the element of wind*＆@……＃! ＃@￥]

The moment it came into contact with the stone-like disc fragments, the system, or the lepton terminal, transmitted a series of messages. The content was not complete, but it was enough to explain a lot.

Alvin immediately realized the importance of the fragment in his hand. Compared to the secret magic of the Witch King, whose full picture was not yet understood, perhaps this was the real treasure they got from the ruins of the Giant Kingdom.

A high-level permission fragment called the 'Gaia Disc', capable of operating the underground giant engineering wonder 'Earth Vein Magic Transmission Network'.

Although this proved to be incomplete due to the broken carrier, it was impossible to obtain true super administrator privileges, and even impossible to call upon the pure magic flowing in the earth vein magic network in a normal way.

But in the eyes of veteran players in the virtual world of Palladia like Ivan, even broken permissions are very valuable. As long as you find a spellcaster who has received orthodox high-level magic education, most of them can come up with one or two ways to steal the earth magic in the system.

This does not mean that the technology mastered by the Giant Kingdom is not good enough. On the contrary, it is because the technological system established by the Giant Kingdom thousands of years ago is too excellent. With its highly automated system that has been running for thousands of years and incomplete authority fragments, stealing the magic power of the earth veins may be easier than imagined.

I think the Witch Kings usually use the fragments of the Gaia Disc to secretly extract the magic power flowing within the earth vein magic network.

As for why they still collect 'blood tax', perhaps there is another reason.

but!

Unlike the group of thieves who accidentally obtained authority fragments, Alvin himself has extremely high VIP privileges and can draw on the huge amount of magic power flowing in the earth vein network in universal standard units free of charge.

Therefore, after coming into contact with the Gaia disc fragments with incomplete permissions, his own VIP permissions also changed accordingly.

[The holder has been detected to have special qualifications and VIP privileges]

[Contacting the third ruins management agency]

[No response from the superior administrator]

Try again

[No response from the superior administrator]

[Volume 66, Chapter 1189, Section 31103 of the Smart Self-Management and Control Regulations contain no relevant content for reference]

[In the event of an abnormal situation, the decision will be made through the KWS (King, Warrior, Magician) three-pillar system.]

[Important reminder, the holder has been detected to have a special meme, and verification is in progress...]

[Verified, confirmed as a quasi-level second-class limited human god candidate]

The King has made his judgment.

The Second Pillar Warrior has made his judgment.

The Third Pillar Priest has made his judgment.

【Judgement and transfer to the empty pillar poet】

The poet has made suggestions

【Final judgment is made】

[Unable to change super administrator permissions. A restricted super administrator is logged in.]

……

[Welcome back, great star-shaper, son of the Titans, quasi-first-class, second-class limited human-god candidate.]

The magic power is coming!

Sensing the strong magical reaction from underground, an expression of clear astonishment appeared on the scaly lizard face of the First Witch King's core incarnation.

How could it be possible? He had only just received the fragments, and hadn't had time to complete any secret rituals. Even if it had been running for a thousand years, how could the Giant Kingdom's legacy be so easily stolen?!

But things have already happened, and magic power is continuously flowing into Ivan's body.

Giant God Form? No, with limited administrator privileges, one can only draw upon a limited range of earth vein magic power, which is not enough to complete the transformation into Giant God Form.

So how could they fight against the incarnation of the Witch King before them? The First Witch King's power had already been demonstrated in the previous battle, a formidable existence comparable to the beastly forms of the other Witch Kings. Even if they were now dispersed into an army of insect beasts, it would not be something that could be dealt with by just one or two transcendents.

Wait, one or two? Two... two! Ivan's eyes suddenly brightened.

While pondering, the First Sorcerer King decided to strike first. Although he didn't understand what secrets the young Fist Fighter before him was hiding, he knew it could certainly threaten his supreme authority as the Sorcerer King.

For thousands of years, any monarchy has had only one way to deal with challengers, and that is to kill!

The royal power is lonely and inviolable. Any individual that threatens its existence must be completely destroyed!

The army of insects and beasts that had just dispersed gathered again. Even if all the individuals among them would die due to exhaustion of vitality after this time, the supremacy of the Witch King's authority must be ensured!

roar!!!!!!!!!

With a deafening roar, the wingless dragon composed of thousands of insects and beasts once again stood on the earth.

"This is the only way." Brad gritted his teeth and raised his hand to press the red lines drawn on his chest.

The steel-clad phantom he had just summoned was now only a faint shadow like smoke, so he had to activate the ritual of returning the heavenly essence and obtain a large amount of magic power again to activate this incomplete Heaven-Splitting Fist, just to cover the safe retreat of his companions and innocent people!

"Wait." Alvin suddenly stopped his senior brother's actions.

"There's no time! Junior Brother!" Brad shouted anxiously:

"Yes, there's no time to explain." Ivan nodded vigorously, then grabbed Brad's head and pushed him towards the steel-clad figure behind him.