Star Forge Titan

The huge thunder that was released after accumulating energy for a long time with the help of natural laws was like a waterfall formed by the convergence of light falling from the sky.

With the help of Brad, the air around the Golden Winged Knight was completely sucked into a vacuum, so the lightning basically ignored its existence and rushed towards the wingless dragon.

"what!!!!!!!!!!!"

The gigantic monster incarnated by the First Sorcerer King roared and spewed out mimicking breath.

The spears of light rising from the ground smashed through countless bolts of lightning with unstoppable force, but in the end they could not escape being swallowed by the waterfall of lightning.

The roaring wingless dragon's body was soon covered by the dazzling lightning. The First Witch King's angry roar gradually faded away in the increasingly dazzling light, and his huge incarnation's figure continued to shatter and disperse until it turned into powder that could no longer be seen.

The blazing and dazzling lightning spread out in all directions, like a hammer of punishment falling from the sky, striking the ground and creating a radial black depression with a diameter of more than 100 meters.

There was no trace of the wingless dragon in the center of the depression. Only a piece of melted sand emitted a dark red luster. Even the sand at the very edge appeared to be a dark green glass state that had melted and then solidified again due to the extremely high temperature contained in the lightning.

When the sand completely cooled down, a crisp sound suddenly came from the center.

It was as if something was hitting it hard from the inside out, and the glass made of sand quickly cracked into pieces.

"Hu——" The host body of the First Witch King's consciousness, whose body was charred black, struggled to crawl out from the ground.

At this moment, the scales on his body had been completely charred, and his right hand and half of his body had become incomplete, like a piece of dry firewood that had been burned for a long time, tattered and without any dignity.

"You're really lucky." The golden-winged knight with wings on his back crossed his arms and floated quietly above the head of the host body of the First Witch King's consciousness.

The First Witch King, Horhara, whose real body was thousands of miles away, raised his head and looked up at the huge golden knight. There was no anger or frustration in his eyes, only endless greed.

"The power of boxing, the power of fighting steel armor, good! Very good! So good!!!" Horhara's charred throat could still speak.

"Unexpected development, young man. The fragments of the Gaia Disc will be temporarily in your hands."

Then, he suddenly let out a low, fierce laugh, as if he wanted to say something else.

But at this moment, the Golden Winged Knight suddenly raised his hands, and magical light flowed rapidly on his chest.

Lan Dou's new style - the swift wind and violent light!

At the heart position on the Golden Wing Knight's chest, Brad growled and crossed his arms in a new fist formation.

Then, a beam of light that was no weaker than the dragon's mimic breath just now fell from the sky, destroying the broken dark green glass ground and the host of the witch king's consciousness into ashes!

"Today I am just an incarnation, but sooner or later, I will use the tyrant's complete death to comfort my master's spirit in heaven." Looking at the ground where smoke was rising, Brad couldn't help but reveal a trace of sadness on his tough face.

"Ah, that's true." Alvin nodded, a hint of sadness appearing on his face.

At this moment, a moist breath suddenly floated in the air, accompanied by rumbling thunder. Without the restraint of the fist's configuration force, the floating dust scattered and combined with the water vapor in the clouds, and soon turned into an unprecedented heavy rain.

Only in the center of the battlefield where the Golden Winged Knight was, the brilliant sunlight fell straight through the gap in the clouds, hitting the golden armor and reflecting an incomparably bright light of hope.

In the desert, rain is a symbol of hope, but the giant golden warrior before us seems to be the concrete embodiment of the word "hope".

Seeing this scene, the people who had just lost their homes couldn't help but cheer.

"What an incredible northern man."

Looking at the ruins of Ismailia City lit up by thunder from afar, Heidi's beautiful face looked extremely pale in the light of thunder.

The female mage was still wearing the desert dancer's outfit that showed off her slender waist, but in her hand was a spear staff with a sharp spear head at the end, on which were faintly spotted bloodstains.

At the same time, there were several burly figures beside her, each nearly five meters tall, as huge and strong as an ogre.

At this moment, they were pulling out weapons of astonishing size from the bodies of the dead hound troops. Those lying on the ground were all subordinates of the First Witch King.

Originally, these Hound Troopers had intended to ambush the crowd and Freedom Fists evacuating Ismailia City, but now, they had all become breathless dead. The only ones who stepped forward to stop the soldiers were the sorceress Heidi and several tall figures of unknown origin.

When lightning flashed in the thunderstorm, the dazzling light illuminated the true appearance of these guys. They were actually several oversized dolls made of linen, buttons and coarse wool, and stuffed with a lot of cotton inside.

These dolls look quite childlike, and most of them have cartoon-like rounded lines, but their prototypes are all ferocious beasts living in the northern ice fields, such as the Peaked Gorilla, the Icefield White Bear, and the Polar Winter Wolf.

Under the occasional flashes of lightning, all the puppets' minions and the heavy weapons they held in their hands, such as maces, hammers, and meat saws, reflected a bright metallic luster, obviously made of rare and expensive steel in the desert.

The blood on it was slowly absorbed, revealing a bit of weirdness and evil.

This is the characteristic of witch magic, primitive, mysterious, yet with the wildness unique to ancient professions.

"Come back, Beast Fiber Doll." Heidi said softly:

Soon, the dolls, which were originally as tall as ogres, shrank to the size of a palm, and then lined up in an orderly manner to climb onto the hem of Heidi's skirt, and one by one they got into the small leather bag in the witch's hands.

A smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and Heidi closed the small and exquisite leather bag with a snap.

"A guy to look forward to."

Chapter 143: Losing Land but Saving People

"ended."

When the first ray of sunlight that broke through the dark clouds shone onto the ground, the tall figure of the Golden Winged Knight turned into a point of light and disappeared.

It was originally a condensed body of magic power cast from an incomplete fighting steel armor. It was normal for it to turn into environmental magic power and return to nature after being released from the summons.

As he became more and more proficient in using the ultimate force string, Alvin completed the landing with ease and stepped on solid ground again.

As the [God's Wrath] talent was deactivated, the flame color at the ends of the boy's hair slowly faded, gradually returning to its original dark color like night.

Looking around, the Silent Desert, also known as the Waterless Ocean and the Sea of ​​Dust, is still that dry, khaki color, but Alvin knows that the situation in this area has undergone earth-shaking changes.

call--

There was a gust of wind, and Brad, riding the wind, landed smoothly.

Gazing at the city ruins that had completely turned into ruins, this tall and mighty man couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

They successfully killed a Witch King, but lost a beloved teacher forever. Although it was a noble sacrifice made voluntarily by the other party, the younger generation still felt a sadness surging like a tide in their hearts.

"Now is not the time to mourn the master." Alvin pinched his nose and said in a strange voice.

"Yeah." Brad nodded, then tilted his head back so that no one could see his expression. Only a single tear rolled down the cheek of this tough guy.

"I know."

Although his junior brother's words were so rational that they made people uncomfortable, Brad knew that they were right.

"There are still many people who need our help, and there are also some people who deserve to be liquidated." Brad clenched his fists and his voice was calm.

Indeed, the Second Witch King's inhumane behavior after the assassination caused 90% of the nobles near the center of the city-state of Ismailia to die quietly.

The subsequent battle reduced the entire city to complete ruins, leaving not even a single street lamp that could bear the unbearable weight of the noble's life.

However, in the various oasis farms scattered around the city-state, many people are still suffering from extremely intense oppression, and some people are unleashing the dark side of human nature without any scruples to oppress those who should be equal to them.

Moreover, the destruction of the city of Ismailia is bound to bring about the various sand bandit gangs and extremely brutal cannibal nomadic tribes roaming in the surrounding desert.

These are imminent threats, and are crises that must be prepared for in advance.

Furthermore, while Ismailia was thoroughly destroyed, the ruins might also contain a wealth of immediately useful resources. The large number of people who successfully evacuated would need adequate supplies of food, clothing, and, most importantly, water.

It can be said that the death of the Witch King is just the beginning of a whole era of change, and the fighters of the Fist of Freedom still have many, many things to do.

Compared to the changes brought about by the war, the subsequent impact of the battle against the Second Sorcerer-King alone was comparable to that of a war itself. Post-war reconstruction was equally important, and in some ways even required more manpower and material resources than simply winning the war.

Otherwise, the victory that was originally won with such great difficulty as if by miracle may be shrouded in an indelible shadow.

Now, Brad must carry the banner of the alliance so that the fighters and the wider desert people can see the true light of hope shining in the clear sky that breaks through the clouds.

As for Alvin, he also has many problems that must be solved.

The Third Heritage Management Agency of the Giant Kingdom, this name conveyed by the earth vein network was remembered by Ivan in his mind. If one wants to explore the past of the Titan Uranus civilization and explore the secrets hidden behind history, it is a place that must be visited.

Perhaps, it is time to find the way to Abyss, the city of the underworld.

Regarding this, the young barbarian from the north is currently in an awkward situation where he has some clues but none of them are particularly useful.

Of course, Alvin felt that the first thing to do right now was to help others rebuild their homes, find supplies, rescue the wounded, and so on, a series of things that were prioritized as "urgent" tasks.

Besides that, he also had to write a second letter to Afrediya who was far away in Elrond, to explain why the city where the letter was sent from, after the previous letter said that he was out of danger and was in a new place that was remote but still safe, was...completely gone?

God is my witness, he really didn't take the initiative to do much this time. At most, he just did some small work based on his own personality and interest.

The destruction of Ismailia was ultimately the result of the two Witch Kings' conflict within the city; he bore only a minor share of the responsibility. Even this minor responsibility could be half-put on Brad's head.

I guess, as an older brother, it's only natural for him to take some of the blame for the younger brother... right?

While pondering this thought with some resignation, Ivan single-handedly lifted a large section of the collapsed building debris. His increasing proficiency in controlling the force strings allowed him to evenly distribute his strength across the shattered ruins, lifting them completely as if they were a single unit.

Putting aside the special effects of the force string control, the second step is also a rather difficult challenge for other extraordinary people, but Ivan's own strength attribute has already entered the realm of perfection. For him personally, lifting a piece of ruins is not much different from an ordinary person lifting a small stool with one hand.

Taking advantage of the space revealed by the black-haired boy lifting up the ruins, the other people who were assisting in the supply search mission immediately drilled into the ruins. Their goal was food, medicine and everything else that could be used.

Faced with an extraordinary disaster as irresistible as a natural disaster, the tenacious side of the short-lived but passionate character of the desert people is vividly displayed.

Led by the Free Fist fighters, the young and middle-aged men immediately began to build a temporary camp and sent the most agile ones to explore the city ruins for available supplies. In addition, the caravan belonging to the Golden Sands Chamber of Commerce also brought in much-needed resources such as food and water.

In the words of Heidi, the hostess of the Chamber of Commerce, as a businessman, what business could be more attractive than rebuilding a city?

However, apart from petty thieves like the Sand Bandits, Brad and the fighters of the Fist of Freedom were worried that other wizard kings would send their armies to interfere.

When they had just captured the last city, they had encountered an invading army from other wizard kings. Although the resistance was very difficult, at least there were sections of the city wall left over from the previous battle that could be used as a defensive bunker.

Now, the place where people temporarily live is basically a refugee camp built with tents. Not to mention the city walls, there is not even a wooden fence to completely surround the camp.

Just defending against the sand bandit gang that sneaked in in the middle of the night was already a headache.

Once the regular army arrives, those who have managed to escape will inevitably fall into a very bad situation.

So, Braid and the other fighters of the Free Fist Alliance made a difficult decision.

Abandon the city of Ismailia and move with the many survivors to the new city belonging to the Free Fist!

People are more important than cities.

Chapter 144: Heaven's Hourglass

Actually, I can help you build the city...

While everyone was discussing future plans, Alvin refrained from saying this.

In fact, with the support of 100,000 standard units of magic power per day provided by the Earth Magic Network, or to put it more briefly, the Earth Spirit Network, Alvin can continue to use [Reshape the World] to complete the construction of the entire city's infrastructure within a period of time.

Although the scale of the newly built city may not be as large as the original city of Ismailia, these basic parts naturally include city walls.

But when he saw the hope for their new home on people's faces, he realized that it was not just about building a city.

The real difficulty lies in preserving the homes that belong to the desert people under the pressure of the entire silent desert.

With the power that the Fist of Freedom has accumulated now, if it is divided between two cities, it will only result in one city being unable to be defended.

Besides, what really matters is always people, not cities.

The initial large-scale transfer plan was quickly completed, collecting as much supplies as possible from the city ruins in the short term while liberating the surrounding oasis farms.

After the Witch King appoints the farmer as his master, he will conduct a public trial and then buy his food and livestock at a fair price, and persuade the farmers to leave with him. Those who stay will inevitably be subjected to even harsher oppression by the Witch King's army, so considering this, the probability of them being willing to leave together should be very high.

As for those who are determined to stay and become obedient citizens, that is their own choice. Although fighters can liberate people from the tangible shackles on their bodies, the invisible shackles on their minds are not so easy to remove.

Alvin, who had little experience and interest in politics, quickly left the meeting room.

Then he saw Heidi discussing something with a large group of businessmen. These businessmen were not the big businessmen they once were. They had already fled far away after learning of the Freedom Fists' victory. Obviously, they also knew what they had done in the past.

The remaining businessmen are mostly backed by chambers of commerce of considerable size, and their business areas are mostly closely related to people's livelihood, such as the sale of agricultural products, and they have a decent reputation among most people.

Heidi's purpose in bringing these people together was naturally to prepare for the subsequent large-scale migration. The merchants' pack animals were essential vehicles for long-distance migrations. Their familiarity with the Silent Desert also made them the perfect guides for this project.

The Golden Sands Chamber of Commerce had established connections with the Fist of Freedom early on and also had a good reputation, so it naturally became the leader among these people.

Ivan nodded secretly, said hello to Heidi, then whistled to call the Mountain King, and they rode one horse (?) towards the ruins of the city.

Everyone is busy with various things, so I can't just sit there and do nothing.

The players' desire to explore is beating~

Curiosity about the Witch King drove Alvin to return to the scene of the previous battle.

Due to a devastating war, the area's ambient magic is extremely active, making it uncomfortable for ordinary people to enter. Furthermore, the war completely destroyed the city, making it unlikely that anything useful remains. Therefore, the area is currently completely deserted.

As he entered the battlefield, he heard the sound of shattering glass below. Looking down, Alvin saw the innocent expression on the Mountain King's face.

I'm just a horse, what bad things can I do? That's probably the message that the expression conveys.

"I don't blame you." Slapping his forehead helplessly, Alvin continued to look down and saw that the things crushed by the horse's hooves were actually glass formed by the sand that melted due to the high temperature in the previous battle and solidified again.

These glasses have a dark green color similar to natural glass, and bubbles and various impurities can be seen inside. They are not as transparent and clear as artificial glass.

The thunderbolt that he had caused to fall from the thunderclouds not only completely flattened all the surrounding buildings, causing the entire battlefield ruins to appear to be a very empty terrain, but also directly melted a large amount of sand on the surface into liquid. When they solidified again, what was left was this dark green glass.