Star Forge Titan

Listening to the cheerful singing of cats and bugs beside his ears, Alvin wrote again:

"Catworms are a group of very cute and cheerful little creatures. If possible, I really want Frey to see them with her own eyes..." Stopping the remote operation of the pen, Alvin took out a slate from his arms.

This was the ancient relic he obtained from the Sandworm Queen during his adventure in the body of the Sandworm King. It had been temporarily deposited with the Catworm's adjutant, White III, and now it was returned to its original owner.

Looking at the crystal slab in his hand that was motionless like an ornament, Alvin fell into deep thought.

If you want to become a third-level cultivator, you must comprehend the power of the soul. So, have you comprehended it now or not?

If I said I hadn't grasped it, the overflowing power every time I activated Titan form was clearly a direct manifestation of soul power. But if I said I had grasped it, it seemed I hadn't truly awakened my unique soul ability, let alone the ultimate Titan power known as the 'Soul of the Uranus King'.

As for the latter, we are not completely clueless. In the core of the sandworm king Herbert's body, isn't there a trace of the king's soul power from a thousand years ago?

Perhaps I can get some inspiration from it...

But if he wants to return to Herbert, the King of Sandworms, he must figure out how to use the wisdom tablet in his hand with the word 'Mímir' engraved on it.

However, Alvin once complained that this thing looks like a retro-style smartphone, but it doesn't come with an instruction manual!

"Level 3, the Wisdom Slate, and how to feed this large group of furry creatures. I have a feeling that there will be more to come."

He let out a somewhat melancholy sigh, but a smile appeared on Ivan's face again.

He folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope. Looking at the rising sun in the distance, he felt a certain emotion swelling in his heart, something as warm as the sunshine - hope.

At the same time, in Avonmore, the capital of Elrond, far to the north of the continent.

The red-haired demon girl was browsing a letter that had finally arrived.

Teleportation magic is extremely difficult, so the current means of long-distance information transmission on the Palladio continent still requires delivery over long distances.

However, the railways Linde had begun building had greatly accelerated travel between regions. Elrond, though using different technology, had also begun constructing similar long-distance transport routes using specialized Warcraft locomotives.

But for two countries that are undergoing technological innovation, the first thing they develop is of course the roads within their own countries.

For at least a considerable period of time, the rest of the continent would have to maintain the more common travel methods that had existed for thousands of years. Therefore, it would take several months for a letter to be sent from the Silent Desert to the northern demon kingdom of Elrond, even if it was taken by relatively fast water routes.

If this is true for a letter, it is even more true for an entire army.

The young demon king named Afrediya read the entire letter with a smile on her face, and she forcibly suppressed the urge to send the army to the other side of the continent to capture someone.

"So, someone still isn't planning on coming back?" With a soft complaint, Frey leaned back on the spacious throne. Over time, the color of the girl's horns had matured, gradually transforming from their original white to a deeper, more brilliant gold.

This means that the blood from the ancient dragon is constantly reviving in her body and has begun to affect her external physical characteristics.

As Afrediya pursed her lips slightly, the atmosphere in the entire Iron Palace suddenly became heavy. The special magical pressure belonging to the dragon clan descended directly into the seemingly empty palace, which made Ostolfo, who had just happily run over to deliver a letter to ask for credit, start to tremble.

The young Foreign Secretary's animal-like crisis instinct enabled him to immediately recognize a potential threat.

Oh no, my sister’s mood seems to have gotten worse. No, I have to run!

Ostolfo turned his head and saw Khayon, who was also looking grim. The new head of the School of Necromancy, who was about to report on his recent work, was completely frozen like an elephant in a refrigerator. For an ordinary person like him without dragon blood, dragon might was even more difficult to bear than ordinary magical pressure.

Khayang forced a smile at the former little prince and now His Royal Highness the Prince. After all, he was a superior transcendent being. He did not turn around, but started to return the same way he had come, and at the same time signaled to Ostolfo not to make any sound.

Thus, the two unlucky guys, big and small, who were caught up in the devil's wrath, immediately tiptoed out of the palace.

The next moment, the roar of the mother dragon was heard from the Iron Palace.

"That stinky man!"

The maids and ministers, who had gradually become accustomed to it, covered their ears and exchanged helpless glances.

"Your Majesty is under a lot of pressure."

"Your Majesty is indeed under a lot of pressure."

"Your Majesty must be under a lot of pressure these days."

"After all, it is..."

"By the way, His Royal Highness, is he not planning to come back?"

"Hasn't the most adorable little prince returned from Linde a long time ago?"

"I'm talking about another prince."

"Oh, the masked one."

"Yes~"

Today, the Palace of Elrond is as bustling as ever.

Volume 6: Journey to the Center of the Earth

Chapter 1: Riverside New City

"After crossing this sand dune, we'll almost reach Nuenris!"

Brayde stood on a low hill in front of the crowd and said with great satisfaction in his loudest voice:

Although the long journey made people feel extremely tired, after hearing his words, people still couldn't help but look up and gaze into the distance.

Standing on the low sand dunes, everyone could clearly see that on the distant horizon, beside the dried-up ancient river channel, an ancient, dilapidated yet vibrant city came into view.

Ancient and dilapidated, naturally, refers to the city's outermost wall. There's still a section there that hasn't been properly repaired, revealing a gap large enough for an entire Komidon beast to pass through.

Various signs of destruction can also be seen in the inner areas of the city, making people realize that this is a city that has experienced war.

But the city also reveals a vibrant and dynamic side. Makeshift tents fill the city and surrounding areas. More than two-thirds of the city is under construction, giving it the appearance of a massive construction site.

Everywhere you look you can see wooden frames erected, containing newly built houses that have reached the roof-up stage.

The building's exterior was quite plain, devoid of any sense of luxury. It was entirely composed of thick mud walls, with the windward side exhibiting a smooth, curved shape. Several rows of small windows were placed in the thick walls for ventilation. The interior was likely dimly lit, and the rooms were likely not very spacious. It was clearly a communal apartment designed to house a large number of families.

Despite this, all the workers responsible for constructing the building seemed to be working very hard, because each of them knew that these houses, which looked simple and somewhat dull, were not prepared for the noble lords, but were built for the most ordinary desert people like them.

It can be said that these people are building their own houses.

In addition, what shocked the people who arrived at the new city after a slow migration was the huge skeleton lying not far from the new city of Nuenris.

The corpse, which was hundreds of meters long, had now completely turned into bones, but the remaining bones alone looked like a white city of bones from a distance.

The ribs that curve and stand upright towards the sky resemble two rows of uniquely shaped white columns, supporting an invisible transparent ceiling.

The skull standing alone not far away looked like a two-story building entirely in bone white. Sunlight shone into it through the empty eye sockets and the gap in the back of the head, allowing others to clearly see the scene inside.

The traces left by the once high and mighty Witch King are now so indelible.

However, people no longer feared his existence, and even built a prosperous city on the spot based on the solid bones left by the Witch King.

At the top of the towering thick ribs, workers with safety ropes tied around their waists can be seen hanging wide canvas between adjacent ribs. It is like a suggested roof, blocking the scorching sun and creating a cool area on the ground.

Closer to the bottom of the ribs, workers brought in sand, gravel and soil and began to build stone walls, preparing to transform the chest cavity of the Witch King's skeleton into a special building covering a considerable area.

"..." Alvin looked at Thorin beside him in silence.

According to the findings from the previous battle, the Witch King's human body seemed to be completely integrated into the beast body when it was activated, so no matter what, that was the last trace of his uncle left in this world.

In a sense, the liberated people of the desert are now starting construction on Uncle Thorin's grave, or even dismantling the grave to use as building materials.

But surprisingly, the young dwarf remained calm. He simply twitched his lips, revealing a rather helpless yet somewhat sentimental expression.

"I'm really curious about what expression that scoundrel uncle, who always has a gloomy face, would have if he knew that his death had turned into a school."

The school Thorin was referring to was, of course, the large building that would be constructed from the Witch King's bones. Even from a great distance, one could see a stone sign hanging from the Witch King's skull, which read: Freedom Academy.

“…” Hearing the dwarf’s words, Alvin couldn’t help but show an expression of surprise.

"Is it strange? I was a little surprised myself."

"But no matter what, at least people are smiling more now. Maybe that's enough."

After saying that, Thorin shrugged, slammed the axe on his shoulder to the ground, and looked at the unfinished building with a look of relief as if he had put down a heavy burden.

A trace of blood could be seen on the dwarf's axe blade. This journey hadn't been easy for anyone. The harsh environment of the Silent Desert had already caused many to fall ill, and the intervention of other Witch Kings was both infuriating and frustrating.

Since the five desert city-states are quite far from each other, the first intervention forces that arrived were mostly highly mobile troops that were good at rapid transfer.

They might find it difficult to inflict devastating damage on a large and diverse migrating group. The Free Fist's successive victories over two Witch Kings was a significant threat to the average Witch King's army.

But the kind of hit-and-run harassment was unheard of. Even if they just startled the Komidon beasts and confused these gentle giants for a while, it was considered a success for this group.

Among the several intervening armies, the guy who was most active in this kind of behavior was Northwind, one of the four kings under the command of the First Wizard King, Sun Horhara. He was a beast tamer and summoner of the third level who was good at controlling magical beasts.

Not only does he have a variety of dangerous creatures under his command, he also has a cavalry unit riding desert lizards that can move like the wind.

At first, the Free Fist fighters had no way to deal with this group of extremely annoying bastards who were like "mosquitoes" in a mosquito net.

This isn't surprising. In the past, fighters were rebels challenging the existing brutal order, often playing the role of the attacker. But now, they've become the creators and maintainers of a new order, and therefore have to get used to being guardians. This shift in identity requires some adjustment.

However, after experiencing an attack, Alvin thought for a moment and came up with a rather simple and crude method.

A single finger is easily broken, but when five fingers are clenched into a fist, they can deliver a powerful punch to the enemy. Gather all the top-tier transcendents into the same highly mobile unit, and then play a good game of cat and mouse with these bastards.

But Heidi then proposed another solution. She let her caravan go ahead and distance herself from the main force, pretending that she could not bear the disturbance and wanted to distance herself from the Fists of Freedom, but in fact she was acting as bait to lure the enemy deeper.

Ivan was quite surprised by the female mage's active support for the desert people's resistance to tyranny, but when he asked her about it, he only got a mysterious smile.

Soon, the plan worked.

The beastmaster who claimed to be one of the four kings under the command of the First Wizard King Horhara immediately ordered his beast cavalry regiment to chase after the advance caravan loaded with all kinds of exquisite goods with great excitement.

If he were to attack the migrating group head-on, Northwind admitted that he did not have the courage to do so. However, it would take a lot of courage to rob a caravan that was not in a clear mind and was too far away from the main force to provide timely support.

Of course, Northwind wasn't so reckless as to charge right in. If he were that foolish, he wouldn't have become one of the Four Heavenly Kings under the First Wizard King. Even with the ability, a fool would have a hard time surviving in a workplace filled with brutal competition and potentially life-threatening situations.

"Don't be impatient, my little cutie, we need to test it out first." Stroking the mount under his crotch, yes, this guy was riding a goat that he had deeply transformed with magic, Northwind said in a very gentle tone:

The cavalrymen accompanying him looked at each other, lowering their heads to hide the nausea on their faces. Having a pervert as a leader, even if he was quite capable, was not a pleasant experience.

Fortunately, the result of the test was very encouraging. The cavalrymen who rushed into the caravan waved their scimitars wantonly and chopped down the caravan members one by one. Even from a long distance, their screams could be heard, and the blood that spurted high into the air after the arteries were severed was even more eye-catching.

"Help!"

"I don't want to die!"

"mom!"

The body, spurting blood, fell heavily to the ground, raising a cruel cloud of blood-red dust. As they watched, some cavalrymen had already jumped onto the tall Komidon beasts and began to examine the various exquisite goods they carried.

Under the sunlight, the golden radiance was so dazzling that Northwind could no longer sit still.

He knew full well the nature of his bloodthirsty and greedy soldiers. If he wasn't watching them closely, they would stuff their pockets with gold coins and then report back that they had only found a few worthless coppers.

Seeing that the main force of the migration group was still far away, the support that rushed out was also at a considerable distance.

Northwind acted decisively and ordered the entire army to launch an attack. He also controlled a group of ferocious and hideous modified lizard hunters to rush towards the caravan first.

The forelimbs of those desert lizards are far more powerful than their counterparts in the natural environment, and the scimitar-shaped claws at the end are extremely sharp, which can easily cut through the human body, spilling blood and warm internal organs all over the dry sand.

It can be said that these guys are the reason why Northwind became the Four Heavenly Kings under the Witch King.

In comparison, his own military power is very limited, which is why Northwind, in addition to controlling dangerous creatures, also maintains a group of elite lizard hunting cavalry.

However, when Northwind and his beast cavalry completely rushed into the caravan, the beast trainer's almost beast-like instinct made him feel something was wrong.

It is true that many caravan members were hacked to the ground just now, and the air around them was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

But Northwind felt that there was something wrong with the corpses on the ground. They didn't seem to have much difference in height, weight or size, and their body shapes were very similar. It was like... like mass-produced puppets?

The moment he realized this, the scene before Northwinder's eyes changed drastically.

The people lying on the ground were not members of the Shangdu clan. They were clearly human-shaped dolls that had been chopped by machetes until the cotton was leaking out.

"Damn it! What kind of spell is this!?!" Northwind suddenly pulled the curved horns of the goat under his crotch, and without caring about anyone else, he turned around and rushed into the pile of lizard hunters.

Without knowing what kind of magic he had cast to be able to confuse so many people at the same time, only these beasts that were 100% under his control were Northwind's most trustworthy companions at the moment.

Don't panic, at least I still have the advantage in numbers...

This idea was overturned the next second. A large number of extremely strong and exaggerated dolls that looked like ogres popped out of the box and surrounded the beast cavalry that rushed into the caravan.

Yes, they popped out. The boxes containing the dolls were much smaller than the dolls that suddenly appeared later. They were simply forced in by some unreasonable brute force.

"What the hell is this thing!" Northwind screamed in shock and anger, and commanded the desert hunting lizards he had transformed to rush forward.

Now, he no longer cares about his subordinates and only wants to create a breakthrough as soon as possible.

However, these large, seemingly soft dolls subsequently displayed truly astonishing combat prowess. Because they were hidden in a box, the animal-fiber dolls controlled by Heidi did not carry metal claws or heavy cold weapons this time.

But each of the beast-slim war puppets now displayed extremely skilled boxing stances.

That’s right, these guys know how to box!