Star Forge Titan

Watching this scene from afar, Ivan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. However, even someone like him, a newcomer to the area only a few months ago, could immediately recognize the potential of boxing. Having already spent several years in the Silent Desert, Heidi naturally wouldn't miss out on this unique local skill.

However, Miss Witch didn't seem to intend to perform her boxing skills herself, but instead used a uniquely shaped animal-fiber battle doll to unleash the power of her boxing skills.

The beast-fiber puppets were merely magical creations. Logically, they shouldn't be able to master the power of boxing formations, but even with ordinary boxing moves, their extraordinary strength was enough to make ordinary soldiers cry out in pain.

Imagine an oversized doll that is as tall as an ogre and no less powerful than an ogre, about five or six meters tall, imitating the butterfly steps of boxing champion Ali and then delivering a series of powerful left and right punches to someone.

Ordinary people would probably get their heads blown off by them...

Neither the lizard hunter cavalry nor the magically transformed desert lizard hunters are a match for the beast-slim war puppets that can use boxing. From time to time, you can see people or lizard hunters being hit by an uppercut and flying into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Oops! Oops! Oops!

Northwind slapped the goat's butt hard, turned around and rushed into the desert.

He doesn't want to die in such a hellish place.

However, when the beast tamer who made the Four Heavenly Kings broke out of the encirclement created by the beast war dolls.

Then I saw a dwarf holding an axe and a black-haired boy with empty hands, standing in front of the road with a relaxed look.

The latter even yawned out of boredom.

"Who's coming?" Glancing at the frowning dwarf beside him, Ivan casually asked:

"I've heard rumors about this guy and his sheep." Thorin's eye twitched.

"I'm just dirtying my axe by chopping him up."

“…” He looked at the panting goat, and then at Northwind who was sweating profusely.

Ivan was silent for a moment, then patted Thorin's shoulder hard.

"give it to you."

"what?"

Chapter 2: Defeat in a snap of the fingers

After realizing the extremely bad habit of the enemy in front of them, Alvin and Thorin glared at each other, neither of them willing to take a step forward.

The dwarf now felt regretful, extremely regretful, as to why he had been so honest in telling the relevant information.

If he had learned from the cunning tall men (a compliment used by dwarves to refer to races taller than themselves) and knew when to shut up, he might have finished the fight by now.

It was no use standing there like this. Ivan took out a coin, pretended not to notice the dwarf's tangled expression, and said casually:

"Heads or tails?"

"Positive!" Thorin didn't hesitate for too long because of the dwarf's natural character, and he directly announced his choice.

"Okay." Alvin controlled the force and flicked his thumb, and the coin immediately spun and flew into the sky.

I'm sorry, my short friend, I really don't want to get too close to the otherworldly enthusiasts of Ala0, Ai'er0 and Sug0.

Alvin, already a master of precise control over his strength, had become even more adept at controlling every bit of his power after training in boxing. If someone like him were to toss a coin, even if he consistently predicted it would land heads up, he'd still be guaranteed a perfect victory.

"Damn it! Don't look down on the Four Heavenly Kings under Lord Horhara!" Seeing that he was being used as the object of a bet, Northwind was so angry that his head was swelling.

He was a third-level being! Third-level! Even if he'd used some unorthodox methods and become a defective product without awakening his full soul power, he was still a third-level being known as a superior transcendent.

Common sense suggests that third-tier transcendents in the world of Palladia have mastered soul power, thus qualifying them as superior transcendents. However, nothing is absolute; even among fourth-tier crowned individuals, there are those who have achieved their status through the power of evil gods, not to mention those at the third tier who barely cross the threshold by simply sensing soul power.

To give a more intuitive example, it is probably the difference between a graduate student studying in Thailand and a graduate student studying in Zenith Star. In terms of academic qualifications, the two are at least nominally the same.

At this stage, most similar shortcuts are not technologically mature enough, which often greatly weakens the future potential of those who use them to achieve promotion. Therefore, they cannot replace the orthodox promotion routes developed over the past years.

But these methods can at least give the recipient a certain probability of successfully gaining stronger strength than before.

Extraordinary people in a big country like Elrond or Lind are usually more motivated to choose to continue to hone themselves and wait for opportunities for normal promotion.

But the situation is different in remote, harsh environments like the Silent Desert. If you can get promoted, you'll naturally do whatever it takes to get promoted immediately. As for the future, what is that? Just survive the present!

Northwind is a typical representative of this kind of concept. After all, he relied on his own abilities to become a general under the Witch King. No matter how you look at it, he is a successful person who has entered the upper class.

Well, even though this successful person has some unconventional habits, people who achieve great things don't care about small details.

As expected, the coin landed on the tail side. Thorin seemed to realize something, his eyes widened and he wanted to curse, but because he had no apparent reason to go against his promise, he was speechless for a moment.

Finally, he had no choice but to curse the dwarf, spit on the ground, then rushed towards Northwind with a face full of grief and anger, holding the axe tightly.

Although the opponent was a level three warrior, and he was just a warrior who had just been promoted to level two not long ago, that guy was a summoning-type beast tamer, and a beast tamer who only had a mount for his enjoyment.

Then what is there to be afraid of? Just rush up and kill him in one blow!

This is what Thorin thought, and this is what he did.

The raised axe slashed horizontally. The dwarf's short stature was not a disadvantage at this moment. Instead, it made his attack more tricky than that of an ordinary human warrior. From a distance, he looked like a high-speed spinning top for chopping legs, and the axe fell accurately on the goat's leg.

"A standard lower body chop right at the start. How cruel?" Alvin grinned, feeling very familiar with the scene before him.

In his previous life, a dwarf buddy in his guild also liked to use this move as an opening move. After he was promoted to a higher position, he even ingeniously invented a new version that rotated vertically, which was quite brutal.

Why is it so cruel?

Imagine a dwarf man wearing a fully armed super-heavy armor, weighing nearly half a ton including his equipment, swinging an axe and turning himself faster than a circular chainsaw in high gear, and then rolling to charge like a tire bomb in a certain game.

Isn't that scene brutal enough? A half-ton metal chainsaw spinning and flying into the enemy group is absolutely brutal and brutal!

Ordinary dwarf warriors may not be able to do that, but the lower body slash they perform is also one of the most tricky moves.

"Don't touch my sheep!" Northwind let out a shrill scream, looking more anxious than if he were to be chopped down directly.

He was clearly a summoner-type extraordinary being, but at this moment he pounced in front of Thorin's axe, and with a beast roar, his whole body quickly began to swell and deform.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, and his golden eagle eyes, transformed by the power of God, allowed him to see intuitively that some kind of power, stronger and more pure and powerful than ordinary magic, was surging out of the tamer's body and rapidly began to change his body structure.

The original pure human form was replaced by a special form composed of a large number of animal characteristics.

"The inheritance of the Great Wild Forest, a subspecies branch of the Druid lineage - Chimera transformation? Interesting." Ivan nodded slightly, and at the same time raised his right hand slightly, ready to respond to Thorin at any time.

At this moment, Northwind has activated his rudimentary soul power. Although he has not awakened his true soul ability, the soul power has allowed his original extraordinary abilities to be brought to a stronger level.

Northwind's legs grew into a reverse-bent joint like a wolf or other wild animal, and his hands were covered with thick fur as they grew longer. His nails also rapidly lengthened and bent, becoming as dangerously sharp as the retractable claws of a cat.

The round pupils become elongated vertical pupils, and tufts of short, thick, hard hair grow on the back and edges of the ears.

In just a short time, the originally human-shaped tamer turned into a hybrid monster with characteristics of multiple animals.

Thorin's sharp axe sank deeply into Northwind's arm, causing him to scream, but it failed to remove his arm. The thick fur seemed to have a much stronger defensive ability than its appearance, just like a mail armor woven from steel wire.

The dwarf's eyes widened as his first move failed, and he immediately chopped a second and third time. This time, Northwind did not stupidly take the beating. He directly carried the goat that was previously his mount on his shoulders, then turned around and ran in the other direction.

The beast trainer, after changing his body shape, moves extremely fast, and moves by leaping and jumping.

As a result, he only felt a flash before his eyes, and a tall figure appeared in front of him.

Honestly, Northmid's current appearance alone was quite intimidating. His bizarre, beast-like form, brimming with the ferocity of a carnivore, could easily scare an entire class of children into tears without even a single roar or shout.

But Ivan's figure is taller than Northmid at this moment.

"Don't leave in such a hurry. I have something to ask you." The muscular and slender black-haired boy clenched his fists and asked politely:

“…” Northmid’s legs went weak as he realized that he probably wouldn’t be able to escape today.

That sinister aura is even more terrifying than the top predators in the Great Wilderness Forest.

"Hunter, is he one of your Four Heavenly Kings?" Ivan asked slowly, his tone slowing down:

"Boss Hunter?" Northmid asked subconsciously.

"Oh, it seems that more than half of the so-called Four Heavenly Kings of Horhara will be eliminated today." Alvin sighed.

He really didn't want to fight, but letting them go was impossible. The Four Heavenly Kings under the Witch King might sound like comic relief, but with such a reputation in the cruel Silent Desert, they were probably not good people.

Just the fact that he led his troops to attack the migrating group before is enough to explain a lot.

Let's make a quick decision...

With his mind turning, the black-haired boy raised his arm, placed his index finger against his thumb, and made a gesture as if he was about to flick his finger forward.

"Bang." Alvin made a half-joking onomatopeia and flicked his index finger forward.

The next moment, Northmid, who had transformed into a Chimera monster, fell to the ground.

Chapter 3: Fight for Fragments

Knock over a third level with one finger.

This record seems very exaggerated, but in fact, for Alvin at this moment, it is just a trivial matter.

His combat effectiveness has long been far superior to that of ordinary second-level extraordinary people, and his personal physical fitness and other attributes even exceed most third-level ones. His comprehensive strength has long entered the realm of upper-level extraordinary people.

This does not include the various abilities inherent in the Titan bloodline, and the various resistance traits added to the body by the Death Angel Mystery Transformation.

To some extent, the gap between Alvin and normal lower-level extraordinary people is almost greater than the gap between ordinary people and lower-level extraordinary people.

Add to that the ultimate secret of the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, which has been passed down for a hundred years or even longer—Force String Domination...

If Ivan's physical fitness is like an astonishingly large iron ore, his ordinary moves and skills can reach or even exceed the theoretical limit of power by relying on the exaggerated total amount, just like using a 40-meter-long ship-cutting sword to perform ordinary swordsmanship.

The existence dominated by the mysterious force string undoubtedly refined all the rich iron ore in this astonishing amount into stronger steel, and forged it into a high-caliber heavy cannon - as many as an entire artillery battalion!

The specific manifestation is shocking, cheating, and [desert swear words] unreasonable!

The power that surpassed thirty points and entered the realm of perfection was struck and bounced off the force-bearing area the size of a finger...

It was obvious that Ivan hadn't used his full strength in this attack. Otherwise, Northwind wouldn't have simply fallen to the ground, but would have simply exploded with his head exploding.

In fact, if someone had X-ray vision, they would find that the hardest bone in Northwind's body, that is, the hardest part of his skull, the forehead, was showing a network of evenly distributed cracks.

If you use just a little more force, you will see that the normally raised forehead of this extraordinary person, along with most of his face, will become obviously sunken inward, making him look like a funny character in a funny animation who was punched hard in the face, with his entire facial features and face stretched and sunken towards the hit position.

As for why he spared his life, it was naturally because Alvin wanted to obtain more intelligence information about the Witch King Horhara.

That man secretly prepared a powerful incarnation that could rival the other Witch Kings. Faced with this typical conspirator, he naturally would not take it lightly. Any information related to him might contain thought-provoking possibilities.

"Looks like my help is not necessary." Heidi sat on the palm of a tall beast-fiber war doll, smiling as she looked at Ivan who had retracted his index finger.

"Actually, you've arrived at the perfect time, ma'am." The black-haired boy signaled with his eyes to look at Northwind, who was foaming at the mouth and in a coma.

"We need to pry open this guy's mouth as soon as possible to see if we can get any valuable information. If we take too long, I'm worried that the Witch King will use hidden means to silence him."

“…” Heidi looked at Ivan with strange eyes.

"My young fellow, this is the Silent Desert. This is not Elrond, who wields the Red Magic, nor is it Lind, with its ancient history. The secret method of controlling life and death from a distance is not something that can be found casually, even if the opponent is the Witch King." The witch chuckled and said:

"I see." Alvin nodded, realizing that he had again substituted the player's thoughts into reality.

The world of Palladia at this moment is naturally not the era of technological explosion after the spread of extraordinary technological information, when all kinds of novel secret methods, rituals and even magic props emerged one after another.

"However, knowing the information earlier can also ensure timeliness."

"Okay~" Heidi deliberately put on a helpless expression as if she was saying, 'I really can't do anything about you.'

Then, it was time for the witch's performance.

Potions and spells, a two-pronged approach, a pseudo-third-level like Northwind could not withstand it at all.

By the time Brad's large group arrived to clean up the mess, this guy already had a bright smile on his face, happily confessing all the information, including 'how old he was when he wet the bed as a child'.

But what surprised Ivan and others was that all the information related to the First Witch King had erased the details of his words and actions, as if Northwind's memory had been deliberately blocked and trimmed with the First Witch King, Horhara, as the keyword.

This is very suspicious and makes people think of some dangerous and evil spells.

At the same time, another thing can be confirmed. The First Witch King has been planning to attack the other Witch Kings for decades. Although the means he uses may not necessarily be direct attacks, he undoubtedly has a stable goal of weakening the opponent's strength or increasing his own strength.

Since he was the one who joined the Four Heavenly Kings the shortest, the information Northwind knew was mainly concentrated in the part he was responsible for. However, the information that was sporadically revealed in other aspects was enough to make people shocked at the scale of the First Witch King's layout.

He is just like the standard villain in children's animations, without any good intentions at all, and only uses his time to scheme against others.

Alvin complained silently in his heart. This kind of evil thought, which seemed to be deliberately emphasized, was really a bit unnatural. It made him think of many things that were more troublesome than just a tyrant and a slave owner.

"We have to speed up." Brad said in a heavy tone:

Without time to mourn their fallen commander, the Freedom Fists fighters must accelerate their pace. Whatever the First Sorcerer King was secretly plotting, it was closely related to the Gaia Slate fragments held by the other Sorcerer Kings.

At this moment, Alvin held the fragment symbolizing the wind element in his hand. If nothing unexpected happened, the legacy left to Thorin by the Witch King Thaned might include another fragment symbolizing the power of the earth element.

From this, it can be seen that the First Witch King must also have a piece of stone tablet in his hand, but it is not known what specific power this fragment symbolizes.

"Strange, if there are five Witch-Kings, there should be at least five fragments. The four basic elements of earth, fire, water and wind only account for four-fifths of the fragment. What does the remaining piece symbolize?" Thorin muttered inadvertently. As a dwarf who received education from the next generation of rulers, his knowledge naturally included basic magical common sense.

Ivan and Heidi looked at each other and suddenly realized that this problem might not be as simple as it seemed.