Star Forge Titan

The silver knights in armor were neatly arranged in a square formation. The glittering silver armor was slightly warmed by the winter sun. The Y-shaped gap in the middle of the helmet revealed a group of resolute faces, and the sharp curved corners on both sides pointed obliquely towards the sky.

The Palace Guards' secret spells and rituals make these tall infantry knights incredibly strong. Without mounts, they can rely on their own strength to charge at a speed comparable to that of heavy armored knights over short distances.

Ordinary castles could not even withstand a charge from this group of mystical knights and would be forcibly climbed over and breached.

But the three wizard towers in front of him were not comparable to the noble castles.

The School of the Undead, which has a thousand-year history, has been stationed here since the founding of Avonmore. They spent a hundred years to build these three extremely tall towers, and through a large number of magical rituals, they turned them into large wizard towers that can greatly enhance the abilities of the holders.

The most crucial thing is that the three wizard towers are connected to each other. When they resonate with each other, the power of the spells is enhanced not by superposition, but by multiples.

Therefore, breaking through such a three-tower structure would be an extremely difficult and costly operation.

However, there was no need to attack Ashram Belia, who appeared here on behalf of the Demon King and the court of Elrond, because he was carrying a wax-sealed arrest warrant with the Iron Seal of the Demon King.

Slightly hunched forward, Ashram, dressed in black and armor and exuding the ferocious aura of a lone wolf, walked to the gate of the Mage Tower with a stern face.

This is a huge stone gate that is more than ten meters high. On it is carved a huge white skeleton surrounded by countless undead spirits. The black stone gate and the white sculpture form a very contrasting contrast.

The Black Knight leader didn't knock on the door, but a sculpture on the door came to life on its own.

Two blue flames ignited in the eye sockets of a huge white skeleton sculpture surrounded by various undead sculptures. Then, it slowly broke free from the stone gate, lowered its body, and stared at Ashram with inorganic eyes that were devoid of any human emotion.

"Visiting or delivering a message?" A hissing sound like cold wind passing through a narrow stalactite cave came from the mouth of the skeleton statue.

Ashram sneered and raised his hand to show the arrest warrant to the statue.

"Visiting or delivering a message?" The statue, without the ability to understand, rigidly executed the judgment logic attached to it by magic.

For a moment, Ashram wanted to draw his sword and chop the stupid puppet into pieces, but his eyes swept across the low hills surrounded by three wizard towers, and finally revealed a trace of fear that was hard to conceal.

"Visit, I want to visit Master Marius, Gaius Marius." The leader of the black knights said coldly.

"Ding, conveying it." The skeleton statue slowly stood up and was reinserted into the black stone door.

Damn it, couldn't those mages just hire a real person as their concierge? Why do they always have to resort to these fancy-looking, yet ineffective things?

Ashram cursed inwardly and waited for the necromancers in the tower to react.

Soon, a crack appeared in the middle of the skull statue, and a black stone door over ten meters high opened automatically to either side. A lone figure, leaning on a long staff, emerged from the dark tower.

"A surprising visitor, Knight Commander Belia. What brings you to leave the Imperial Palace and come to this ostracized Three Towers Hill?"

The visitor's left eye flashed with a deep purple magical light in the dim environment, and the huge scar running through his eyeball twitched like a centipede as he spoke in a low voice.

"So you also know that you are not welcome?" Ashram curled the corner of his mouth with a forced smile, revealing a sharp canine tooth.

"Of course, the Necromancer has been excluded and constrained for many years, so I have been trying hard to seek your Majesty's understanding and trust, hoping that one day I can do my best for Elrond." Gaius said seriously.

This made Ashram, who originally wanted to mock the other party, speechless for a moment.

"Okay, now is not the time to chat. You should know why I'm here." The leader of the Black Knights handed over the wax-sealed arrest warrant.

The red sealing wax at the seal that melted and then cooled again seemed to foreshadow that the contents inside would bring about a bloody storm.

"Yes, but I must say that the School of the Undead is always loyal to His Majesty and to Elrond. We have not committed any acts of betrayal, and no one should be arrested."

"Can I understand this sentence as that you intend to disobey His Majesty's order? Do you want to betray the royal family of Gusmith?" The expression on Ashram's face became more and more stern.

Clang! The silver knights lined up in formation behind them collectively took a step forward, their metal boots landing on the ground with a heavy and orderly sound.

"If I wanted to betray you, I wouldn't be so close to you, Knight Commander Belia." Gaius shook his head and tapped the ground lightly with the long staff in his hand. The huge magic power in his old body began to awaken, and a strong and powerful pressure enveloped the surroundings.

The Silver Knights' breathing became slightly heavier, but they still maintained an unbearable silence.

Well-trained.

Seeing this, Gaius, who had once been on the battlefield, couldn't help but feel emotional.

The Knights' Order, composed entirely of second-level transcendents, was a powerful legion he had never seen a hundred years ago. If it were placed on the battlefield of the human-demon war at that time, it would definitely become a terrifying war cluster that crushed countless enemies.

"Hmph." Ashram stared at the old wizard who was as tall as him, and offset the magical pressure that was comparable to that of the other party.

This guy has lived since the last war between humans and demons. To him, both he and Gustav are just younger generations. Even though their strength is equal, the other party can still say some weird words to take advantage of his seniority.

However, on the other hand, Gaius did not lie. If he was truly guilty, he would never appear within a hundred meters of a fourth-level Cursed Knight.

At this distance, he didn't even need to launch a curse charge. The next second after drawing his sword, he could stab the sharp blade containing the power of the curse directly into the old wizard's body.

Of course, we cannot completely deny the possibility that this is another disguise.

Staring into Gaius's only remaining eye, Ashram didn't detect any falsehood.

If he forcibly killed the great wizard now, there would inevitably be a riot in the School of Undead.

When serving their own side, the existence of these three wizard towers is one of the most powerful shields of the capital, Avonmore, but if they stand on the opposite side, these three buildings will become the most terrifying bombs.

Gustav wanted to change this situation when he was young, but as a key fifth-level existence, he was seriously injured before the reform plan was completed, so that the entire plan came to a standstill.

Now, the various forces in Elrond are in a delicate balance, and no one can act rashly.

Silently handing over the arrest warrant in his hand, Ashram saw Gaius accept the order without hesitation.

"Please tell His Majesty that I will complete the internal self-examination and purge of the School of the Undead within three days." The old wizard said in a low voice.

"I hope you will make the right choice. I will keep an eye on you all the time." Ashram, the leader of the Black Knights and also the leader of the royal spies, did not hide his threat.

Although it seems that the purpose has not been achieved, that is only on the surface. What the Demon Lord Gustav really wanted to do by issuing this order was to warn the other party. After all, the current situation is too delicate.

"That would be best." Gaius nodded, as if he didn't hear the threat in his words.

Cursing the old fox inwardly, Ashram took a last look at the circular mound surrounded by the wizard tower. A strange thought flashed through his mind: it really looked like a mausoleum.

But he also knew that it was indeed a tomb, an ancient tomb where lay a body that had never died.

Just as the forces of all parties were surging on the surface of Evanmore, screams continued to be heard from the underground sewer maze.

"Are all you necromancers so... familiar with the human body?" Looking at Khayang wiping the blood off his hands with a cloth, Ivan couldn't help but ask.

In just a few minutes, he saw Khayon use extremely skilled techniques to operate a whole set of tools like surgical instruments and various potions without killing the other party, causing the two living Undead Cult members pain that was close to the limit of the human body's endurance.

But at the same time, he didn't make the opponent faint or die from the pain, he just jumped up and down the limit in a complicated way.

"Of course, that's a required course." Khayon rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

"I didn't expect these two guys to be so resilient." The black-robed wizard looked at the two groups of cultists who were no longer in human form with some emotion.

Hearing his words, Alvin couldn't help but mutter in his heart that in this situation, it was difficult to tell who the cultist was.

"Even so, they are unwilling to reveal the specific layout of the sacrificial array. Most likely, they have been directly sealed by some high-level spells to prevent them from leaking secrets." Alvin frowned.

He had also encountered this situation in the game, but everyone who was doing the task at the time just regarded it as a game restriction and did not think too much about it.

I heard that in later versions, someone figured out a way to bypass this restriction. But that was already late in the game, and everyone's abilities were vastly different from when they started, so it's generally not very useful as a reference.

Fortunately, his current situation is not ordinary.

At this moment, the black-haired boy, a descendant of Titan, was surging with violent primitive magic power.

This kind of magic, which is generally only attempted by spellcasters who have reached the fourth level, has extremely unstable characteristics. It will spontaneously devour any alien magic it comes into contact with. Even if it cannot be devoured due to the size difference, it will still cause strong interference to it.

"Do you have confession?" Ivan asked suddenly.

"What is that?" Ka Yang was stunned.

"It's truth serum." Realizing the difference in name, Alvin changed to the local name in Palladia.

"That thing is only useful for people with weak willpower. Its effect on extraordinary people is quite limited." Khayang narrowed his eyes, which were already only a slit.

"It's okay, he will soon become weak in willpower. Besides, we have at least two chances." Alvin took a deep breath and walked up to the Undead Cult member with a frightened look on his face.

What he was about to do next was inhumane, and could even be called extremely cruel. Simply put, it was still a bit psychologically stressful.

but……

Anyway, cult members have no human rights, so if you think this way, there is no pressure at all.

After stretching his fingers, Alvin took out a long probe from Khayon's tool kit, then raised his hand and grabbed the head of one of the cultists. The powerful force made the boy's five fingers fix the other's head like a pair of pliers, making him unable to move at all like a basketball held by O'Oar with one hand.

"If I remember correctly, it should be here." Ivan paused for a moment, and then knocked the cultist's head back and forth like picking a watermelon. Although he had controlled the strength, the pain still made the cultist scream again.

???

Ka Yang looked at his actions in astonishment, having no idea what this guy was going to do.

Then, the black-robed wizard saw Ivan thrust the probe into the back of the cultist's eye socket, and then...

he died.

"I say, are you performing a sacrifice using the tribal witch doctor's method?" Ka Yang asked uncertainly.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Alvin's expression froze. He silently dropped the dead cultist and grabbed another guy.

Seeing what happened to his companion, the guy began to struggle violently, but this did not prevent the tall, black-haired barbarian from locking him up again.

Tsk, as far as I remember, that girl in the guild who played the necromancer and claimed to be a medical student didn't find it difficult to do this.

He sighed inwardly that many things were not as simple as they seemed. Alvin knocked on the cultist's head again to find the correct position.

After roughly finding the location he wanted, the young man took a deep breath. The warrior's precise control of his muscles prevented his fingers from trembling at all.

Afterwards, the long needle was inserted into the cultist's eye socket again. This time, Alvin clearly sensed that there was a magical power lurking inside the other's brain. Without any hesitation, while stirring the long needle to destroy part of the brain tissue, he also drove his own original magic power to flow into it along the probe.

"Ho ho!" The cultist made a terrible sound from his throat, and at the same time a stream of blood mixed with gray liquid flowed out of his nostrils.

The two forces quickly began to clash. Although the original magic power was only a pure magic structure and had not formed a complete spell, it still attacked the spell entrenched in the cultists' minds with its own characteristics.

As a result, the brain is like tofu placed in a microwave oven, about to explode.

"Quick! Veritaserum!" Alvin shouted.

Before he could finish, Khayon reacted extremely quickly and forced the truth serum into the cultist's mouth.

Within a few seconds, the drug took effect quickly, the cultist's eyes began to blur, and a stupid expression appeared on his face.

"What type of ritual array is it?! How many of you are there?!" Even in such a tense situation, Alvin still accurately asked questions that got to the point.

"Ho, pentagram, ho ho, sacrifice, God, no no no, ho, ho, ho ho ho, 12, no, ho, uh, ah ah ah!" The cultist uttered a few words and then began to twitch wildly.

Ivan's face changed, and the probe made of pro-demon metal in his hand began to heat up rapidly.

As he pulled out the probe, he kicked the cultist away.

Deep purple magical light shot out from the opponent's eyes, mouth, and ears, and then the guy's head exploded like a magic bomb.

Blood mixed with tissue fragments dripped to the ground.

woohoo...

For a moment, Alvin could only hear his own breathing and violent heartbeat.

"...How did you do it? Even the Blood Order and us necromancers have very limited research on the brain, a forbidden area of ​​the human body." Khayon turned his neck with difficulty to look at the barbarian beside him.

The other party had obviously used a rough but accurate method to destroy part of the cultist's brain, causing him to fall into a strange state where he lost himself but retained some thinking ability.

Then, he used some kind of magic hedging method to make the sealing magic ineffective and run wild in a short period of time. Finally, the bottle of truth serum that he drank took effect.

"The tribal witch doctor taught me." Alvin said unhappily.

"Pentagram, twelve people. If they are in groups of two, then we can infer their approximate location." Then, the tall black-haired boy got back to the key point.

"Indeed, there are five separate groups of five, and the remaining group is arranged in the play. It is a very classic magic circle structure." Ka Yang nodded. As a mage, his judgment in this regard is naturally more accurate.

"Give me a minute and figure out their location right away."

Without caring about the doubts in his mind, considering that the sooner the sacrificial array was destroyed, the easier it would be to destroy it, and the other party might receive an alarm at any time, the black-robed wizard simply lay on the ground, took out a pen and paper, and began to use his knowledge of geometry to calculate the approximate positions of the remaining five groups of people.

"Assuming they want to cover the entire Elrond, plus the speed of negative energy depletion, it would be probably... I understand!" In less than a minute, Khayon only took thirty seconds to calculate the other locations.

"Okay, the next task will be easy." Alvin nodded.

"What are you going to do?" Ka Yang looked up at the other party.

If I remember correctly, they originally only intended to get some evidence, but they didn't expect that it would be so smooth that they could directly discover the enemy's position.

At this moment, Khayon felt very fortunate that he had done enough disguise before coming out, otherwise, God knows when the escaped fallen druid would tell Lucius that a necromancer had jumped ship.

"Call the police." Alvin said without hesitation.

"I mean, go find the temple."

Chapter 47: Flying Messenger

After completely destroying the magic circle node, the two began to discuss the "call the police" process.

Considering that Khayang's identity was temporarily hidden, they did not go directly to the temple, but planned to report indirectly in the form of a letter of complaint.