Star Forge Titan

If others can do it but he can't, then it's natural to think that there's something wrong with him.

Although the logic of violent rhetoric is unreasonable, it has one great advantage: it is short, frequent, and fast, and can quickly occupy the moral high ground. Then one can start pointing fingers at the enemy, or even punching and kicking them, without any psychological burden.

Just like what Alvin did next.

Jerome snorted coldly, just as he was about to make a few harsh remarks and discuss with the other party how to fight against the First Witch King. Since the ambush was unsuccessful, he had to choose a backup plan.

Horhara was now powerful, and even hinted at his crazy ambition to unify the entire desert. Although the Fists of Freedom had been their enemy for many years, they now had their own city-states and should be more mature. After all, they were also hostile to the First Sorcerer King, and the enemy of their enemy could naturally become...

The thoughts in the mind of the Witch King's incarnation came to an abrupt halt, because he saw that the Storm Light Wheel that was originally cruising back and forth in the sky suddenly hovered in one place.

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and the next second, Alvin's hand suddenly raised high, and then swung it down with force!

Storm Lightcycle——Go!

hum! ! !

The sound of the air shaking instantly filled the entire battlefield. Sweat was faintly seeping out of Jerome's nose, and the incarnation with the hungry wolf's head subconsciously tucked its tail between its legs.

But what was the point? Hundreds of Storm Light Wheels, like a swarm of cruise missiles receiving guidance, whistled through the air and rushed towards the Witch King's incarnation.

The Witch King Hopt, who went by the alias 'Jerome', only had time to control his avatar to use the defensive configuration of the Beast King Fist at the last moment, and then he was hit by the Storm Light Wheel that hit him one after another, like swatting a fly, and was pressed from the sky to the ground.

Even so, the attack did not stop. The storm light wheels that fell down directly hit the ground, causing dust to fly, as if it was being bombarded by a company of artillery with all its strength.

At the same time, through the gaps between the storm wheels, one could see the tall figure in the strange two-color armor touching the ring on his hand, and his body suddenly grew larger without any warning. Despite this, the armor was not torn, but instead grew larger along with the wearer's body.

The steel ring formed by the mechanical arms behind him became brighter and brighter, and the gaps outlined on the edge of the armor began to emit a faint magical glow like glowing blood vessels, making Ivan look taller than usual.

Just like that, the armored youth hung high in the sky, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and the magical pressure from his body swept across the entire field like a physical substance, and then he brought his fist to the ground—

Boom!!!

Chapter 23 Explosive King Fist

Remove the restrictions of the diplomat's magic ring, use boxing to enhance the power, and add 200,000 standard general unit magic power!

Witch King Hopt, can you take this punch?

Well, not so much magic...

But even without using 200,000 standard universal units of magic power, Alvin's punch still carried such a huge force that made the atmosphere tremble.

He didn't even make a complete punching motion. The ultimate secret of force string control had already transferred all the huge pava contained in the boy's raised arm to the ground.

Although space was used as the medium, the overly strong force caused slight dissipation during the transmission process, causing the air along the way to spread out a transparent ripple, as if a beam of scorching heat wave was converging and penetrating the atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, the ground suddenly exploded, and a large amount of sand and dust was blown away by the force of the fist that was blasted directly into the ground. It expanded into a semicircular sand dune and then exploded rapidly in all directions with an even more violent posture.

The incarnation of the Witch King who called himself Jerome was caught in the blast with almost no resistance. His subordinates who had not yet appeared kept making angry roars. The sound was extremely violent and there was no sense of rationality at all.

This punch directly created a radial depression with a diameter of more than 50 meters in the sand, which vaguely resembled the trace left by a meteorite hitting the ground. It can be said to be very amazing and powerful!

As Ivan landed in the pit he had created, a battered figure suddenly leaped up from the sand. Only half of its body remained, yet it roared and lunged at the boy's back.

The steel ring lit up for a moment, and the two metal simulated robotic arms separated at a speed so high that it was imperceptible to the naked eye, and then formed a simplified boxing configuration. When the power of the configuration was activated, they immediately reunited and returned to the shape of a steel ring.

But the effect of the boxing configuration force still appeared, and the half of the figure that was rushing towards Ivan was frozen in mid-air.

It was as if countless fine silk threads were running through its body, hanging it in the air like a puppet.

After a breath of time, thin lines with faint light appeared on the surface of the black shadow that was frozen in mid-air, and then it was divided into dozens of tiny pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"It's actually a mummy." Alvin looked up at the figure that was chopped into pieces by the Lan Dou Fierce Wind Configuration, but there was no surprise in his tone. After all, a creature with only half of it left that could still launch an attack was not an undead puppet, and most likely something of the same nature.

The monster that pounced on Alvin just now was a completely dried human body, or more accurately, a mummy that had lost almost all the water in its body.

These creatures were able to move only after being implanted with mechanical devices and transformed into corpse soldiers, or revived by negative energy spells like necromancy. Apart from these, only relatively unpopular supernatural powers could drive them.

But unlike the undead puppets in other regions, this mummy was actually well preserved. It was wrapped in fine linen bandages, and one could even vaguely see the ups and downs of its facial features, as well as the muscle contours of its torso and limbs.

Moreover, although the attack just now seemed reckless and crazy, it actually contained a detailed tactical design.

The angle of its attack and the act of burying its remains beneath the sand and dust both revealed the corpse's exceptional qualities as a warrior. Simply put, ordinary low-level undead puppets, without the direct control of a spellcaster, would not possess this relatively independent decision-making ability.

However, the magical fluctuations in this mummy's body are not as strong and unique as those of rare high-level undead.

"So, what exactly is this thing?" Alvin lowered his eyes, his gaze becoming sharp and cold.

Whether it was his experience of resisting the skeleton craze in the virtual world of Palladia, or the education he received in the East Asian cultural circle in his previous life, he had little fondness for playing with the existence of the dead, or rather, he naturally had a bit of disgust and rejection.

"How is it? My collection is pretty good, right? Even without orders, it will attack like a cunning hound." The dust exploded, and Jerome, the incarnation of the Witch King, who was not seriously injured, slowly stood up.

"Before it was a lion, this time it's a hungry wolf. It seems you have quite a lot of incarnations." Alvin turned his gaze to Jerome, who immediately felt as if the blood flowing in his body had stagnated for a moment.

"Hey, as long as we find a few more female animals, it will be easy to make this kind of living clone." Jerome showed a somewhat proud expression.

"Then I'll have to charge you some interest before I find your real body." Ivan's voice suddenly appeared behind Jerome.

A strong chill washed over the Witch King's incarnation. He could still see the dark-haired boy. Only after hearing the above words did the figure twist and vanish like a phantom.

Lan Dou's new style - Swift Wind Step.

The boxing configuration plus the already incredible panel attributes allow the unrestrained Alvin to easily perform such magical actions.

The black-haired boy was too lazy to talk nonsense with the incarnation of the Witch King. He simply raised his left hand, put together the five fingers covered with black diamond crystal armor to form a sharp hand knife, and then pierced Jerome's chest with one blow!

The fingertips covered with diamond crystals had a sharp structure, just like five extremely sharp scalpels, which easily cut through the skin of the Witch King's incarnation that was as light as armor and the tougher muscles. They pinched his heart, shattered his ribs and chest, and broke out of his body.

"What...what..." Jerome uttered incredulously.

While it was easier for him to create his own avatar than for other wizard kings, this one, too, had undergone years of growth and training, ultimately being completed after his original consciousness had been erased. Its combat power was definitely comparable to the lion-orc hybrid he had previously used.

But last time, he and the young fighter in front of him fought back and forth several times before he was defeated.

This time, how...how did the winner get decided in just a split second!?!

As if he had guessed Jerome's confusion, Ivan gradually closed his hand around Jerome's heart and said indifferently in a very calm voice:

"Because I'm tired of watching your boxing skills."

Suddenly, dozens of shattered mummies emerged from the surrounding sand. These mummies, clearly retaining their fighting spirit, attacked the black-haired boy they surrounded with various attack methods and from different angles.

In response to this, Alvin was not nervous at all, and even curled up the corners of his mouth in a smile instead of anger.

Before being hit by the attack, he still had time to say this to the dying incarnation of the Witch King:

"In return, I'll show you how I use this boxing technique."

King of Beasts Fist·Modified——Witch King Explosive Fist!

"Wait, what are you going to do? Aieeeeeeeeeee!" The astonishment on Jerome's face only appeared for a moment, and then his whole body split from the inside out.

With the young man's raised left hand as the center, a powerful fist force with the phantom of a huge beast began to erupt violently.

The first person to be affected was naturally Jerome, whom he pierced through the back and grabbed by the heart.

The so-called Witch King Explosive Fist was meant to make the Witch King—explode! Spread! In all directions!

Chapter 24: Breaking the City with One Word

The core idea of ​​the so-called King of Beasts Fist is to simulate the power of various wild beasts, combined with the combat intuition of the boxer as a superhuman.

The ultimate meaning is to transform a human into a vivid humanoid beast. It can also be understood as confining an entire herd of beasts into a limited human-shaped body, thereby gaining the power of a group of beasts comparable to that of the entire herd.

However, the boxing technique that Alvin had just used was the opposite. He broke up and reorganized all the complex configurations that originally imitated the abilities of wild beasts. He did not take only part of them like taking dragon horns, fish scales, horse heads, and eagle claws, but gathered them all together like a whale swallowing them.

The forces of various boxing configurations contradict and conflict with each other, just like the law of the jungle that permeates nature, like carnivores preying on herbivores.

To instill such violent power into one's body is certainly to seek death, but what if one instills it into someone else?

That's like cramming an entire zoo into an ordinary supermarket. The crazy and rampaging wild animals will inevitably cause the entire supermarket to explode from the inside out!

The incarnation of the Witch King Hopt was torn into countless pieces almost in the blink of an eye by the gushing force of the fist configuration, and in the end only a complete head that was deliberately preserved was left in Ivan's hand.

I'm here to negotiate terms...

Hopt's consciousness didn't fade immediately. After all, he was just an incarnation, and the life or death of his body wouldn't directly affect his consciousness. With his brain still intact, he felt only a little pain, but he could still think.

But compared to the physical pain he suffered, Haupt, who was now using the pseudonym Jerome, felt even more pain in his heart.

Because the experience was so frustrating, he didn't even have time to say anything before he was torn to pieces by the tall, un-mortal black-haired boy in front of him.

Because of this, he even lost a lot of his previous collections. Although it was only the less valuable part of his collection, it was also a collection that was close to his heart. It was so wasteful that it was blown to pieces, in a sense becoming a burial object for this incarnation.

But for something like a living incarnation, all you have to do is find a few more women and spawn a few more, although it takes years to grow and cultivate the original bodies. But each of these mummified gladiators requires a champion gladiator who suits your taste, so the number is quite limited.

The more he thought about it, the more distressed he felt, and the only remaining hungry wolf head also showed a sad expression.

Just then, there was a sound of fighting outside. It turned out that Brad had arrived with several other members of the Fighter Council.

The Fighter Council is the high-level management body within the Free Fist. Only fighters who hold the highest power and are recognized by more than a certain number of alliance members have the honor of becoming a member.

Therefore, the masters of the Council are not only highly respected, but also the most powerful group of fighters within the Fist of Freedom.

The few mummies that remained after being bombarded by the Storm Light Wheels that were in cruise mode were like stones blocking the road in front of them. They could be easily knocked down with a wave of their hands.

But even the masters were stunned when they saw the scene before them.

He was wearing a set of heavy armor of strange shape, with a steel ring emitting bright magical light hanging on his back. He raised his arm and casually pinched the head of the Witch King's incarnation. He looked like a fighting god punishing evildoers, and his whole body was filled with intense oppression.

Are today's young people so exaggerated...

"It seems that you have something else to say?" Alvin nodded to the masters. He had been introduced by Brad to the members of the Fighter Council one by one.

As the last disciple of the Great Elder Rigor, the other masters treated him with a gentle and friendly attitude. Furthermore, upon hearing that the two young men had further perfected their battle armor, their eyes were filled with relief.

"No, I have nothing more to say." The Witch King Hopt, or to be more precise, the remaining head of the Witch King Hopt's incarnation, had a look of despair on his face at this moment, staring blankly at the blue sky above his head.

"Okay, then you wait for us in Shakara City." Alvin didn't care. He used his five fingers to exert force and was about to crush the head completely.

Suddenly, Hopt's eyes caught sight of Brad, and his eyes turned with a cruel expression.

"Hmm? Now I remember, you are Anna's child."

Brad's eyes narrowed as he stared coldly at the head of the incarnation of the Witch King Hopt.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Have you grown so big? You have become a qualified soldier." Hopt laughed.

If the Dwarf Witch King Senedd's alcoholism and indulgence in his later years were actually to suppress something more cruel in his heart.

The bloodthirsty Fifth Sorcerer King, Hopt, indulged himself completely, letting his every desire run wild. This former warrior had long since merged with the beast within him, becoming a despicable villain who devoured life with abandon and took pleasure in toying with it.

At this moment, although only his head was left of his incarnation, he still used words as weapons, wantonly displaying his cruelty and even taking pleasure in it.

"Anna, kind Anna, she is such a good woman, strong and beautiful, and one of the rarest among the gladiator champions." Hopt laughed and looked at the silent Brad.

"If I had known you would come, I should have brought that precious collection with me so you and your son could meet again after all these years..."

Click!

Hopt's sinister smile froze. The verbal abuse game he was looking forward to was interrupted just as it began.

Just like crushing an apple, Alvin crushed the head in his hand with an indifferent look on his face.

"There's no need to listen to the howling of jackals." A magical flame rose in the black-haired boy's hand, instantly burning away the blood and debris remaining on the black diamond armor.

Looking at his senior brother Brad's furious eyes, Ivan, who had returned to his normal state after untransforming, asked casually in an ordinary tone:

"Are you going to kill him?"

Brad did not directly answer his junior's question. Instead, he spoke in a very depressed and low voice, word by word:

“He owns a city.”

"Then dig through his city." Alvin answered immediately without any hesitation.

"He has an army, an army that enslaves even the dead." Brad clenched his fists and said again:

"Then defeat his army and let the dead return to their graves to rest in peace as they deserve." Alvin answered without any hesitation.

"He is also a wizard king." Brad raised his head and looked at his junior brother.

"Then let's assassinate the king again and place the Witch King's head in front of the deceased's tomb as a tribute." Alvin unconsciously revealed that unruly and crazy smile.

Then, Brad also gave a concise and decisive reply through his teeth, as resolute as the clash of steel weapons.

"it is good!"

Friendship between men is sometimes so simple and direct.

Just like they had just met for the first time in the tavern, the two men threw punches at each other without hesitation.

At this moment, Brad and Ivan, who had become brothers, made a decision in just a few words.