Star Forge Titan

After making the decision, Alvin watched as Dukayang summoned a flying squirrel as a familiar, which made his eyes widen.

"Wait, your familiar is this little thing?" Pointing at the furry little head poking out from under Khayon's hood, the black-haired boy was stunned. This was clearly the familiar of the Dead Iron Lich in the game...

"What? Is it not possible? Peanut Butter is smart and brave. Not only can he deliver letters, but he can also eavesdrop on news. What's more, he is so cute!" Kayang excitedly held up the little flying squirrel. His eyes, which were usually narrowed into a thin line, widened twice as much, that is, to the size of two lines.

In his excitement, he seemed to have accidentally revealed something.

Alvin didn't say anything, but just looked at the little flying squirrel that subconsciously curled up its limbs because it was lifted into the air, and the black-robed wizard who raised his hands, had a pale face, deep bags under his eyes, and messy yellow hair on his head, looking like a programmer who had just crawled out of the grave.

Come on, man, you're a necromancer! The kind that controls the dead!

This kind of cute furry style is completely different from your style!

Moreover, in the plot, isn’t your pet, a bastard, a battleship-class undead rat troll with a strategic rating second only to the Apocalypse level?

Wait a minute, if I remember correctly, that undead Gigantamaxed rat troll does seem to be different from the other rat trolls. It seems to have... a flying membrane?

It's the broad, hairy membrane that connects the forelimbs and hindlimbs, and creatures with it usually can glide short distances. At the time, everyone thought it was a unique design by the game's artists to highlight its unique appearance.

Now that I think about it, could it be that that undead rat troll was originally transformed from such a cute little flying squirrel!?!

There was something wrong in the look in Ivan's eyes when he looked at Khayang.

I didn't expect that you, with your thick eyebrows and big, no, small eyes, are also a scum who abuses small animals! I was so angry that I shivered and skipped the chanting. I rolled up my sleeves and was about to beat someone up!

The two of them stared at each other for a while and suddenly sighed at the same time.

Is this idiot's aggro skill this high now? I didn't expect that.

Ivan cursed in his heart, but his expression managed to return to calm. Now was not the time to act childish and cause trouble for such a hidden enemy. Business was more important!

Khayang held his forehead and cursed repeatedly, wondering why he suddenly became childish when he met this guy. But if he remembered correctly, the last person who made him so angry that his eyes widened was someone who was deceived by this bastard in front of him.

No, the other guy is so natural that it gives people a headache, while this guy is a pure conflict of nature!

Damn it, business is important!

"You lost your composure." Ka Yang coughed lightly and spoke first.

"No, I was rude." Alvin also apologized immediately.

The two men shook hands with fake smiles to show their friendship, but they felt that the other party was trying very hard. However, Ivan's smiling expression did not change, while Khayon's face twitched. He felt that all his finger bones were screaming at the top of their lungs, and he could not help but grit his teeth and secretly strengthen himself.

"Let's report to the temple first." Kayang's mouth twitched as he let go of his hand first, and his left hand behind his back kept shaking.

"What evidence do you need?" Alvin nodded and let go of his hand, but saw a simple pig head made up of traces of negative energy erosion printed on his palm. He rubbed it for a long time but couldn't rub it off.

"The heart blood of the cultists and the hair of the guy who can transform into a plague wolf should be enough." Khayang turned his back and took out a test tube seemingly calmly to start extracting evidence.

However, the guy's slightly shaking shoulders made Alvin want to hit him.

Damn, how did this guy trick the Invisible Scale? Was it because he didn't sense any malicious intent? Is this talent even possible? That malicious intent is clearly overflowing!

After collecting evidence and attaching a letter of complaint that described the situation to an alarmist level, the two returned to the sewer exit. Ivan pried open the iron gate, and then saw Khayon holding up the flying squirrel peanut butter with gray hair and only three white lines on its back.

But the furry little guy folded the letter and put it into the pouch hidden in his abdomen. It turned out that it was not an ordinary flying squirrel, but a very rare northern ground glider.

Then, Peanut Butter leaned down and suddenly stretched his tail straight. Then, the lower half of the tail emitted a faint magical glow and began to change shape. The hair stretched and hardened to form a unique spiral surface structure, and with a 'snap' sound, it bent into a 90-degree angle with the upper half of the tail.

After completing this transformation, the little flying squirrel named 'Peanut Butter' rotates its tail at high speed and makes a buzzing sound.

This little magical pet, which had obviously undergone a special mystical transformation, actually rose shakily into the night sky, then spread its flying membrane and flew towards the distant temple shrouded in divine light like a remote-controlled propeller airplane model.

"I'm a little envious." Alvin said subconsciously.

"Aha~ You also feel the cuteness of peanut butter! What a pity that this kind of marsupial glider is already very rare." The fake smile on Khayang's face was almost covered by the pride that could not be concealed.

The veins on Ivan's forehead bulged, and then he narrowed his ice-blue eyes and pretended to be indifferent.

"Ah, come to think of it, it's time to go back, or little Fulei will be worried."

“…” NMDWSM, if Kayon could speak Chinese, he would probably curse like this.

"But before that, we seem to have new friends." Alvin turned his head to look at the dark sewer, and welded the iron gate that he had just pried open.

"Are you two the ones who destroyed the sacrifice?" A hoarse voice came from the darkness.

An Undead Cultist wearing a black robe with two green patterns on the edge walked out slowly, and behind him were eleven low-level cultists who had completed the transformation into plague wolves.

The black venom containing the plague continuously seeped out from the pores of these werewolf monsters' bodies like oil, dripping onto the ground and emitting a pungent fishy smell.

"Tsk, no matter where they are, the police are always late?" Alvin scratched his head and sighed helplessly.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but shouldn't we turn around and run now?" Seeing the eleven extraordinary people surrounding him in a semicircular formation, Khayang skillfully took two steps back and let Ivan move to the front as usual, but there was no fear on his face.

"Fifty-fifty?" Ivan tilted his head, raised his hand and replaced the magazine for the Crusher with a new one with a 'click'.

"Too much." Khayon drew out his dueling wand and opened the valve of the magic steam gun at his waist.

"I get six and you get four?" The dark golden light in Ivan's hand began to surge, and the gravel on the ground floated up against gravity.

"Are you responsible for the second-level leader?" Khayon chuckled, and the duel wand that was spinning back and forth between his fingertips suddenly stopped.

Then, without warning, a withering ray shot out from the end of the wand!

Without any hesitation, the battle began instantly!

Chapter 48: Light of Dawn

Neither Ivan nor Kayang were surprised to be discovered by the enemy.

Even if that bad woman, Vero Dixia, was scared away by the unexpected situation, she certainly wouldn't mind giving the two of them a little trouble before leaving.

In addition, they spent a lot of time killing the cultists and destroying the nodes of the magic circle, so being found by the enemy was also within the expected range.

But, with all the Level 3 reinforcements they'd called in already gone, what had the Level 1 and Level 2 guys figured out? Who gave them the courage? Was it that fat green kid from Outland who cooked a stinking hot pot while waiting for takeout?

Or……

"Tsk." A trace of pity appeared in Ivan's eyes as he looked at the plague werewolves who were roaring and rushing towards him. It was obvious that they were most likely deceived by the bad woman Willow Dishia.

As for how they cheated, for the conspirators who believed in the evil god Whisperer, wasn't it as commonplace as eating and drinking water?

Alvin bet that in less than twelve hours the other party would forget about having deceived this group of temporary allies, just as a normal person would not deliberately remember how many slices of whole wheat bread they had eaten.

Speaking of which, in the Great Wild Forest in the south of Palladia, there are beasts that transform into something like giant wolves, but those furry friends are not usually violent. As long as they receive a good level of education, their wildness can be suppressed well.

At most, when their own kind howled, they would involuntarily raise their heads and howl "Ah-woo, Ah-woo" along with them.

In comparison, these guys, with black sticky venom oozing out of their bodies and roaring wildly with their tongues wagging, are more like a group of irrational bloodthirsty beasts who only know how to spread plague and kill. People who are bitten by their venom-covered teeth even have a certain probability of becoming plague wolves. They are simply a group of self-walking pollution sources.

Eleven plague werewolves pounced on the two from all directions. Some of them even stabbed their sharp claws into the wall and climbed rapidly from both sides and overhead to attack from multiple angles.

However, one Plague Wolf was struck down at the starting line by a withering ray just as it began to move forward. The purple beam, capable of forcibly depriving a wolf of its vitality, struck its hind leg, instantly dehydrating and drying it out like a salted fish left in the sun for ten years.

The injured plague wolf fell to the ground, and its withered hind legs broke easily with a "crack" like dry firewood.

However, even such a serious injury as a broken limb could not stop it from continuing to attack. With only three remaining limbs, the monster continued to run twisting and turning at a speed slightly slower than its companions.

Moreover, at the wound of its broken limb, buds of tissue emerged from the broken surface and grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that it would not take much time to grow into a complete dog leg.

"You can't do that. Only mentally ill idiots would believe in that stinky mud, so you have to hit their heads to effectively cure their madness." Before Ivan finished speaking, he saw Khayon raised the magic steam gun in his hand and fired three consecutive shots.

The lead bullet sank deep into the eye socket of the slightly slower plague wolf, causing it to fall over in a standard dog-eating-shit posture in the next second, never to get up again.

The low-level blessing of the Eternal Wound cannot deal with serious injuries such as the brain turning into tofu pudding.

"Don't be impatient, let the bullet fly for a while." The black-robed wizard blew away the white steam escaping from the muzzle of the gun in a very coquettish manner.

Seeing this, Alvin shut his mouth and picked up the crusher directly.

"Boom boom boom boom", the ten self-propelled gem bombs in the magazine poured out in one breath.

The scene was extremely chaotic. Whether they were hit in the head, waist, abdomen, hands or feet, the group of running plague wolves all looked like they needed to be covered with mosaics before they could be broadcast live.

The only difference is that some plague wolves whose arms or lower bodies were blown off are still struggling, while those unlucky ones whose heads and half of their chests were blown to pieces no longer need to struggle hard.

Khayon cursed inwardly as "barbarian", and the remaining Undead Cult member standing behind him was now completely frozen.

Strictly speaking, he is the only member of the Undead Cult here, and the others are just slaves at his command. Although the true successors will be selected from among them, at least for now their status is only slightly better than that of livestock, and they can only be regarded as tools in front of them.

So, it doesn’t matter even if more people die.

What really shocked him were the weapons in the hands of the two guys who looked like a mage and a warrior.

In the impression of this old cultist who is already in his sixties, the battle should be a bloody grindstone where both sides use swords, minions and magic to fight against each other.

Even long-range weapons like bows and arrows are not common in battles between extraordinary people.

"What, what is that?! A crossbow? No, how could it be so powerful? A magic scroll? Still no, how could it be so fast! Damn it! That bitch Vero Dishia..." the old cultist spoke incoherently.

A scowl crossed his wrinkled face, and he raised his wand, ready to unleash an evil spell filled with blasphemous power.

boom!

After reloading with one hand, Alvin raised his hand and fired a shot.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! My hand!!!" The old cultist rolled over and fell to the ground, and the way he looked was simply a replica of the event.

"How much is the price of a living cultist at the temple?" Alvin still remembered the prices given by the Temple of Light and the Temple of War on Linde's side.

However, that was the price many years later, and he didn't know much about Elrond's Temple of Storms, which worshipped the great god Odin, or the Temple of Tranquility, which worshipped the goddess Hela.

"I'm not sure either. Anyway, after the years of silence, neither your Majesties nor the evil gods in the deep hell are active anymore."

"Although there will be responses during major sacrifices, the major temples are much quieter than they were a hundred years ago, so the reward probably won't be too high." Khayon shrugged.

"After all, even if such a low-level fellow is used as a sacrifice, the rewards he can get in return are quite limited. Hmm? Wait, something seems wrong." The black-robed wizard stopped talking. He found that the old cultist had stopped wailing at some point.

Without any prompting, Alvin, sensing something was wrong, took two steps forward and drew out the silver knight's sword made of demon-averse metal.

The fallen cultist growled and began to swell, his wrinkled, old skin torn by blood-soaked muscles, and a twisted horn sprouted from his head.

"I won the prize." Alvin put away the Crusher heavy pistol.

Then, for the first time that night, he grasped the hilt of the Silver Knight's standard longsword with both hands.

This heavy weapon with a blade length of 120 cm is as light and flexible as a one-handed sword in the hands of a young warrior who is more than two meters tall.

"Tsk tsk, this guy is incredible. He actually planted bacteria from the deep hell in his own body. If some time passes, I guess he will be able to obtain some demonic characteristics, right? In this way, he can be a good sacrifice. If presented to your majesties, he may really be blessed." Khayang marveled.

"Do you need help?" the black-robed wizard asked, rubbing his hands.

"No, let me try it alone first." Alvin raised the sword above his head with both hands and began to recall the feeling of competing with Ashram.

In the game, he mostly relies on the incredible attributes built up through data planning to crush his opponents. Such "technical work" that requires careful understanding is quite rare, but it also brings a kind of unexpected fun.

A smile played on the tall boy's lips, and he looked calm and relaxed.

However, the magic reaction in his body rose rapidly, and the activated original magic rushed through his bones, blood and even soul!

A strong sense of enlightenment surged into my heart, like a drop of falling water, causing the originally calm lake of my heart to suddenly stir up waves!

The first time I swung the sword, nothing changed.

The second time he swung his sword, a whirlwind suddenly arose in the enclosed space without any symptoms.

He swung his sword for the third time, and before it landed, the azure crystal on Ivan's forehead appeared again.

Like a vertical pupil that suddenly opened, magical light of the same color gushed out from the boy's palm, covering the entire sword from bottom to top.

As the sword was swung, it was like the first ray of sunlight before dawn, cutting through the boundless darkness around it. The free magic power in the environment turned into fine light ions and gathered towards the sword.

"Extraordinary...combat skills?" Khayang, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, said subconsciously.

At this moment, the cultist's demonic transformation had not yet ended, but he felt a strong magical pressure coming from the front.

His bloodshot eyes widened to their limit, revealing only a complex emotion of shock and astonishment.

At the last moment, a deep blue arc of light came roaring with unparalleled power, almost filling the sky and the earth, and quickly occupying his entire field of vision.

Then, there was straightforward death.

Even the strong muscles and bones transformed by the hell colony were easily split in half like soft butter under the cutting of this crescent-like sword light.

The sword light even broke through the top of the sewer with its aftermath, whistling up into the starry night sky, and only after flying for a distance did it gradually turn into light particles and completely dissipate.

‘Wow’

The cultist's body first froze in place, then fell apart in a straight line in the middle to both sides, and sticky black blood and various internal organ fragments flowed all over the ground.

"...You guys, sometimes you are really exaggerated." Ka Yang moved his lips, and finally spoke sincerely to the tall figure in front of him with a look as if he was looking at a monster.

"That's because you haven't seen a more exaggerated guy." Putting away the already damaged Silver Knight's sword, Ivan shrugged and said indifferently.

"I just don't know if the gods will accept a sacrifice that is cut in half." Then he looked at the two lumps on the ground with a headache. The only relatively intact piece was probably the guy's head.