Star Forge Titan

At the same time, the use of boxing is also diverse, which can fully meet the needs of battles in various occasions.

"In a sense, this is a pleasant surprise."

Chapter 40: End of the Farce Before the Transformation

In the form of a giant god, Ivan clasped his arms across his chest and stood on the ground in a powerful posture.

There are about thirty seconds left before the transformation is completed. Due to the improvement of his own strength, the total time that the giant god form can be maintained is longer than expected.

Although his soul power has not yet been truly awakened, the upper limit of magic power that Alvin can call upon in the giant form is almost unlimited, so there is no need to consider the consumption of magic power due to the intensity of battle and action.

Just talking about the durability of soul power in the unawakened state, Alvin can probably maintain the giant god form for an average of about five minutes.

Once the five minutes were up, he would have to return to his normal self.

At this moment, in front of Ivan, in his Golden Lightning Knight form, lay a 'ravine' over two thousand meters long. The term 'ravine' was based on the fact that the Titan form was over two hundred and seventy meters tall.

For an ordinary-sized being, this is a canyon that is more than two kilometers long and nearly one hundred meters deep, as if the ground was violently torn in half.

As for where such an exaggerated "groove" came from, it was naturally the product of Alvin trying to release the power of his boxing configuration in the giant form.

The infinite magic power flowing in the huge body, even if he has not yet used his full strength, only using what he feels like 30% of the power to drive the Lan Dou Fierce Wind configuration, the "breeze" created is as huge as a storm.

Ivan casually gathered it into a stream and swung it forward, creating a 'groove' of such astonishing size on the ground.

Okay, that's confirmed. Next, we just need to wait for the magic power of the Pool of Light to be full again, and then we can find a Witch King and kill him and his house (referring to the city-state he rules).

Having made this decision without hesitation, Ivan's thoughts on what he was about to do next became particularly clear. Even putting aside the still-unidentified causes like the pure color pollution, the Witch King's rule over the Silent Desert was not merely a harsh rule and a threat; it was an inescapable constraint.

This area, which should have become a better place, is trapped in a heartbreakingly backward social state.

Despite the harsh environment, the products created within the unique surroundings of the Silent Desert are sufficient for trade and other economic activities with other regions. Furthermore, the environment here is actually improving, as long as the magical power of the earth network is no longer consumed by the creation of the Witch King's beast body and the oppression of the desert people.

This super-large magical creation, built by the ancient Giant Kingdom using the Titan technology heritage, can transform the originally yellow sand desert into an oasis with lush grass and water.

The silent desert at that time will no longer need to be called a waterless ocean or a sea of ​​dust. Instead, it will be a lush green landscape as beautiful and full of vitality as the vast wilderness.

As he pondered, Ivan's giant form was about to end. At this moment, he suddenly noticed a swirling cloud of dust approaching in the distance, which often meant a group moving like a caravan or nomadic tribe.

However, the desert where Alvin chose to conduct the experiment had no regular trade routes passing through it. Or, were these people attracted by the noise caused by the transformation into the giant god form and the experimental boxing techniques?

The superior power in the giant form allowed the young Titan's bloodline to look across several kilometers and look at the group of people moving quickly towards this side under the cover of smoke and dust.

Although the appearance of Ivan in the giant form has not changed at all, he is essentially made entirely of metal. Unless he is extremely excited, his expression will not change significantly most of the time.

But when he saw the identity of the visitor, the Iron Giant's cold metal face frowned slightly.

Because the other party was a group of carnivorous bees, a cannibal tribe that roamed the silent desert. This group of mentally abnormal lunatics did not move along normal paths, so it was not impossible for them to appear in such a remote desert area.

When the cannibal tribe came close, they suddenly knelt on the ground and began to praise the name of the evil god Kongruiel loudly.

What?

The Iron Giant's solid face, which was cast from metal, couldn't help but reveal an expression of astonishment.

After thinking about it, Alvin immediately understood what had happened.

Because of the special iron tax in the Silent Desert, these individuals, who had never seen much metal, probably couldn't tell the difference between brass and gold. In reality, while there was a certain difference in appearance between the two when they were rust-free and polished, it was possible to confuse them at first glance.

According to legend, the evil god Konrel, who was taller than a giant, wore a suit of armor made of brass.

Although the enemy's armor was actually made of Hell Alloy, so the overall color was a brighter red, these mentally ill cannibal tribe members were obviously unaware of the real situation. They might not even have a unified prayer scripture.

That's why these guys mistakenly thought that Ivan (in the form of a giant god), who was using his combat agent Disgulan to transform into a human form, huge, shining with golden light and looking like he was wearing brass armor, was the descending evil god.

Listening to the continuous prayers and praises around him, the young Titan's joy at his successful transformation was immediately disrupted. In fact, he was so angry that his face was almost twisted.

When the other party began to offer the charred human remains as sacrifices, Ivan's expression had become extremely cold and hard, as if he was wearing a mask made of steel (PS: This is actually the case).

There was no need to continue talking nonsense with this hopeless lunatic. The giant iron god, covered in golden light, raised his right hand and pointed his palm covered with layers of armor at the confused members of the carnivorous bee-eating tribe. The boundless magic power in his body, like the ocean, began to operate in the form of the original spell - magic shock wave.

The latter thought that the great god was going to bestow power upon them, and they all showed expressions of ecstasy. However, before their twisted smiles could fully emerge, a beam of light filled with destructive power fell from the sky.

Buzz! ! ! ! !

The air was practically ignited, and the instantaneous expansion caused by the high temperature turned into a series of explosions, and pale and ruthless magic beams swept across the ground.

When the bright light faded, all that remained was a patch of half-melted material, emitting a dark red glow. Even with only a fraction of its remaining duration, the magical shockwave unleashed by the giant god's form was powerful enough to incinerate all the flesh-eating bee-eaters within a radius of several hundred meters, even melting the sand on the ground into liquid glass.

The golden steel giant turned into particles of light and began to dissipate. Until it turned back into human form, the expression on Ivan's face was still very sour.

A puzzled question was swirling in his mind.

Do I look like a dog?

Chapter 41: The boy begins to think about the future of the desert

The experiment was obviously successful, and I obviously gained stronger power, so why did these two happy things put me in a bad mood in the end?

Frowning, Ivan shoved his hands in his pockets, his back slightly bent, and walked forward with a somewhat lazy attitude. His original suit of ordinary material had been completely incinerated by the surging magic power during the transformation into giant god form. Now, the only thing left on him was a pair of trousers, an old item that had been thrown into the spirit space at some point.

Fortunately, Alvin is not afraid of the scorching desert sun.

At this moment, he simply removed all disguises, allowing his body, which was two meters and five feet tall and covered with golden-ratio muscles, to be fully displayed in the sun.

The light and the slight perspiration made him look like a statue carved out of marble by an ancient art master. His body, with a faint sheen, radiated the ultimate beauty and even more ultimate power.

Why strength? Just kidding, charm is not such an inconvenient thing. The perfect appearance promoted by the majesty of strength is not for show. Unlike the timid and indistinguishable petty coquettishness, the charm of muscles is truly a charm that suits all ages.

The adaptive changes during the transformation into the giant form, coupled with the 'nutrient-rich' environment created by the abundant magic power in the Pool of Light, made Ivan's body better than before, with slight but significant improvements in all aspects of his attributes.

However, better muscles did not make him feel better.

This is actually easy to understand. No one wants to be mistaken for a bad villain with a bad reputation, right?

Especially when Alvin saw that the biplane he was driving was mostly buried in the sand, his expression turned from cloudy to gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two left wings of the biplane and the rear half of the fuselage are now covered with yellow sand. Only the front fuselage and the right wing are still exposed to the air, and the fuselage posture is also obviously tilted.

Even more frustrating was the fact that the dust covering the fuselage was most likely kicked up by Ivan himself when he transformed into his giant form. Although his experiment was already quite a distance from the temporary runway where the planes were parked, it was clearly not far enough to completely avoid the aftermath of the transformation.

Who else can I blame? I can only blame myself.

call--

He let out a long breath, thinking that he needed to train his character more. While warning himself, the black-haired boy raised his right hand and waved it.

Without using any magic, not even a bit of magic power, and without driving the boxing configuration, Alvin relied solely on the pure physical force of his punches to create a strong wind on the spot, blowing away most of the sand and dust covering the biplane, and also making the propeller on the nose spin non-stop.

After digging his small plane out of the sand and confirming that there were no problems with any parts, Alvin put on the diplomat ring again, changed his body shape and jumped into the cockpit where there was still some sand and gravel left.

Although he wasn't as disgusted by even a speck of dust as a severe mysophobia patient, the black-haired boy who was a bit of a mysophobia couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Next, he didn't waste any time. He put his hands together and slapped the ground to create a strong wind, blowing away the sand on the joystick and in the cockpit. Then he started the plane and turned back to the city of Nunnris.

The wind blowing in his face gradually took away his bad mood and made Alvin start to think seriously about the evil god.

The harsh environment of the silent desert makes people's lives extremely difficult, which is naturally a breeding ground for the development of various cults.

However, from the news he had heard, the witch kings were obviously well aware of the principle of "I will not allow others to sleep beside my bed", and their attitude towards the cultists was always very clear. They would kill anyone they saw and would not tolerate any leniency.

But the situation behind the scenes is a little hard to say, after all, the relationship between the Witch King and the Witch King has become increasingly dangerous recently. And the bottom line of these tyrants is mostly unlimited.

Alvin would not be surprised if someone among the Witch Kings secretly formed an alliance with the cult.

In fact, Thorin's experience had already made him wary. Although several of the coincidences occurred at a few key points, it was precisely these coincidences that connected a very ordinary young dwarf in the Lonely Mountain Kingdom with a witch king who ruled the five desert city-states.

"Coincidence?" The black-haired boy let out a low laugh that didn't contain much laughter.

This doesn't seem like a coincidence...

Considering Thorin's feelings, Alvin didn't intend to tell him about this matter before getting more information. However, he took the whole thing to heart and secretly raised his vigilance, guarding against those conspirators who were hiding in the dark.

In addition, the cannibal nomadic tribes in the Silent Desert are also a problem that needs to be dealt with.

These tribes, driven into collective madness by their belief in evil gods in harsh environments, are even more warlike and bloodthirsty and dangerous than the barbarian orcs.

In a sense, the cannibal tribes were closer to animals and beasts than to intelligent life. Their damaged intelligence prevented them from performing complex and dangerous rituals that would allow their evil gods or their demons to enter the material world.

But as long as external forces intervene, these guys will become very suitable sacrifices or tools.

Therefore, the carnivorous bee-eating tribe also needs to be dealt with properly.

"I always feel like I'm going to become a firefighter again, even though I was planning to take a break for a while." Alvin smiled bitterly with some helplessness, but he had no resentment in his heart.

Because it's the right thing to do. No matter what kind of world you find yourself in, finding the right direction and striving to make the future better for yourself and the people around you is actually a very joyful thing.

As he was thinking, Alvin suddenly noticed that in the desert below, there seemed to be a team moving towards the city of Nunnris.

The team looked a little strange. They did not move together in an orderly manner like ordinary caravans. Instead, they were scattered across the desert for hundreds of meters, and were barely moving in the same direction.

Feeling something was wrong, Alvin lowered his altitude, and then his golden eyes with excellent eyesight clearly saw what was running on the ground from a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

They turned out to be a group of dried-up mummy monsters wrapped in tattered bandages, with a light gray body color and looking very shriveled.

Undead? No, those mummified soldiers that appeared with Hopt earlier.

What kind of vicious thing did that dog do to disturb the rest of the deceased again and again? The scene in front of him made Alvin feel extremely angry.

Afterwards, the black-haired boy fully expressed this with his actions.

Chapter 42: Hundred Explosions

Throw the plane into the lepton space, and the expanded lepton space is large enough to accommodate such a vehicle.

In fact, ever since the construction of the Pool of Light, a space structure, was completed, Alvin felt that whenever the two flawless gems rotating at a constant speed in the center of the lepton space emitted a beam of light, the entire space would expand imperceptibly.

Putting aside this strange but supposedly good development, the black-haired boy, a superhero with a bad knee injury, landed on the ground.

A height of just a few dozen meters was no problem for him with his current body. It was even easier than for a muscular sports student to jump down from the upper bunk in the dormitory.

Ivan's gaze gradually grew more serious as he carefully observed the mummified soldiers moving towards him, sensing the presence of living creatures. Without the bandages covering them, the true appearances of these mummies were completely exposed to the view of others.

According to Hopt's boasting, these monsters must have been brave and skilled gladiators in their lifetime, but later the Witch King used some evil magic to transform them into the living mummies before him.

After becoming mummies, these former gladiators' bodies became extremely shriveled from their original strength, without any trace of the muscular beauty that a gladiator should have.

Furthermore, the skin of the mummified gladiators had transformed from their originally healthy dark brown or wheat color to a deeply withered dark gray. From time to time, faint gray currents could be seen moving across their skin, occasionally transforming into broken human faces, wailing and trying to pull themselves out of their withered bodies, only to be pulled back by the gray magical energy like chains.

Different from the necromancy magic that was born from medicine on Elrond's side, the magic that created the monster before him was more primitive and more brutal, and the souls of the dead were imprisoned in it especially completely.

It seems that the former, while somewhat hypocritical, can still pass itself off as medical dissection and body donation, and could be dealt with 17 or 18 times with more regulation. However, the latter is simply a serial killer playing with corpses on the spot, which is truly disgusting.

Because the souls of the deceased, rather than the remnants of their souls, are bound within the body, these mummy gladiator champions are different from the undead units summoned by conventional necromancy spells. Although they will instinctively attack living creatures, they clearly still retain some memories and habits of their previous lives.

Each mummy gladiator will use the weapon he was most familiar with in his lifetime, and they will also cooperate with each other to a limited extent.

But what caught Alvin's attention most was the indestructibility of these mummified warriors. He was certain that the Storm Light Wheel he had thrown earlier had already chopped most of the mummified gladiators into pieces. However, aside from the loss of some of their bandages, the bodies of these monsters before him appeared completely intact.

Judging from their appearance alone, the mummy gladiators showed no signs of missing limbs.

This made Alvin fall into deep thought.

Perhaps the mummies made by the Witch King are essentially different from the dead in the traditional sense.

Just as he was thinking about it, the fastest mummy gladiator had already arrived in front of Alvin.

And then... it was blasted down.

With just one punch, the air was forced to let out a sharp and shrill "scream". In fact, it was the unique sonic boom when the speed of an object exceeded the speed of sound.

Layers of white circular shock wave clouds spread out in all directions with Ivan's arm as the center until they turned into a cone-shaped cloud. The mummy gladiator, who was hit head-on in the body, had his body broken in two as if it were made of paper.

That’s not all. The fist that Alvin swung was not an ordinary straight punch, but the Beast King Fist that he had forced himself to learn from the Witch King Hope without the inventor’s permission, and it was also the Beast King Fist that he had modified himself.

The King of Beasts Fist, deduced by the Witch King Hopet from decades of watching beast fights, was now roughly mixed together by Ivan and turned into food for a single move. After such summarization and simplification, the single move that was born was the King of Beasts Fist·Modified—the Witch King's Explosive Fist, or the King of Explosive Fist.

This boxing style has swallowed up all the configurations of the King of Beasts Fist that imitated various beasts, and then forcibly injected this contradictory and explosive power into the enemy's body, and finally detonated it.

It can be said to be a very brutal boxing style!

At this moment, an extremely strong, domineering and powerful force, like an army invading enemy territory, wielded an offensive of iron and fire, rapidly spreading throughout the body of the mummy gladiator.

In just a moment, the neck, elbows, shoulders, thighs, knees and even ankles, every joint of the mummy gladiator expanded rapidly as if a bomb was buried in it, and then all exploded!

"Can it be repaired like this?" Alvin whispered, then looked up at the remaining nearly 100 mummy gladiators.

His hands suddenly ignited a ball of black flames that were a mixture of various colors. It was the Explosive King Fist that had been loaded with the power of many beast configurations as projectiles.

The five fingers closed one by one, and finally the thumb pressed down quickly and with extra force as if pressing a detonator!

Beast King Fist·Kai——Hundred Bursts of Blast King Fist!!!