Star Forge Titan

Young boys, young men and even old men with white beards put on heavy and cold armor and picked up sharp and cold weapons.

Looking at the many mortal soldiers who were bidding farewell to their parents, wives and children, Alvin couldn't help but sigh softly.

"So many people are going to join this war..."

"Yes, many of them were just ordinary farmers or craftsmen, but now they have to take up arms." Brad said as he came to Ivan, with the same helpless look in his eyes.

Both brothers knew that many of these mortal soldiers would be separated from their families forever, and would not even be able to return to their newly built home of Nunnris in a complete form. The cruelty of war would never change because of human kindness, but it would bring death to the extraordinary and ordinary people involved in it equally.

Whether they are fighters of the Freedom Fist or ordinary soldiers who tremble in fear and take up arms to join the resistance, they will face the direct test of death in this war.

If possible, as a leader, Brad certainly hopes to launch a counterattack against the Witch King and his forces after being more fully prepared.

But the situation does not allow for such an ideal situation. The conspiracy of the First Witch King is eye-catching. No one knows why he collects the Gaia Slate, nor does anyone know what he will get if he really completes the collection of all the slate fragments?

Perhaps it was powerful magic, or perhaps it was a terrifying weapon, but in any case, it was not something harmless that could be ignored.

Anyone who has experienced slavery knows that when a tyrant slave owner gains more power, he or she will inevitably seek to enslave more innocent people. This behavior is bound to destroy the peaceful and happy lives of countless people, and then exploit human life, which should be respected, along with everything else, to the extreme.

The sufferings of the past have made everyone in the city of Nunnris deeply understand this heavy but unignorable reality.

That terrible greed is like a dark cloud covering the entire sky, weighing down everyone's heart. Only by completely dispelling it can we embrace a truly happy and bright future without any worries.

Therefore, when the horn of war sounds, the gathered army will be so huge.

Regardless of their race or past identities, they are now warriors fighting for the freedom and future of their families and the majority of people, and are willing to do their utmost to fight against the minions of the Witch King.

At the same time, more and more fist fighters wearing white hooded cloaks appeared behind Ivan and Brad. They remained silent, but their eyes burned with a bright light like fire.

Among them, the twelve top fighters have been equipped with golden fighting robes. The armors made of large amounts of gold appear to be shining in the sunlight, as if they are glowing themselves.

Beside them were twelve apprentices carrying empty boxes. Even the Fist Fighter apprentices had to join the war, because this time the Fist of Freedom was going to wage war head-on against a city-state ruled by a Witch King.

In addition, there were 72 fighters who also carried metal boxes, which contained secondary silver fighting robes, and a larger number of 48 black iron fighting robes, but no more than 500.

Despite the differences in materials, these fighting suits can also greatly enhance the power of the boxing configuration of the boxer.

“…” Brad took a deep breath and looked at everyone steadily.

Among them were his closest friends and brothers, and the cruel war was bound to claim the lives of many of them.

Realizing this, Brad found it increasingly difficult to say the words he had prepared long ago.

"Everyone." Alvin suddenly stepped forward and noticed his senior brother's hesitation. He knew he had to do something.

When everyone turned their eyes over here, the black-haired young man from the north seemed particularly calm.

"Please be prepared to die."

There was no noise or chaos, instead a burst of laughter could be heard from the crowd.

Noticing this, Brad finally calmed himself down. He took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ivan.

"For a hundred years, the desert has been shrouded in suffering." Although his voice was extremely low, this burly desert man looked taller than ever before.

"Since our fathers and even their grandfathers, five evil tyrants have sat on the throne. They imprisoned the rain, enslaved all living things, and used everyone's suffering in exchange for their own pleasure and that of their lackeys."

A heavy atmosphere gathered above the crowd, and all those who had been enslaved and oppressed could not help but recall the unforgettable pain they had once suffered.

"Now!" Brad suddenly raised his voice.

“It’s time to change all this!!!”

Boom, just like a bolt of thunder struck the spot, and thunderous shouts erupted from the crowd.

"Let's go and overthrow the remaining tyrants!" Brad raised his right hand high, and clenched his five fingers into a hard fist, as if he wanted to pierce through the sky and shatter it.

This is the fist that touches the sky, the fist that breaks the sky. Alvin suddenly realized that this emotion flowing in the Fist of Freedom and in the hearts of all those who yearn for freedom may be the real power that can make the sky tremble and shatter.

Perhaps it is because of this that Mr. Rigor calls the ultimate power of boxing the "Sky-breaking Fist."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The shouts merged into one, and the army set out!

The metal armor and weapons forged by the dwarf craftsmen day and night reflected the bright sunlight, like a moving steel jungle, exuding a sinister and cold aura.

The oasis settlements along the way were all shocked by the huge army. The five witch kings were wary of each other, so there had not been a military action of this scale in the desert for a hundred years.

After more than ten days of hiking across the vast desert, a magnificent city silhouette finally rose on the horizon. The city had a strange, almost perfectly circular outline, looking like an amphitheater magnified dozens of times.

The perception of stepping into the perfect realm allowed Alvin to sense the smell of death emanating from it even from a long distance.

That was the pungent smell of blood that had never completely dried up in over a hundred years, constantly flowing in the arena.

This is Shakara, one of the five desert city-states ruled by the Witch King Hopt.

Chapter 50: Hot Wind Assault

A tall, black-haired young man dressed in traditional desert clothes stood alone at the bow of the Rogilas with his arms folded across his chest.

The wind blowing in the face was mixed with the scorching breath of the desert, and on the sand below were dozens of large sand boats moving with the wind, each loaded with thousands of high-spirited soldiers.

As an emerging city-state with very backward productivity, which can only rely on extraordinary people to make small leaps in development, the number of soldiers that Nuenris can fully devote themselves to combat is actually quite limited.

Furthermore, their training was not as good as that of truly skilled soldiers, and most of them could only barely fill the battlefield.

Even so, the Free Fist fighters did not choose to fight alone.

This was a war, a war of resistance, a roar of resistance from the enslaved against their slave owners. To reject these motivated soldiers with a condescending attitude would be a betrayal of the very purpose of the Freedom Fists. This would be detrimental to both the future and the present of the Alliance.

Moreover, unlike the previous assassination of the Witch King, waging war against a large city-state involved matters that could not be fully handled by just a few dozen or a hundred transcendents. Ordinary armies also had very important tasks to complete.

To put it simply, while the extraordinary people are fighting each other, the Witch King's numerous minions and soldiers must use the mortal army to fight against them.

Therefore, this time, the fighters were accompanied by a large number of new soldiers composed of liberated former slaves. Although they had limited training, they had a strong will in their hearts, a will to embrace their current life, a will to resist the tyranny of the Witch King, and a determination to sacrifice their lives for freedom.

However, for Alvin, who was traveling on the ship called Rogilas, the key to this battle was how to eliminate the Witch King Hopt.

Although he was confident in his Titan form, he was always prepared for the worst. As a reckless but not completely reckless visitor from another world, Ivan had a very rigorous and thorough discussion with Brad and several other masters of the Fighter Council before his departure.

Compared to the energy-consuming discussion process, the conclusion everyone finally reached was very simple.

To deal with a notorious and shameless bandit like the Witch King, there is no need to talk about the spirit of fighters. Let's grab our weapons and attack together!

Of course, there are specific strategies. As I said, when dealing with a notorious and shameless villain like the Witch King, it is only natural to use some conspiracy and trickery!

By the way, these past few days, Alvin and the hardworking cats and bugs have teamed up and stayed up late to prepare many surprises for the Witch King Hopet, intending to demonstrate how the so-called "modern warfare" is fought in the upcoming siege.

Ants attacking the city? You must be kidding. How could a time traveler use such a destructive tactic?

"Meow~" A familiar cat's meow came from behind him. Alvin turned around and saw that it was his adjutant and the battleship's cat White who was walking towards him.

The strong wind on the deck forced him to hold down his navy hat on his head while bending forward to fight against the oncoming airflow.

"Great Chief, we are only fifty kilometers away from Shakara City, meow." White, whose hair all over his body was blown like waves, shouted with difficulty.

"Okay, I understand." Alvin resisted the urge to laugh out loud at his adjutant's embarrassment, took two steps forward, lifted him up and put him on his shoulder.

Adjutant Mao Mao grabbed the chief's crystalline hair to steady himself, then he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to report the current situation.

"Swoosh, meow meow, the rockets are eighty percent loaded. The rest will be ready in fifteen minutes. Once you've reached your designated combat position, you can fire at any time, meow."

"That's good, but are you really not going to change the name of the rocket?" Alvin asked with a slightly speechless expression.

"Meow? Is that inappropriate?" White showed an innocent expression as if to say, 'I'm just a kitten, how can a kitten not understand what you're saying?'

"Forget it, as long as you like it." Alvin stroked his forehead. Anyway, this thing is not hitting his own head, so it doesn't matter if it is called a pink anti-hair rabbit bullet.

The so-called "Swoosh Meow Meow" rocket is the successor product of the exhibit with irregular Brownian motion flight trajectory that appeared in the previous Cat, Cat and Bug Aircraft Exhibition.

After confirming that this subsequent version could fly in a straight line for at least one kilometer, Alvin immediately realized that although this thing was not suitable for use as an aircraft, it could be used as a direct-attack rocket.

Although the current Logilas was modified from a wind tunnel model from the Giant Kingdom period and is essentially a large flying cat bed, there have been no particularly suitable changes to its weapons.

But as a model, the Rogilas had a perfectly restored torpedo and missile bays. Filling the empty bays with these things would at least transform this rare ship from a mere flying cathouse into one with some long-range strike capabilities.

So, Alvin had the cats and bugs mass-produce this disposable aircraft, and then he personally mobilized the power of the flawless gem "Eternal Flame" to fill the airspace carrier space originally designed as the cockpit with unstable fire element crystals, making it a truly long-range rocket with considerable destructive power.

As for the upcoming siege.

Attack a city? Attack what city! Is that even necessary? My method of attacking a city is to bomb the defenders until they are forced to flee for a decisive battle in the wild!

This is what a foreigner said, who has a terrible genetic meme called 'fear of insufficient firepower' in his bones.

At this time, a golden light rose from the ground and quickly came to the top deck of the Rogilas.

The man was wearing a suit of golden armor, and his sturdy body looked even more majestic under the full armor. Behind him was a pair of iron wings, each feather made of metal and shaped like an eagle's wings. It turned out to be Brad wearing a golden battle suit.

While the golden battle suit crafted by Ivan had a basic form, due to the unique characteristics of the boxing technique and the suit, it would undergo certain adaptations after being worn. Therefore, Brad's suit had an additional pair of metallic wings that shone just as brightly as the main body.

"Junior brother." Brad's expression was very serious, and he said meaningfully:

"The wind carries the stink of wild beasts."

Of course, Alvin knew what kind of beast his senior brother was referring to, but facing the upcoming powerful enemy, a hint of uncontrollable excitement appeared on his face.

"Well, let's begin hunting that vicious beast."

Chapter 51: Giant Beast Attacks

It turned out that the Witch King Hopt did not tremble in fear in the city-state he ruled.

On the contrary, he sharpened his fangs and claws like a real beast during this period, ignoring the wailing of many desert dwellers in the city-state, and took everything he could use into his hands, transforming it into a cold weapon that could cause pain to his enemies.

Standing at the bow of the flying Rogilas in the desert only five kilometers away from the city of Shakara, Alvin suddenly felt as if a weak electric current flashed between his eyebrows, bringing an almost imperceptible pain.

That sense of threat came from below, or to be more precise, deeper than the surface desert.

Brad, who was beside him, saw his expression change and immediately became alert to the movements around him. The fist fighter's keen combat instinct made the former sense something was wrong.

This desert seems too quiet.

To ordinary people, the desert is indeed a silent and desolate place.

But for those with keen perception, whether it is the friction sound of snakes crawling across the sand, the crisp sound of small rodents tapping their teeth, or the faint sound of desert insects vibrating their wings, they are all natural sounds interwoven into this hot land.

But at this moment, the desert not far from the city of Shakara was unsettlingly quiet.

There was not a sound around, as if all living things were holding their breath, afraid of disturbing something dangerous.

Thus, the Freedom Fists and their armies' sand boat fleet became the only noisy sound in the surrounding environment. And this sound would obviously attract some unfriendly beings.

Realizing this, Brad immediately jumped down from the top deck of the Rogilas. The steel wings behind his golden armor opened instantly, making him like an eagle circling in the sky, quickly piercing through the extremely hot atmosphere under the scorching sun.

"Be alert!" Brad's voice resounded through the sky.

A horn immediately sounded from the sand boat below, but this made the pain in Ivan's brow even more obvious.

Without hesitation, a rotating dark hole opened behind Ivan, and the super-heavy battle suit "Anubis's Fang" that was cast forward immediately appeared from it.

Compared to before departure, this power armor suit, which was exceptionally heavy even for a Transcendent, had undergone another transformation. The shimmering light system Ivan had crafted earlier had been integrated into it. A metal ring composed of steel prosthetic limbs was now fixed to the back of the armor suit. Even before it was fully activated, the edges emitted a faint magical glow.

Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the seemingly calm desert surface.

The tall, black-haired boy turned the Diplomat Ring to restore his true size of two meters and five, then leaped forward, leaving the top deck of the Rogilus, and plummeted to the ground like a meteorite.

At the same time, the activation magic that Heidi cast on the mithril skeleton of the battle suit drove the battle suit to move forward on its own. During this process, the front armor plates of the power armor automatically opened, revealing a reserved space large enough to accommodate the wearer, allowing Ivan to complete the dressing of the entire set of armor in mid-air.

The mithril skeleton inside the battle suit came into contact with the wearer's body, and the violent raw magic power endowed with the characteristics of steel in the body of the Titan bloodline quickly poured into the interior of the armor. The golden helmet that resembled a jackal but incorporated elements of a lion was buckled down, and the goggles made of solid magic gems embedded in the head flashed a bright light, and the entire system was activated online.

The steel-ringed light system behind him shone brightly, its magical radiance emanating like a rising flame. The power of the boxing formation resonated back and forth between the battle suit, the light system, and Ivan himself.

In the lepton space, hundreds of thousands of units of earth magic accumulated in the pool of light were also rotated and called upon, and the resulting power of the boxing configuration rose steadily like a rocket being launched.

An extremely powerful magical pressure instantly swept across the entire venue. The black-haired boy wearing the super heavy combat suit 'Anubis's Fang' was suspended in mid-air, overlooking the vast desert land.

"Come out." Compared to Brad's vigilance, Ivan's actions were much rougher and more direct.

While releasing the magical pressure, he let out a loud shout, which could even be heard in the city of Shakara several kilometers away.

Because of its special environment, this desert city-state also has a very tall outer wall, and the true body of the Witch King Hope is standing on top of the wall at this moment.

The Witch King in a golden robe is different from the half-blood offspring he made into clones. He looks like a pure barbarian orc, with dark green skin and protruding fangs, but other than that he does not have any characteristics of the Fur Tribe.

"Humph, are you here? A mob that dares to defy the king's rule."

Then, a hideous sneer appeared on that savage-looking but gloomy face.

"Before you show your teeth to the king, play with my pet first. Just treat it as a grand beast fighting show, hahahahahaha."