Star Forge Titan

Accompanied by the Witch King's crazy laughter, the originally peaceful desert suddenly became turbulent.

The tremors coming from deep underground caused the surface of the desert to begin to shake, and the undulating sand dunes collapsed into large areas, turning into quicksand that fluctuated like sea water.

Alvin's eyes were fixed directly below. The loud noise he had just made had obviously attracted the attention of something. As for the other party's identity, he actually had some guesses.

Inside the self-powered super-heavy armored suit, the black-haired boy couldn't help but smile, and a strange idea suddenly arose in his mind.

In a sense, this could be considered a kind of fishing, right? Then I shouldn't be considered a loser this time.

Just as he was thinking about this, the ground shaking finally reached its peak. Accompanied by a deep yet heavy howl, a huge figure with a rather thick body emerged from the ground. It was like a whale floating on the surface of the sea, with a terrifyingly huge body.

It was a sandworm, a large sandworm that was over 200 meters long and had truly completed its development and entered its mature stage.

This dark brown monster not only has an astonishing size, but also has two pairs of giant chelicerae extending forward from its head. The teeth distributed in a ring inside its mouth are densely packed and stacked like a phalanx of spears, which makes people feel cold just looking at it from a distance.

Although Alvin, floating in the air, was much taller than an ordinary person, compared to this behemoth, he looked like a tiny glowing spark that could be easily extinguished by the latter at any time.

The sandworm was about to do the same thing. It stretched its claws and mouthparts as wide as it could, like any extremely hungry beast, ready to completely devour the tiny, shiny and noisy being.

But in the next second, a deafening sound was heard, and the sound waves that should have been invisible turned into translucent ripples visible to the naked eye and spread rapidly in all directions, almost shattering the atmosphere burned by the scorching sun.

The source of this scene was simply because Ivan, wearing a fighting suit, was in the air - punching!!!

Chapter 52: Unleashing the Beast

"A two-hundred-meter-class sandworm. Is this the tyrant's 'gift' for the rebels?"

From within the majestic wolf-head helmet forged of gold came the fighting voice of a black-haired youth.

The tall fighter clasped his hands across his chest, unleashing the power of the flying iron configuration to 'stand' in mid-air. The sunlight shone on the surface of Ivan's armored fighting suit, which was filled with powerful magic, reflecting a brilliant and dazzling light like a burning fire.

Facing the adult sandworm's bloody mouth that seemed to want to swallow the sun in the sky in one gulp, his movements did not tremble at all. He just stood straight in the air, bending his right arm backwards to make the most direct punching action.

The 'Tooth of Anubis', made of gold, steel and mithril, emits bursts of light sounds like the sound of a blade when squeezed by the bulging muscles inside. The special activation magic cast by the witch Heidi makes this ultra-heavy armor, which is extremely heavy even for extraordinary people, not only not bring burden to the wearer, but instead add an extra boost to every action of his wearer.

When dealing with this huge monster, Alvin had no intention of dealing with it.

The shining light system running behind him, the ultra-heavy combat suit humming on his body, and the black-haired boy who is a boxer himself!

Trinity, triple resonance, the three forces of boxing configuration are perfectly intertwined into one at this moment.

Storm Fighting Holy Fist——Force String Domination x3!!!

On the sand boat below, which had dropped an anchor to forcibly stop its advance, everyone stared in amazement as an invisible air wave exploded in the sky above their heads, shattering even the high clouds and pushing them away to create a huge circular hole!

This punch was a new punch jointly thrown by Douyi, Guangxiang and the boxer himself.

"The Heaven-breaking Fist, the Sky-Smashing Fist, the fist that can destroy the old era, the fist that can bring about a new era, is this the kind of boxing that Master wants to see!?!" In an instant, Brad had an urge to burst into tears.

Immediately afterwards, people saw the adult sandworm, which was nearly two hundred meters long, suddenly let out a half-wail.

The sound was so loud that it was like a strong wind blowing through the valley, but the reason why it was only half a sound was that the wailing sandworm had no time to transmit the cry to its mouthparts. Its head, along with its huge mouthparts full of fangs, was smashed to pieces by Ivan's clenched fist!

Broken insect shells, cracked fangs, and overwhelming body fluids, all of this was like a sudden rainstorm, pouring down from the sky.

The Freedom Fist fighters and the rebel soldiers were stunned at first, and then they collectively burst into cheers and shouts that were even louder than the sandworms' cries before their death. The sound traveled several kilometers to the city of Shakara ruled by the Witch King Hopt.

The ordinary desert dwellers looked at each other in bewilderment, then quickly lowered their heads to hide their joy. Despite the efforts of the desert nobles and the Witch King's soldiers to stop them, word of the impending rebels spread rapidly through word of mouth among the enslaved lower classes.

Even though they didn't dare to openly resist the Witch King and the Desert Nobles who possessed extraordinary powers, they couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in their hearts, just like a traveler who saw the morning light for the first time in a long dark night. Even though their hearts had almost become completely numb, they couldn't help but want to let out a low cheer at this moment.

In the sky, Alvin looked down at the headless sandworm's body falling to the ground.

Ancient secret skills, skills developed in the new era, and various powers are gathered in one.

I am now more powerful than ever before, and even the mature system of extraordinary people that has been around for thousands of years is no longer applicable.

In contrast, a wild beast without any inheritance, who does not know how to use its own magic power and relies solely on its huge body to move, how could it possibly match the boxer's well-trained fists? It can't, it can't, and its only outcome is defeat.

However, the blood of a mere beast could not extinguish the righteous anger in the boy's heart.

All the pain and sorrow that I heard, saw, and experienced along the way came from the Witch King, a cancer that inhabited the desert civilization.

Suddenly, the golden wolf-head helmet on Alvin's head separated into several pieces and combined them onto his shoulder armor and chest armor, allowing his young face to appear under the scorching desert sun.

Under the influence of magic, the black-haired boy's messy hair began to float towards the sky and the scorching sun, like a burning flame. The ends of the black hair with a crystalline texture gradually revealed a fiery orange-red color.

"Witch King Hopt." Ivan whispered the enemy's name, and his voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone present by the long wind controlled by Lan Dou's secret technique, even the Witch King's army several kilometers away.

After that, the words that came out of the black-haired boy's mouth were no longer polite.

"Get out here, you bastard!"

Thinking back to the gladiatorial champion mummy who was forced to fight against him, and the half-blood orc who was made into a living clone, anyone with a little bit of decency would be disgusted by such behavior.

Compared to the huge and twisted ambitions of conquering the world, enslaving the world, or even destroying the world, this despicable evil is even more despicable.

Compared to this guy, the Sorcerer King Thaned, who was lost before he even met him, was even somewhat respectable. And although the Sorcerer King Menes was insane, his reclusive behavior made him more like a madman locked up in his home, which at least reduced the harm he posed to society to some extent.

So for Alvin, Hopt could be said to be the most disgusting of the several witch kings he had met.

He didn't even bother to show the most basic respect to this bastard.

Hearing the black-haired boy's direct and contemptuous shout, the Witch King Hopt, who was standing on the top of Shakara City, angrily scratched grooves on the city wall with his fingers.

"Damn it!" The rough-looking orc wizard king suddenly waved his hand, and an invisible sharp blade swept across, cutting the servant beside him into several pieces out of thin air.

The other attendants and desert nobles present didn't even dare to look at this brutal scene. In fact, if it weren't for the Fists of Freedom's thorough liquidation of the nobles, they would have even considered surrendering after such a long period of brutal rule.

The blood of innocent people temporarily suppressed the Witch King Hopt's anger caused by humiliation. He looked at the army formation in the distance, which was just a few small black dots, and a cruel sneer appeared on his face.

"Come here! Release all the beasts in the arena, and have the beast trainers control them to attack the army of those unruly people!"

"I'll turn them all into dirt in the beast's stomach!"

Chapter 53: The Demonic Army Summoned, and the Demonic Army Silenced

Circumventing the massive sandworm corpse, the Fists of Freedom's fleet continued its advance towards the city of Shakara.

But soon, the soldiers saw a black line rushing towards them from a distance, accompanied by endless roars and shouts like a tide.

"The tyrant released all the beasts in the arena." Brad's voice reached Ivan's ears.

At this moment, the black-haired boy had already landed on the sand boat closest to the fleet. Beside him were twelve masters wearing golden fighting robes, and his senior brother Brad was naturally among them.

"Use the sand boat as cover, get the soldiers ready, and send the fist fighters into battle!" Needless to say, Brad, the current fist leader, immediately issued the order.

The sand ships, having re-anchored and advanced, moved closer to each other, looking like a small, moving city. On the top decks of each sand ship, all the fist fighters and mortal warriors were ready for battle.

The former adjusted his breathing and began to summon the power of the boxing configuration he was good at, while the latter tightly grasped the cold metal weapon in his hand, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on the armor and the violent beating of his heart in his chest.

“…” Alvin didn’t comment on this.

The actions of the Witch King Hopt were basically consistent with the pre-war predictions of the Fighter Council. He obviously wanted to use these means to weaken his own high-end combat power, and then use his extremely powerful beast body to try to play a decisive role and completely eliminate all enemies that could pose a threat to him.

This is also the method commonly used by the wizard kings who have always had the upper hand in terms of numbers and military strength over the past hundred years. It is simple and direct, but can give full play to their own advantages and ensure the victory of the powerful as much as possible.

The Free Fists have responded to this, with vast numbers of mortal warriors, righteous Fist fighters, and even more apprentices ready to fight against the bloodthirsty beasts and the inevitable arrival of the Witch King's army.

Even so, although the casualties on our side will inevitably increase, it will ensure the final victory in the battle against the Witch King to a greater extent.

However, Alvin had different ideas, so he forged those second-level fighting armors, believing that these equipment could reduce the losses of fist fighters and mortal warriors.

In addition, the Rogilas above is not just for show, which will be clearly demonstrated in the upcoming battle.

Ding, a prompt sound indicating that the spell communication was connected came from the detached helmet armor.

Ivan gently touched the wolf head decoration fixed to his chest, and the voice of White, the cat-worm adjutant, immediately came from inside.

"Great Chief, whoosh, bang, meow, the rockets have been loaded ahead of schedule, meow." Although Adjutant Catworm's voice had a unique quirk, his tone was extremely serious and solemn, which was completely inconsistent with his cute appearance.

"Okay, except for the batch of heavy rockets reserved for destroying the city walls, let's fire two batches of the rest at the beasts first to see the effect." Alvin gave the order without hesitation.

"Got it, meow!" For some reason, perhaps because of the influence of the hunting genes in the cat bug that came from cats, White's voice seemed particularly excited.

Perhaps in the eyes of these little guys who have regained the knowledge inherited from their ancestors, hunting with sharp teeth and claws is hunting, and hunting with rockets is also hunting in another sense.

"Brad, I'm ready to launch an attack. Let the fleet slow down its advance temporarily." After informing his senior brother who was commanding the battle, Ivan immediately jumped off the sand boat while observing the latter's stunned expression.

The steel ring behind him, emitting magical light, became brighter, driving the young fighter wearing an ultra-heavy combat suit into the air again.

"This guy is acting on his own initiative." Brad scolded with a smile, but he did not object to his junior brother's move because he knew that the other party just wanted to reduce the casualties of ordinary soldiers.

When Ivan returned to the top deck of the Rogilas, he saw that the vertical launch ports on both sides were fully opened. The primitive rockets invented by the cats and bugs were naturally incapable of tracking and directing such an attack method that was so far ahead of its time.

Therefore, if the Rogilas wants to launch an attack now, it needs a slightly more complicated aiming method.

Ivan immediately felt the gravity of the environment begin to change. He saw the Rogilas turn the hull sideways and then begin to flip the angle so that the top deck faced the ground.

The black-haired boy who relied on the force string to keep himself attached to the top deck shook his head when he saw this. It seems that the pace of technological development cannot be stopped. He must let those furry subordinates invent more advanced weapons as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too troublesome to aim like this every time.

The next moment, flames shot out from the missile launch bay at an extremely fast speed. They were the first generation of primitive rockets jointly manufactured by Ivan and the cats and bugs.

The first batch, totaling twelve rockets, launched what was called a tentative attack, but in fact it was a heavy firepower attack with great power that could kill without burying.

At the same time, groups of wild beasts ran forward madly under the whip of their trainers. Their eyes, which were bloodshot and red due to drugs, only saw the prey in front of them that exuded a fresh breath.

Although they were still several kilometers away, the beasts, induced by magical illusions and drugs, as well as a few magical beasts that possessed spell-like powers, roared and rushed forward. Occasionally, a mad animal would bite its smaller companions to death. The smell of blood emitted from it further stimulated the entire herd, making them shrouded in complete madness.

But just before the real bloody fight began, the first generation of Whoosh Meow Meow rockets, which were even made of wood, fell from the sky.

On the somewhat crudely made but absolutely up-to-standard cylindrical projectile, one could even see shark faces casually painted by the Catworm workers. Each large mouth filled with sharp teeth had a happy upward curve, but this 'smile' also contained a cruel power that could bring destruction.

Beng!!!

The rocket exploded the moment it landed. The unstable fire element crystals laid inside the rocket body released all the elemental magic contained in the body at the moment of being hit by the heavy external force. The resulting shock wave and high temperature acted like an eraser, wiping out the beast legions occupying the earth in large numbers.

There wasn't even much trace of blood on the ground, only large chunks of charred dirt everywhere, like ink dripping onto paper.

This was followed by a second, larger batch of Meow Meow Meow rocket attacks. The continuous explosions caused the originally violent beast army to lose two-thirds of its number in an instant. The remaining one-third fell into complete chaos due to the large number of beast trainers killed and the deafening explosions.

"What is that!?! What the hell is that thing!?!" The Witch King Hopt, who had not left the desert for more than a hundred years, made an incredulous sound.

The orc witch king, who looked savage and rough, clenched his teeth, and his protruding fangs pierced his lips, causing dark red blood to flow from the corners of his mouth, as if his anger had made him spit out blood.

"Drag the slaves in the cages to the battlefield. I will use them to summon new reinforcements!" A cruel order was issued. Groups of slaves with numb eyes were dragged to the outside of the city wall of Shakara in batches like lambs to be slaughtered.

The Witch King Hopt, who loved gladiatorial performances, naturally had his own plans in private. Although he was evil, cruel, despicable and extremely vulgar, the blood flowing in the arena could still attract the attention of certain beings far away in the deep hell.

What's more, there are other factors on the battlefield at this moment that make him look sideways.

Soon, the slaves' heads were chopped off, and the blood that flowed from them mixed with the foul blood of the dead beasts before them.

A strong and pungent smell of blood rose into the sky, and the space-time barrier between the material world and the outside world was temporarily broken by some evil force.

Bright red and evil figures slowly rose from the pool of blood, followed by continuous bloodthirsty laughter from their mouths.

Those monsters had curved bright red horns on their heads, and their bodies were tall and slender but appeared very powerful. In their hands, they held huge double-edged beheading swords that were inconsistent with their body sizes. They were none other than the most common low-level demon vampires under the command of the evil god Kongruiel.

Arriving in the material world with them were flesh hounds with dense spikes all over their backs. Although they looked like canines, these monsters were also demons born from the realm of the evil god Korrel.

In addition, unlike ordinary lower-level demon summoning rituals, such large-scale massacres and blood will naturally attract some more powerful evil beings.

With heavy iron hooves trampling the ground, twenty-four Bloodgrinder Khorne Demon Heavy Cavalrymen, riding on steel bulls covered in heavy armor, also descended into the material world.

Although these monsters are also vampires, their mounts are extremely terrifying. Those huge beast-like demons look like bulls, but they are several times larger than ordinary bulls. They are covered in scarlet heavy armor decorated with a large number of brass rivets and spikes. They are simply breathing living tanks.

But what really caught people's attention was a figure that was much taller than the other Blood Grinder Demon Heavy Cavalry.

A thick scarlet arm emerged from a lake of blood, followed by a terrifying howl that sent chills down one's spine.

"The breath of the mortal world! The breath of the battlefield! Fresh skulls waiting to be picked!" Wearing the heavy armor of the Blood God, he looks more ferocious than ordinary vampires. The black beheading sword in his hand is burning with blazing magic fire, and even the steel bull under his crotch is bigger and stronger than ordinary steel bulls.

The high-ranking vampire champion known as the Skulltaker makes his grand appearance here.

Riding the steel bull back and forth in a pool of blood, even though it only came to the material world in the form of a projection of power, this long-lost experience still made it excited and ecstatic.

Seeing this, Alvin silently drew out the Axe of Annihilation from the lepton space, and Karlbant in the spirit state let out a roar.

Destroy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mortals might not be able to hear this sound, but the group of demons that had just arrived in the material world were all shocked, and then shocked again and again, until they all fell into a depressing silence.

Even the steel bull that was happily galloping in the blood stopped and tried to make the heavy breathing in its nasal cavity soft and peaceful.

The entire battlefield inexplicably fell into an unbearable silence.

Chapter 54 Oh, it’s not me!

The Blood-Licking Steel Bull is a demonic beast, or beast-like demon, that lives in the Killing Heaven of the Deep Hell.

These beast-like demons are made almost entirely of muscle and metal. Their skin is tougher than the thickest cowhide, and their muscles are so developed that they are unimaginably terrifying. They can even crush a fully-armored knight with their four hooves, including his armor. This is one of the sources of the title of Blood Crusher for the Terrorrid Heavy Cavalry.