Star Forge Titan

"Then only the Majesties in Heaven know about this." Khayon spread his hands, as if to say, 'I'm just a small wizard, how would I know such things?'

Then he turned and walked into the darkness.

"Hey, where are you going?" Alvin called out to him.

"Let's go back to the Hill of Three Towers. After all, I'm still a necromancer. It wouldn't be good if we were caught by the people from the temple." Khayang waved his hand without looking back.

"..." After a moment of silence, Alvin suddenly asked.

"Will you come over here?"

"..."

Khayon paused for a moment, then continued walking into the darkness, only sending a single sentence from afar.

"not now."

Chapter 49: Armed Priests

"What a weird guy." Alvin sighed.

The bodies of the cultists in the distance began to spontaneously combust, which was a rejection reaction of the laws of the material world to the power of deep hell.

The young man found a place to sit down feeling a little tired. It was not physical fatigue, but more of a mental fatigue.

Most ordinary first-level transcendents only use their physical abilities. Forcibly mobilizing the free magic power in the atmosphere to launch a slash that is almost a prototype of transcendental combat skills, like before, consumes his spirit as much as casting a spell of a higher level.

It’s strange to say, knowing clearly that Ka Yang is a notorious traitor, why did he shout out that sentence just now?

"Hehe, it turns out that if you stay with naive people for too long, you will become too naive yourself?" Recalling Frey's words and deeds, although Alvin always complained that she was too naive, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

Just thinking about it, boom!

"Storm Temple! Evil is frozen and destroyed!"

Accompanied by a loud war cry, the top of the sewer was directly broken open, and bright light shone into the dark sewer.

A large number of Odin priests wearing full body plate and chain composite armor descended from the sky, pulling ropes. They held short swords or hand axes and other weapons suitable for fighting in narrow areas in their hands, and carried a heavy crossbow or round shield on their backs. Everyone was fully armed.

But these heavily armored priests were not the first to burst onto the battlefield.

Boom! Something fell directly through the gap, hitting it hard and raising a cloud of dust.

"Cultists, come out and die!" An old but extremely powerful voice shouted in the flying dust:

The huge sound wave blew away all the surrounding smoke and dust, revealing a pair of strong chest muscles and an old man wearing a bearskin cloak.

The old man with white hair and beard held a heavy and huge axe in one hand. His majestic body was like a brown bear standing up. He just casually swung the axe and created a whirlwind around him.

Anything that stood in front of the axe blade, whether it was a solid wall or something else, was easily broken and shattered. The narrow environment of the sewer did not interfere with the weapon at all as far as he was concerned.

The old man wore the white priest robe and black bearskin cloak of the Storm Temple on his shoulders. Apart from that, he wore only a pair of leather trousers without any protective gear, revealing all kinds of hideous scars on his extremely strong body.

Rather than being a pastor, he is more like an old soldier who has experienced many battles.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, the 141st expeditionary force has begun to seal off the scene!" The young priest from the Storm Temple reported loudly to the old man, and other members of the special armed priest corps also quickly took action.

"East side, safe!"

"South side, safe!"

"True North, safe!"

"Northwest direction, safe!"

The opened crossbows were aimed in all directions, and the hand axes emitting an enchanted glow, brighter than torches, illuminated the darkness.

The armed priests looked very nervous, partly because of the horrifying content in the report letter. The cultists actually wanted to sacrifice the entire Evanmore!

On the other hand, the magical light that shot up into the sky a few minutes ago illuminated half of the lower town, so that people in the entire city could see it. It was obviously not a power that an ordinary supernatural being could wield.

Therefore, even Bishop Padraic Colum, who was stationed at the Temple of Storms, went out in person.

As a third-level Storm Warrior of the Berserker class, he has experienced thousands of battles and received the blessing of Odin. He is single-handedly capable of suppressing enemies of the same level who are several times his size. He is an absolute backbone force, and this is also the common status of most third-level transcendents in various forces.

The expeditionary forces belonging to the Special Armed Priest Corps are experts in fighting against cultists. Each of them possesses a strong resistance to chaos erosion and is not afraid of most of the twisted spells mastered by the cultists. They are also proficient in using various military weapons and are extremely good at team combat. Although they are only at the second level, they can rely on team strength to fight against third-level enemies.

However, this assault team composed of powerful temple warriors showed surprise at the devastated scene before them after they completely broke in.

The Undead Cult members mentioned in the report were either dead or beaten to a state worse than death. They all fell to the ground and wailed non-stop, like wild animals caught in a trap, completely unable to resist.

In an open space not far away, sat a tall young man with a somewhat subtle expression.

Although he was just sitting there casually, no one could ignore his presence. There was an invisible deterrent around the young man that was ready to go, and it was obvious that he had just used extremely strong magic power.

The armed priests showed vigilant expressions, and their heavy crossbows and other weapons were vaguely pointed at each other.

Their battlefield intuition told them that, apart from the Bishop, the biggest threat on the scene was the black-haired boy sitting in a relaxed posture.

"Young man, can you explain what happened here?" Bishop Patrick asked in a slow voice.

"Oh, how do you say it." Alvin organized his words a little.

The Storm Temple mainly appears on the front battlefield in the game. It was also the first time for him to see the combat style of the opponent's special armed priest group, so he was stunned for a moment.

"Simply put, they came to fight me, and then I killed them all."

As he spoke, the black-haired boy slowly stood up at a speed that would not easily cause misunderstanding. His slightly curly, semi-long black hair hung casually behind his back like the majestic sideburns of a lion. His two-meter-three-meter-tall body and muscles that exuded a strong sense of power although not bloated made the armed priests subconsciously take a defensive posture.

Bishop Patrick's eyes lit up. He could see that the other party was a first-level barbarian transcendent, and had undergone a very advanced Elrond secret ritual transformation.

Although there are many names and types of first-level professions, they can be broadly divided into two categories: combat professionals and spellcasters. Apart from this, they do not have much impact on the choice of promotion ceremony.

In other words, this heroic young man in front of him is very suitable for the Berserker promotion sequence.

But, wasn't he being a little too brief?

The old man pulled the beard on his chin and thought with a slight toothache.

"By the way, this guy should be good enough to be offered as a sacrifice to the gods, right?" Alvin kicked the half-burnt head at his feet.

In the game, killing the cultists and sacrificing their heads is a daily reward task for each temple faction.

Depending on the level and status of the cultists, they often receive different rewards, ranging from common equipment, materials, and even promotion ceremonies. There are even players who kill monsters that are strong, big, and scary enough and are directly blessed by the gods, gaining additional talents or skills.

"This is..." Patrick stepped forward and squinted his eyes to examine it for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his rough face.

He was not surprised that the plague wolves transformed from the first-level transcendents around him were hacked to death. Just looking at the remaining magical reaction on this young man, he knew that he was definitely gifted and should have no problem dealing with several people of the same level.

But the head in front of him belonged to a formal member of the Undead Cult, or at least a dark believer of a second-level transcendent. From the deformation and spontaneous combustion of the corpse, it can be seen that the other party still possessed some demonic characteristics and was a deeply fallen person who could even temporarily transform into a demon form.

He found it hard to believe how a young transcendent who was only at the first level could kill him without any injuries himself.

You must know that even if they are killed, the bodies of official members of the Undead Cult will continue to emit polluted magic power corroded by Chaos into the surrounding area.

But the young man seemed completely unaffected, which generally has only two explanations:

First, the opponent possesses a magic resistance far beyond that of ordinary mortals or even ordinary low-level transcendents, and can easily resist the polluted magic power generated by chaos erosion.

Second, beneath that youthful appearance, there is a demon lord who is even more corrupt than the dead cultists. As such, he is certainly not afraid of the polluting magic power emitted by the small fry of lower rank than himself.

"We welcome every warrior who fights against evil." Bishop Patrick narrowed his eyes and continued in a kind tone.

"If you don't mind, come with me to the temple for a glass of honey wine."

Chapter 50: God's Gift

Is this considered being invited for tea? Ivan's thoughts suddenly turned in this direction.

"No problem." The black-haired boy dressed as a knight nodded.

"But before that, please help me pass a message to Schönbrunn Palace."

Patrick frowned. He hadn't expected the young man before him to be related to the Gusmith royal family. If that was true, then he was more trustworthy than the others.

As early as the Elrond clan ended their exile and entered the pioneering era, the Gusmith family entered into a life-and-death battle with the cultists.

The fields were destroyed by plague while being cultivated halfway. This was unacceptable to both the aristocratic rulers and the common people, not to mention the ancestor of the Gusmith family who was the head of the family at that time.

During the most intense period of the struggle, these red-haired people who used the fiery red rose as their family emblem even performed the terrifying feat of using a powerful second-level limited prohibition spell to melt the cultists and the mountains where they were hiding.

Having said that, since the reform of Elrond's court began in recent decades, more and more outstanding young people have chosen to be loyal to the royal family, so that there is a lack of talent in the temple.

"Excuse me, who is it?" the bishop asked loudly. At the same time, he also remembered some rumors he had heard recently, and looked at the young man in front of him with a strange look in his eyes.

"Princess Afrediya." As he said that, Ivan asked the young priest beside him who looked vigilant to borrow paper and pen. After hiding the content related to Khayon, he roughly wrote down his current situation, and then handed the unsealed letter directly to the temple.

"I'll have it delivered properly." This open-minded attitude made Patrick nod slightly. Although the vigilance in his eyes did not disappear, his attitude became much better.

After ordering several other armed priests to prepare to meet the rear troops, he conducted a comprehensive inspection of the surrounding sewers. Then, the bishop looked at Alvin again.

"Young man, please bring your spoils and return to the temple with me."

In response, Alvin did not comment. The armed priest next to him brought a silver metal box with a sealing function and put the cultist's head, which had shrunk a lot after spontaneous combustion, into it. Then he and the bishop left the sewer together.

As soon as he got outside, Alvin saw a large shadow floating in the sky, and a dazzling white beam of light was cast from above like a searchlight, which made him squint his eyes slightly.

"What is that?" Alvin asked.

"The new flying mount invented by the Blood Order is said to have utilized some of Lind's mechanical knowledge." Patrick raised his hand and used the Light Magic to rhythmically send light signals into the air to indicate landing.

Then, the shadow in the sky began to lower its altitude, and Alvin, who was still a little confused, soon saw its true appearance.

It was a strange jellyfish-like creature, its oval body a full fifty meters long. From a distance, it looked like an oversized sausage stuffed with too much meat.

There are twelve tentacles growing from the bottom of its body, ten of which are relatively short and powerful. Together with the cables, they bind a rectangular pod made of a mixture of metal and wood to itself, making this guy look more and more like a small airship that can breathe and has life.

There are several strong ropes hanging between the pod and the ground. Just now, the armed priests relied on these things to set off directly from the pod and quickly descended into the battlefield in the form of rappel. Judging from their movements, their usual training includes a lot of related tactical moves.

As the arcane monster lowered its altitude, the rectangular pod slowly touched the ground.

Only then did Alvin see that there was a machine with a propeller structure fixed on each side of the monster's body, and the remaining two tentacles each wrapped around a crank at the back of the machine.

Although it is a primitive machine of animal-powered level, it is obvious that this is the propulsion device that allows the mystery monster to move in the air.

When flying, the tentacles will drive the internal gear set by turning the crank, eventually causing the propeller in front to rotate rapidly, blowing out streams of air backward to form reverse thrust.

As for the beam of light cast earlier, it came from the front of the pod. It was not known whether it was a magic device or something else.

"Is this also considered a mount?" The black-haired boy couldn't help but complain.

"The mages of the Blood Order say so, and they call this big thing the Flying Beast Alvos. But I think it looks more like a carriage, but a carriage that flies in the sky. A flying carriage?"

Patrick muttered like an ordinary old grandfather, shook his head and walked into the rectangular pod first.

After entering, Alvin found that the inside was not very spacious. Apart from two rows of seats fixed against the wall, there was only a narrow space serving as an aisle.

The cockpit in front was separated by a wooden board, so the contents inside could not be seen for the time being, but the voices of two pilots belonging to the Order of Blood could be clearly heard talking to each other.

Compared with real-life vehicles, this pod connected to the Mystic Monster probably has a capacity close to that of a transport helicopter, or the capacity of an early transport helicopter. In short, it can only carry a small number of people.

In addition to the pilot, the arcane monster known as the Alvos Flying Beast can transport about five to seven fully armed combatants at a time. If it is equipped with full body plate armor, the number may be reduced by a few more.

Perhaps this is why armored priests wear plate and chain mail.

When it is impossible to remove the muscles, the only option is to reduce the weight of the armor.

As for weapons, the armed priests who believe in the great god Odin would rather reduce their armor than carry less weapons.

As soon as I sat down, I heard a reminder from the driver in front.

"Prepare for takeoff, please hold on to the handrails."

Alvin subconsciously grabbed the U-shaped handle fixed on the side wall, and then felt a violent shaking.

Through the window on the side of the pod, he saw the ground begin to move away from him, and the fat flying beast began to rise staggeringly as if it was drunk.

"The spear of the great god! I told those wizards a long time ago that they should just prepare some thick and heavy ropes here so that they can tie all the passengers to their seats during takeoff!" Bishop Patrick, who had a grim expression on his face, couldn't help but complain loudly.

Although he was so strong that he could almost pull himself up from the ground by grabbing his beard, as long as he held on to the handle, he would not be thrown around by the shaking caused by takeoff.

However, the old bishop still found it very difficult to adapt to the flying experience, which was as violently shaking as a ship caught in a storm.

"Sir, please be patient. I will truthfully report your suggestions to the order. By the way, I heard that the newly bred super-large flying beasts will not have this kind of shaking." The driver's calm voice came from the front, and it was obvious that he was used to this shaking.

"What? You want to make something bigger?" Patrick was shocked.

"It's probably just like a boat, the bigger the boat, the more stable it is." Alvin guessed half-seriously.

"That's right, it turns out that young people are more receptive to new things." The pilot was obviously very familiar with the old bishop, so he could joke with him in such a joking tone.

"Ha, so the future still depends on the young people." Patrick was not really angry, but just pouted like an old child to express his dissatisfaction.

Then he loosened his grip and leaned back in his chair, looking at Ivan with a considering look.