Star Forge Titan

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Faced with such a weighty message, even a resolute Ivan couldn't help but find his hands trembling slightly. It wasn't fear, but rage, unparalleled rage, the unadorned indignation of a stranger from a better world!

In the past, I had limited abilities and could only try to do the right things, but I was unable to change the wrong, distorted or even unfair things within my sight.

Although such things have become less and less common in highly developed societies, they have not completely disappeared.

But now, I have the power, I can be as willful as a strong man.

Yes, Alvin clearly realized that the essence of his bad behavior was just the "willfulness" of the strong, and he did not reach the ultimate realm of superego by implementing some more noble, stronger and more determined thoughts and ideas.

But who says that mere "willfulness" can't change oneself, change the environment, and change the world? Even if people scornfully call you a "chunibyo" (a type of chuunibyou), as long as you can truly change those "wrong things," what's wrong with that?!

hum!hum!hum!

As Alvin released the magic shock wave with all his strength, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the Annihilation Axe was suddenly covered by a strong red light.

That was a blessing from the evil god that far exceeded the limit that the Axe of Annihilation transformed by Karlbant could withstand at the moment. It was a curse of divine power that was luxuriously transmitted across time and space through the medium of the dead demon champion.

This extremely ominous power was brutally and unreasonably infused into the Annihilation Axe. Under normal circumstances, even if others saw this as a curse from the evil god, for the soul-forged weapon and the core within it, Calbant, it would still be considered a supreme blessing.

But for Karlbant, who had just devoured a large amount of demon essence, this was undoubtedly an unbearable heavy "happiness", a terrible burden that was enough to make it and the Axe of Annihilation collapse and explode.

No need to guess, Alvin knows what the other party’s real purpose is?

"Sometimes it's really hard to tell who the villain is." With a sneer, Alvin summoned a red suitcase from the lepton space.

It was made of some kind of bright red leather that looked like the skin of a vampire had been flayed alive, and the octagonal parts had traces of thickening, and the overall shape had a retro feel.

On the surface of this suitcase, one can vaguely see a complex emblem composed of several evil god marks, and inside is the Deep Despair Armor that Ivan modified with new technology and stored in a mobile suitcase.

As expected, the moment the suitcase containing the Deep Despair Armor left the lepton space, the "power of blessing" or "power of curse" that exceeded the limit of Karbant and the Annihilation Axe's endurance immediately flew out of it, and then poured into the box containing the Deep Despair Armor as smoothly as a drop of water merging into a lake.

Afterwards, another mark of an evil god filled with a bloodthirsty aura appeared on the surface of the box, making the emblem composed of multiple marks even more complicated.

Angry boy, you will always become like me...

There was no communication, only a faint laughter coming from the distant hell, but Alvin was very clear about the meaning contained in it, but he just responded with an unruly and disdainful chuckle.

Completely ignoring the evil god's renewed gaze, the black-haired youth unleashed his fists with all his might. Even the ultra-heavy armored battle suit 'Anubis's Fang', which had been strengthened to its upper limit, was forced to enter an armor-exploding state.

The armor plates all over his body exploded with magical light, revealing an activated mithril skeleton that was almost burning and a shining light system behind it that was glowing all over.

Two high-progress bionic mechanical prostheses made using elemental shell combat techniques were reunited and combined into the shape of a steel ring. The power of the boxing configuration turned into an unprecedented storm, resonating back and forth between the mithril skeleton, the light system and Alvin himself.

In just a moment, when the light of the magic shock wave disappeared, another pale light that was even brighter than the previous one rose from the ground, as if a new sun had appeared on the surface of the desert.

The ultimate resonance of the fighting clothes, Ivan used all his strength as a boxer to push the power of the configuration to the limit of the current boxing method -

———Here it comes!!!

Chapter 59: Breaking the Fist of Despair

The Barrier of Despair, an absolutely impenetrable magical barrier.

This is the most powerful defensive method that the wizard kings have demonstrated to the public in the past hundred years.

As long as there is a living person in the city, the energy to maintain this magic barrier will be endless. Although it requires the cost of other people's lives, the Witch King will not hesitate at all.

Yes, these beasts are so cold-blooded, so cruel, and so arrogant that they treat all living beings except themselves as easily replaceable consumables and abuse them at will.

But today, the absolute concept of 'absolute' will be broken, just as the high-pressure rule of the Witch Kings that has lasted for a hundred years is about to usher in its final collapse!

A glowing metal ring floated behind Ivan, and a silver skeleton was attached to him. The originally cold metal was now burning like fire, emitting a dazzling bright white light.

The power of the triple resonance configuration began to gather, so that the black-haired boy's palm, which was originally flesh and blood, began to glow.

The originally pure white dazzling light gradually took on brighter colors.

The tips of the fingers extended outward with a faint red, and the palms were covered in an orange-red color like flames.

The ultimate secret of boxing, the control of force strings, which was originally able to transmit power through the air and even control the kinetic energy and other forces it came into contact with, was sublimated again at this moment.

The force field that cannot be seen by the naked eye begins to rub violently with the space due to the extreme compression and the subsequent reaction force, which ultimately results in a supernatural high-temperature fire that exceeds ordinary flames!

Skin is cracking! Blood is boiling! Muscles are burning!

Even the body of a Titan descendant could hardly withstand this tremendous force. Ivan felt as if he was holding a ball of flame hotter than his own body.

The pain that followed made his mind extremely clear, and his will was more firm and resolute than usual. It was like a steel knife that was extremely sharp and indestructible after being tempered, ready to be wielded to drink the blood of the villain!

Oh----------

Mobilizing all his strength, Alvin roared and clenched his five open fingers little by little at a slow pace.

At this moment, the magic power in the surrounding environment, including the magic power of the earth veins surging underground, were all forcibly mobilized by the Titan descendants with their own strength.

His breathing began to turn the surging air around him into a howling gale, which was a sign that his breathing method had reached its limit and was about to break through it.

The further compressed configuration force caused the sand around Ivan to begin to melt and solidify into glass, and the air affected by the high temperature turned into a whirlwind that soared into the sky.

On the city wall, the Witch King Hopet looked stunned, shocked and puzzled.

When did boxing develop to this level!?!

Those slaves were powerless to resist with their flesh and blood, but when would they be able to do something like this!?!

He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, and he couldn't believe that what he saw was real, a reality that couldn't be shaken. Indistinctly, Hopt felt that the once absolutely impenetrable barrier of despair was no longer so absolute. But soon he became furious.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How could the tyrannical overlord's century-long rule be destroyed by the slaves' boxing skills!

The confused thoughts turned into intense anger. All the living people around the Witch King Hope, regardless of their status, screamed and turned into shriveled corpses. The magic power forcibly converted from their vitality seemed to be real.

This power was poured into the Barrier of Despair, and an astonishingly thick dark red force field was erected between the Witch King and the warriors, through which one could vaguely see the wailing skeleton spirits struggling.

Immediately afterwards, the light around Ivan, which seemed to be stronger than the sun, suddenly disappeared.

Others watched in silence as he slowly raised his right hand. The five fingers that had been open just now were now tightly clenched into a fist. The air around him shook violently, causing the light to refract and twist. This was the effect of the extreme heat.

The next second, the tall, black-haired boy leaned forward, his messy black hair fluttering behind him. In an instant, the originally black hair completely turned into a flaming orange-red, like a knight holding a burning battle flag fluttering in the wind.

The clenched right fist dragged a ray of light in the air, which was a brighter orange-red flame than the white light in front of him that was like the sun.

The force of the configuration that was compressed to the extreme began to break free from its restraints, and rays of light poured out from between the boy's fingers like sharp arrows.

Even if it's just the personal opinion of an outsider, I will break the sky of despair that covers the entire desert!

In the end, this punch containing anger and hope directly hit the barrier of despair.

At the same time, Alvin's thoughts and magic turned into a roar born from his soul.

It was a roar louder than the roars of dragons, giants, and any powerful creatures far beyond the size of mortals.

There was a power flowing out from the young man's soul. At this moment, he felt the power of his soul very clearly. It was an infinite light that was so bright that it seemed to last forever!

On the other side, the barrier of despair hit by this punch also began to change.

At first, there was only an imperceptible crisp sound, and then, huge cracks began to spread rapidly on the magic barrier, just like vines that grew a hundred times faster, covering the entire barrier in an instant.

The ultimate impenetrable barrier?

Why not?

With Ivan pushing the ultimate secret of the Lan Dou Sheng Quan to the limit - the Domination of the String of Force, even the most impenetrable barrier can be penetrated! It can definitely be penetrated! It must be penetrated!

"I do not believe!!!"

The Witch King Hopt let out a scream. The dark red force field barrier in front of him, which was of astonishing thickness, instantly collapsed under the attack of that seemingly ordinary punch, followed by an invisible and unstoppable strong impact.

Even just the aftermath caused the entire wall to begin to crumble. Large chunks of the wall floated up into the sky, defying gravity, breaking into even smaller fragments as they did so, until they were completely reduced to particles as fine as sand.

As for the Witch King himself who faced the impact of this force, although the powerful body of the fourth-level transcendent did not shatter like the tall and solid walls of the city of Shakara, he still couldn't help but fly backwards in a straight line for nearly a hundred meters, until he penetrated the entire city and crashed heavily into the wall on the other side!

Boom-!

With a resounding, muffled sound like a bell, the wall struck by the Witch King caved inward, leaving a crater of incredible diameter. Even with Hopt's immense strength, he was severely wounded by the blow, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The Witch King Hopt had blood in his mouth, his eyes were wide open, veins popped out on his neck, and he looked extremely hideous.

Deep in his heart, something that had been forcibly suppressed began to revive, and the entire earth trembled.

"Even if it means going crazy..."

Hopt, lying in the hollow of the wall, muttered to himself and lowered his head, a shadow covering his distorted face.

"Damn it, you lowly slaves, you forced me to do this..."

"Come out! My beast body!!!"

Chapter 60: The Return of the Golden Knight

Something is coming out!

"Back off!" Brad realized this at the first moment and immediately issued the order subconsciously.

But without him saying anything, the fleet surrounding the city had to retreat because the strong wind blowing from the front forced the wide hull of the sand boat to move backward involuntarily, and even the anchor sunk into the sand could no longer keep it fixed.

Inside the city, countless slaves, a few gladiators, and even desert nobles shuddered in their homes. Avan's sudden attack had completely destroyed the Wall of Despair before it could drain all their vitality. However, the remaining vitality drained from it still left most of the city's residents feeling limp and unable to move.

It looked as though this war would gradually devolve into a fight between just two individuals.

However, even if there are only two participants, this is still not an ordinary battle between a few people, but a major war that can truly determine the future hundred years of rule of the entire large city-state!

As the earth began to tremble, a large army suddenly appeared in the outer areas. Among them were a large number of ogres and barbarian orcs. This riotous army composed of barbaric races surrounded the Freedom Fists fleet from the outside.

The success of the conspiracy and their numerical advantage of twice that of the rebels made them unable to restrain their bloodthirsty and tyrannical expressions, as if they could not wait to taste the blood of the rebel fighters.

Furthermore, while the rebels' composition was more complex than that of the Witch King's army, they were primarily composed of desert humans, dwarves, and a small number of subhuman races. While the vast majority of them were not as physically formidable as the barbaric races, wasn't boxing specifically designed to empower the weak to resist the strong?!

That's right, boxing is the power of resistance. Even if barbaric races such as ogres and orcs are naturally strong, boxing can change all of this.

This is the power that gathers the wisdom of everyone and belongs only to civilization!

"I see. Is this the Witch King Hope's plan? If it weren't for Ivan, another army would have rushed out of the city right now, surrounding and trapping us."

As he spoke, Brad showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, but he did not feel nervous at all.

Obviously, his junior fellow apprentice had anticipated this possibility a long time ago, so he insisted on completing the manufacture of the fighting suit before setting off.

Having completed his own imagination, Brad displayed an exceptionally resolute expression. Beside him stood over a hundred fighters in various uniforms. The next moment, a dazzling light, the power of the boxing formation, began to shimmer and illuminate upon these fighters.

The boxers from different schools of boxing, who are all members of the Fighter Council, have now put their lives at risk. In the eyes of these glorious fighters, the light of hope for freedom flickers, and in their chests, the heart of freedom beats against the tyranny of the Witch King.

"Ha, this is not a one-man war." Brad laughed and clenched his fists.

"Fighters with the same aspirations, let us seize our own freedom!"

Shouts above the howling of the wind rang out from the rebels, and more and more lights of configuration power lit up.

Even though they had no numerical advantage or physical advantage, the rebels still held their weapons tightly, and the Fist of Freedom fighters clenched their fists and formed boxing formations.

To pursue happiness, freedom and a better tomorrow, we cannot just stand still and beg, but we must take steps and fight for it with our own feet and hands!

Immediately afterwards, the battlefield outside the city was filled with the sounds of killing, and earth-shaking changes were also taking place inside the city of Shakara.

The strong earthquake drained the life out of the city's residents, who ignored their physical discomfort and walked out of their houses tremblingly. But before they could think about where to hide, the scene before them shocked everyone.

A crack of astonishing length appeared in the middle of the central street of Shakara City, and its continuously increasing width made the crack look more and more like a canyon.

But what really shocked all the witnesses was some kind of huge monster rising from the canyon.

roar--------!

The sky was filled with strange sounds, like the roar of a lion, the roar of a tiger, and the cry of an eagle and other animals. Even the chaos on the battlefield outside the city was stopped.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely huge beast head emerged from the canyon.

It has three pairs of animal eyes with slender pupils, wide ears, a thick, flexible and very strange nose, and a pair of fangs that are completely white with blood-red ends.

At first glance it looks like an elephant, but a closer look at the monster's head reveals features of many other animals, such as lion mane, tiger stripes, and layers of smooth lizard-like scales.

This strange sense of stitching becomes even stronger when the monster's body also rises from the canyon.

The monster's hair and scales are all dark red and brown-black. Its body is similar to that of a giant elephant standing up. Its thick legs make it heavy enough to stand up. Its forelimbs have evolved into finger-like grasping structures, and its back has two pairs of additional limbs with the appearance of animals and birds.

Unlike ordinary beasts, the monster's long nose, fangs and the palms of its six arms are all burning with eternal flames, making it look like a hideous and ferocious statue of an evil god.

"Tremble under the power of the Fire Demon of Beasts! You untouchables!" Turbid and crazy words came out of the monster's mouth. It was the voice of the Witch King Hopt.

Activating his beast form caused an uncontrollable madness to spread rapidly within him, a contamination from some even more terrifying existence. Even Hopt, a fourth-level transcendent, could not resist its erosion and transformation, and could only allow the violent and uncontrollable killing intent to take over his entire body.

Despite this, its six beast eyes immediately locked onto the tall figure standing in the center of the broken city wall.