Star Forge Titan

Even when the shaking was most violent just now, the old bishop did not let go of the battle axe in his other hand.

Alvin didn't feel anything about this undisguised defense. Most of the time, he believed that behaving openly and honestly was better and more acceptable than being sneaky.

After the altitude was increased, the flying beast's movements were no longer so shaky, and it finally entered a stable flight stage.

Through the side porthole, Alvin looked down outside. Unlike the ground scene he saw when he was on a plane in his previous life, there was not much light in the city of Evanmore, which had not yet undergone changes. Only in the upper city where the nobles lived in the distance could the light of the magic lamps be vaguely seen.

As for the large lower city area where civilians live, apart from the street lamps burning whale oil on both sides of the street, it is difficult to find more lights to illuminate the night when looking down from the sky.

The brightest light in the city comes from a watchtower in the center of the Iron Palace.

The palace where the royal family lived, including the connected Schönbrunn Palace, was as dark as the lower town. However, at the top of the watchtower, there was a huge concave bronze mirror that could refract and focus the light from the large magic lamp in front to a very far distance.

It was like an eye hanging high in the sky, always overlooking Evanmore, sharing its warm and concentrated light with everyone in the city.

"Well, isn't the view in the sky surprising?" Patrick asked with a smile, stroking his beard.

Looking at the almost pitch-black lower town, the upper town that resembled the night scene of a city in the previous life, and the royal palace that was also pitch black with only the lighthouse shining.

"Indeed, you can see more from this angle." Ivan said meaningfully:

"Interesting young man, I'm increasingly looking forward to the moment when we can drink strong liquor together." Patrick laughed, revealing his neat white teeth.

Propelled by animal-powered propellers, the Alvos flying beast quickly dragged the pod to the Storm Temple.

This temple dedicated to the great god Odin has a somewhat strange appearance. The whole building exudes a simple yet somewhat primitive and wild atmosphere. The outer walls bend from both sides to the center to form a dome-like structure, which looks like a large ship upside down on the ground.

"Welcome to the Temple of Storms." Patrik pushed open the door of the temple entrance, which looked like an enlarged hatch.

Entering the temple, there are two rows of thick candles made of whale oil. These candles are brighter than ordinary magic lamps and can burn all night without going out.

The port cities on the west side of Elrond would regularly send large fleets to the open sea to hunt those huge marine creatures, and use their fat to make these candles and sell them throughout the country.

The moment Alvin walked into the temple, he felt someone's gaze cast upon him.

Looking up, I saw an open triptych altarpiece placed near the entrance.

This is a large painting on three connected wooden panels with two wings that can fold inward. It is often used to depict a series of religious stories or legends.

In the triptych placed at the door, the background is the magnificent Valhalla.

The panels on both sides depict the heroic warriors gathered in the palace and the Valkyries, the female warriors who symbolize Odin's messengers.

The former is selected by the latter from the brave warriors who died on the battlefield. After being led into Odin's palace, he will transform into a heroic spirit and be ready to fight against the legendary Ragnarok that will destroy everything.

The main painting in the center depicts the great god Odin sitting on the throne in the center of the palace.

He looks like an old warrior wearing a winged golden helmet, one eye is covered by a black eye patch, and he holds the ancient-looking magic spear Gungnir in his hand.

The handle of this weapon is made of branches of the World Tree, and the tip of the spear sparkles with star-like light. When it streaks across the sky, it is like a falling meteor, extremely dazzling, so it is also called the Meteor Spear.

In the painting, Odin looks down at every worshipper who enters the temple, and the light of his spear Gungnir also illuminates every worshipper.

"How is it?" Bishop Patrick's voice came from the side, waking up Ivan who was immersed in the huge painting.

"It's an amazing work of art, but I just think it looks good and I can't tell what exactly makes it so great." The black-haired boy said very honestly.

"To regard the altarpiece as a work of art... Ha, I rarely hear such an evaluation." The bishop smiled, shook his head, and nodded, not knowing what he wanted to express specifically.

Then he waved his hand, and a female warrior in light armor brought a golden cup filled with mead.

There are no dedicated paladins or paladins in the Temple of the Storm, as every cleric and nun is also a warrior.

They constantly hone their skills, hoping that after going through all the trials of the human world, they can become a heroic warrior and contribute an insignificant but real force to reverse the twilight of the gods.

"Try it. This comes from the same cellar as the mead offered to the gods." Patrick took the golden cup and handed it to Ivan and said in a deep voice.

The offerings in the Temple of Storms are not exaggerated. Apart from the lives of enemies, the most common offering is mead. Legend has it that it is the sweet wine that gods and heroes drink together when they make a contract, so it has sacred significance.

Ivan raised his eyebrows and looked at the amber liquid in the cup that was sparkling with a faint golden light with a thoughtful look.

The atmosphere in the temple was a little solemn for a moment. The light from the whale oil candles reflected on the metal armor, creating wisps of fragmented light, and the shadows were hazy and seemed like an unreal dream.

The mead swaying slightly in the golden cup exuded a sweet aroma.

Alvin could feel a sacred power lurking in it, just like the golden light contained in the amber wine.

When his lips touched the golden cup, he felt not the coldness of the metal, but a faint warmth, just like the back of a girl's hand, smooth yet warm.

Then, he felt a sweet and sour taste on the tip of his tongue. It was a unique taste produced by the mixture of alcohol and various other aromas. Alvin didn't know how to describe this taste for a moment. He just felt that it was not delicious, not as good as a bottle of iced happy water.

But then, he felt the primitive magic power in his body like a lion that suddenly woke up, roaring and washing through his bones, muscles, blood and even soul.

The triptych I just saw came to my mind, but the Valhalla in the painting had an extremely strong sense of reality, as if it was not a painting on a wooden board, but a huge palace complex that really existed in front of me!

Alvin found that the old man sitting on the throne and wearing a golden winged helmet was looking at him quietly.

There was an inexplicable look of nostalgia on the other person's face, and then he let out an almost inaudible sigh. Then, the old man gently paused the magic spear Gungnir in his hand, and a buzzing sound of metallic vibration came from his ears.

The next moment, the tall boy's black hair moved without wind, rising slightly like a flag.

The powerful pressure generated by the original magic power poured out in all directions like a tide without reservation, turning into an invisible pressure that forced the armed priests and nuns to collectively take several steps back.

The silver box that sealed the cultist's head began to melt from the inside, and the ashes that drifted out indicated that the head had been completely reduced to ashes.

But it didn't matter anymore. Expressions of astonishment appeared on the faces of everyone, including Bishop Patrick.

They saw the black-haired boy's raised face, with a pair of eyes shining like molten gold, staring indifferently at anyone who dared to look at him!

This is a gift from God!

Chapter 51: Falcon Eyes

Bishop Patrick's first reaction was, did the young man sacrifice the head of a great demon?

When offering sacrifices to the righteous gods, what is obtained is generally the pure materials left after the sacrifices are purified, or directly special materials from the upper planes.

Priests and mages came up with an explanation after communicating with the Celestials who were occasionally summoned to the material world.

It is said that in the upper plane there is a complete operating system involving a large number of celestial beings and positive energy spirit creatures that is dedicated to serving the gods. The gods themselves provide divine power for this but do not need to do it personally every time a sacrifice is made.

Therefore, after the years of silence, although the gods have reduced their activity, the temple's reward system continues to operate normally.

Of course, compared to ordinary sacrifices, only sacrifices that truly represent great honor can receive direct blessings from the gods.

The sacrifices that can be used to obtain kill rewards are either the corpses of Chaos enemies, or the fragments of lost artifacts or well-preserved relics of ultra-ancient civilizations.

"This..." Bishop Patrick was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly towards the triptych altar painting.

The gods possess foresight beyond that of mortals. Now they may not be able to understand why the young man in front of them has received the gift from the great god Odin, but they believe that as time goes by, the truth of the matter will naturally be revealed.

Similar situations have occurred several times over the past thousands of years.

The entire process of those events is fully recorded in the documents inside the temple.

Coincidentally, everyone who received God's blessing, although they may have been insignificant at the time or even just did some insignificant things.

But in some major events that follow, either that insignificant little thing is actually the key, or he himself will play an indispensable role.

In a sense, those gifts are like a deposit paid in advance, making people envious but also a little wary of them.

Alvin also knew this. Looking at the completely gray head of the Undead Cult believer, he seemed to understand what the furry lover wanted to express.

Ah, is this the player's fate? Even after traveling through time, they have to serve as tools for the quest issuer...

Although he thought so, he couldn't help but smile. After all, that was what he had originally intended to do.

After recognizing his inner thoughts, Alvin no longer bothered about such insignificant fame and fortune. He just wanted to do what he thought was right and implement this idea thoroughly without any escape!

The boy closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the pair of golden pupils that shone like molten gold did not disappear.

It just no longer sparkles like that, like gold that is gradually cooling and solidifying, with a hint of the cold inorganic texture of metal, while deep inside it is still roiling with hot energy like the core of a planet.

An additional talent has been added to the attribute panel - [Eagle Eye of Vidoflnir].

Veerf?lnir, which means 'withering wind' in ancient language, is a falcon that lives on the top of the world tree. Its eyes can see through the smallest dust in the world, and it also watches everything in the world with sharp eyes.

Infused with divine power, these eyes can penetrate magical illusions and capture the swiftest arrows. Even high-speed bullets cannot escape their gaze.

When the evil demon is stared at by these golden eagle eyes, burning pain will befall its body, leaving it nowhere to hide.

Moreover, the power contained therein is waiting to be further stimulated.

Now Alvin only felt that everything in front of him instantly changed from 480 to 4K quality.

The eyesight that had been strengthened by the magic ritual was further improved. Although it was not suitable to open the system panel for a closer look now, I believed that even the perception attribute had been further improved.

"It seems that I don't need to say anything more." The young man with black hair and golden eyes looked at the fully armed priests and nuns beside him with a peaceful smile on his face.

"As evidenced by Gungnir's spear, you have been recognized as the third covenanter in a hundred years." Bishop Patrick said solemnly.

"Obviously, this is also a warning from our God to Evanmore. If the cultists really wanted to sacrifice the entire city, such a crazy and terrifying conspiracy would never be thwarted so easily."

"Well, in addition to the believer I killed, there are other people from the Undead Sect hiding in this city. That person should just be a bait that appears to attract attention. This concerns the safety of hundreds of thousands of Evanmore residents. I hope the temple can join forces with the royal family to wipe out these evil people." Alvin said very sincerely.

He did not directly talk about the internal affairs of the Undead Cult. On the one hand, it was not the right situation now, and on the other hand, he was worried that the other party would become desperate and do something terrible if forced into a corner.

To kill a mad dog, you must first ensure your own safety.

"I have no choice but to go to Schönbrunn Palace to meet His Majesty the Demon King." Bishop Patrick nodded solemnly.

The two were about to go out when they heard the call of the nun dressed as a female warrior from behind.

"grown ups!"

"Sister Jessica, let's talk about it later." Patrick looked a little anxious.

"Your Excellency, you are not wearing any clothes." The nun calmly pointed at the Archbishop of Storm Temple who casually draped his coat and bearskin cloak over his shoulders.

“…” Patrick was speechless for a moment.

Then, the white-haired archbishop silently put on his priest robes and got into the carriage without saying a word.

Alvin looked at the nun. There was no change in her expression, but there was a helpless look in her eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work." After saying that, he heard Bishop Patrick's voice coming from the carriage.

"Young man, don't waste time! We have to get going!"

"Okay, I'll be right there." Shrugging his shoulders, Alvin also jumped into the carriage.

Then, pulled by two six-legged cold-blooded horses of Avonmore, the carriage quickly drove towards Schönbrunn Palace.

On the way to the palace, Alvin chatted with Bishop Patrick and found that in addition to being proficient in theology, he was also an experienced veteran in combat.

When he was young, he could even curse at warriors of different races in twelve languages ​​to gain the upper hand in battle.

Of course, the aging Bishop Patrick rarely encounters powerful enemies who require him to use this trick...

Through communicating with the bishop, Alvin discovered some of his omissions and gained a lot of knowledge. The whole conversation was comparable to a high-level practical training.

At the same time, he also realized something strange.

In the previous battle with the fallen druid Willow Dishia, Ivan was trapped in the memory of the past because of the Fear Fen cast by the opponent's initial liberation of soul power.

Thinking about it now, he was shocked to find that among the many memories about Palladio, the various tasks, plots, myths and legends and other knowledge information were very clear.

However, the memories and insights about using the power of extraordinary people are only the clearest when they were at a low level, and can also be directly applied to the real Palladio.

But the further he went, the more murky it became. It wasn't that he had forgotten, for he could clearly recall every detail, but overall, there was a strange feeling that it was impossible to distinguish or understand.

It's like the moon reflected in the water. Although it looks like you can pick it up with your hand, you can actually not touch it directly.

Only with the external influence of Fear Finn did Alvin recall some of his insights into high-level supernatural powers.

It was precisely because of those insights that he was able to display a power beyond his current level in his final sword strike.

why is that?

If it is because of the difference between games and reality, then why can the knowledge and insights at the low level be directly applied, while the high-level part is hazy and has an indescribable sense of strangeness.

With such doubts, the carriage slowly drove into Schönbrunn Palace.

Chapter 52: The Limits of Mortals

When the Storm Temple's carriage drove into Schönbrunn Palace.

Not long after, the palace, which was originally pitch black with only sporadic lights, suddenly became brightly lit like a giant dragon waking up.

The black night sky was illuminated. At first, people were still sleeping soundly, but soon they were awakened by the sound of dense horse hooves.

As men, women, commoners, and nobles put on their clothes and asked what was going on.

Through the window, they saw the silver knights riding six-legged cold-blooded horses rushing out of the palace fully armed.