Star Forge Titan

Chapter 82: Transaction in a Dream

Horhara, suddenly awakened, looked at the sixth person who should not have existed. It was a strange visitor in a blue robe, an anomaly that did not exist in his memory.

"Who are you?" The First Wizard King's voice was cold and low, as if the accident in the dream had not shaken him at all, at least on the surface.

"Just a nobody of first rank." As he said this, the stranger in a blue robe smiled meaningfully, then bowed humbly.

"Great First Wizard King, brother of the blazing sun, eternal Horhala, your glory is as boundless and dazzling as the blazing sun."

Despite hearing these flattering words, Holhara's expression remained cold. How could an existence that could invade the dream of a fourth-level crowned person be just an unknown person?

Then, he heard the blue-robed stranger speak again:

"My identity is insignificant, and my power is insignificant to the great Witch King." The blue-robed stranger's voice remained humble throughout, but his next words made Horhara raise his brows slightly.

"However, Your Majesty, as the fable says, even a mighty lion sometimes needs a little help from a lowly and dirty mouse."

"Heh." Holhala chuckled coldly without commenting, but he did not interrupt the other party.

“Besides, although I myself am not worthy of being recorded in any book, I have a great master. That master is different from those pseudo-gods who are as silent as stones and have no sense of existence. He knows all the schemes in the world, whispers under the cover of his wings, and weaves a grand plan that is above all the schemes in the world. He is a true god.” The blue-robed stranger’s tone suddenly became excited, and his expression revealed a bit of fanaticism.

"If I could spare you a few minutes, I could give you a detailed introduction to the Lord of Conspiracy, the Lord of Change..."

"So that's how it is. You are a follower of the evil demons from outside the realm." Holhara was not moved at all and directly interrupted the blue-robed stranger.

Although the words spoken by the other party were suspected of insulting his great master, the smile on the blue-robed stranger's face did not change at all, because he did not care, and his master did not care even more. So, the stranger stopped talking and moving, quietly waiting for the Witch King to make a decision.

It is more difficult for people to conceal their emotions in dreams than in normal circumstances.

He had already seen that the other party was far from being as indifferent as he appeared to be.

Therefore, even if it is the Witch King, as long as the other party reveals a little crack in his heart, he, as a smooth talker, can use words as a medium to silently convey the chaos pollution to the other party, thereby exerting the influence he wants to achieve the goal of changing the other party's inclination and decision.

The so-called silver-tongued person is such a being, a special extraordinary person who has sacrificed most of his frontal combat capabilities and only appears to be eloquent.

They often sign a contract with the demon of the same name in the deep hell, gaining special talents driven by the evil power of chaos from the demon. Traditional weapons and equipment are meaningless to these people, and those charm spells that can be cast silently are their favorite.

At this moment, the blue-robed stranger was using a special equipment that could intervene in the dreams of others.

In fact, his original partner was the Third Wizard King. Although the two sides were wary of each other and even held each other back, they generally cooperated well.

The evil group that believed in the Lord of Conspiracy gradually grew stronger in the city of Fayum, and the Third Witch King successfully stabilized his mental state with the help of a special secret method provided by them. Even the price of using the secret method was successfully passed on to other halflings.

However, the sudden attack of the First Witch King disrupted everything. Even high-ranking Chaos believers like the Blue Robe Stranger were able to survive the aftermath of the battle between the two Witch Kings only by relying on the divination and predictions that the Lord of Conspiracy's believers were most proficient in.

But this person quickly realized that behind this sudden disaster there might also be huge opportunities.

So, without hesitation, he overloaded the rare magical artifact that could interfere with dreams, at the cost of destroying the object itself, and then obtained a portion of the chaotic evil power from the devil through a sacrificial ceremony, and finally successfully entered the dream of a witch king, a fourth-level crowned one.

However, the First Wizard King, Horhara, didn't seem to care much about his proposal.

Completely ignoring the intruder who was chattering nonsense, Holhara woke up from his dream and looked up at the desert breeze blowing around him.

He could feel the sweat pouring down his forehead and back, and from time to time he could hear the crackling of the campfire and the familiar yet unfamiliar chatter and laughter of his companions. This was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a hundred years, and perhaps one of the reasons why Horhara didn't wake up immediately from the dream.

But there was still no change in the expression on the face of this powerful First Wizard King.

Horhara looked down at his right hand, where calluses were found from years of holding the sword, and his nails were trimmed neatly to avoid unnecessary interference when using the sword.

He still remembered how he often forgot to trim his nails a hundred years ago. But after meeting a certain elven wizard, he showed no tolerance for this situation due to his mysophobia. As they got to know each other better, the wizard even took his hand and helped him trim his nails himself.

The faint scent of fresh plants wafted through my nose, like the delicate aroma that fills the air in early spring after a gardener has finished tending a garden. It might not be particularly sweet, but it brought a deep sense of peace and comfort.

"..." A familiar yet unfamiliar name swirled in my mind, yet I couldn't quite pronounce it. It was as if my memory had become an ancient book, gnawed by termites for years, now irreparably damaged.

What on earth was that name?

What is my name?

Horhara...

Yes, my name is Holhalla.

The brother of the scorching sun in the sky, the strongest overlord of the desert, the wingless dragon, the first wizard king - Horhara!

The skin of the once fair and slender palm was suddenly torn apart by the scales that pierced from the inside, and the hand that originally belonged to the swordsman instantly turned into a hideous and terrifying claw covered with cold scales.

The next second, the blue-robed stranger's chest was pierced by the sharp claw.

"Deal done." Faced with the other party's astonishment, Horhara said frankly:

"Lord of Conspiracy, I accept your gift."

Chapter 83 Meddling Fist

Using dreams as a medium, a force is spreading.

The astonishment on the dead blue-robed stranger's face gradually changed, and a strange and twisted smile became more and more obvious.

That smile was so terrifying that it actually tore the corner of the blue-robed stranger's mouth apart. Vivid red blood immediately gushed out, staining his already pale skin a similar crimson. The ever-lengthening corner of his mouth caused his other facial features to be squeezed and deformed by the seemingly endlessly expanding smile, as if the entire face was left with only the smile itself.

"Deal done. Please present our lord with your finest comedy." The blue-robed stranger's voice became layered, as if two different beings were speaking from the same mouth. The overlapping voices were like echoes, the aftermath spreading and transmitting until it became a piercing buzzing sound whose specific sound was indistinguishable.

"Even the Witch King is nothing more than a clown on the stage to them?" Horhara's voice was extremely cold, and the roar of the beast in his heart that had never stopped became particularly strong at this moment. The roar was filled with anger and pure greed, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

The next second, the pitch-black dragon lying on the ruins of the palace in reality slowly opened its eyes. Under it was a huge skeleton that had been completely eaten away. Some of the characteristics of the beast could be vaguely seen, but there was undoubtedly no trace of life on it.

Crushing the skeleton casually, the dragon's blood-red eyes looked at the huge glass hourglass held down by his hand, which was filled with multi-faceted crystals emitting five-colored fantasy light.

Huni Daman, this guy's Heavenly Hourglass has far more reserves than that stupid woman...

That's why Fayoum is called the Dry City...

Although thinking of his former best friend and the woman closest to him, Holhara, who had transformed into a wingless dragon, did not feel any ripples in his heart, as if they were just two ordinary strangers who had nothing to do with him.

The pitch-black wingless dragon slowly raised its head, and sand and gravel slid down its scales, which were shining with a cold metallic luster, like water flowing down the armor of a battleship.

Then, it opened its bloody mouth full of sharp fangs and took a deep breath towards the huge hourglass made of glass.

The air quickly flowed into the wingless dragon's bottomless mouth, and the sound it made was like a strong wind blowing into a cave full of conical stalactites, sharp and piercing.

In an instant, the multi-faceted crystals in the hourglass of heaven that were shining with five-colored phantom light immediately turned into sand and shattered. A huge vitality was extracted from them and then was all sucked into the mouth of the wingless dragon.

At the same time, in the ruins of the city of Faiyum, which was ruled by the third Witch-King Hunidaman, the survivors who had managed to escape the previous Witch-King War were horrified to find that their bodies were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wailing sounds rang out one after another, and the city, which had just regained some vitality, instantly turned into hell.

The residents of Faiyum fell to the ground one after another. They originally thought that they would continue to be ruled and managed by another Witch King. Although such a life would be difficult, it was not unacceptable.

After all, the Witch King's century-plus rule had numbed many, yet even the most numbed could not help but wail in agony. Those already emaciated bodies melted away like snow under the scorching sun. Mothers clutched their children, husbands embraced their wives, until they were reduced to unrecognizable, dried corpses, lying silently in the dry sand.

For a few brief seconds, the entire city of Fayoum fell into a grave-like silence. Only the wind blowing through the wreckage of the buildings made a humming sound, like the final cry of the dead soul.

The tragedy that has lasted for a hundred years in the Silent Desert continues without end and is even getting worse.

Then, the silence, even more silent than the night, was broken by a roar of indignation.

The young man's loud voice exploded in the sky, followed by a powerful vibration like a meteorite breaking through the atmosphere.

"Are you here? Reckless challenger." The corners of the wingless dragon's mouth rose unconsciously. Although he had a ferocious appearance similar to that of a lizard or a dragon, his expression seemed to be smiling, like a human with a hideous sneer.

However, this dragon was pitch black with blood-red eyes, and its scales reflected a bright metallic luster. No matter who saw it, they would feel that this monster was in great condition at the moment, just like a beast that had just had a full meal, with bloodstains from the previous victim still on the corners of its mouth.

But soon, the wingless dragon transformed by the First Wizard King Horhara showed a look of astonishment.

A meteor with a fiery red light streaked towards them from afar. Even though no one had arrived yet, the air was already filled with a rumbling sound like thunder.

Even more direct than the sound was the overwhelming and powerful magical pressure that seemed tangible.

An invisible force instantly enveloped the entire ruins of the city. The already dilapidated ruins of the buildings began to collapse in large areas. However, in this exaggerated scene that seemed like a landslide, not even the tiniest grain of sand could be raised.

Alvin didn't know why he was so angry. They were obviously people he didn't know, and their death wouldn't make him feel very sad. But when he saw from afar that the First Wizard King was absorbing the lives of everyone in the city like drinking water, an inexplicable rage surged up uncontrollably.

Indeed, maybe it’s just my self-satisfaction with being assertive, or even that I’m meddling in other people’s business, but it’s absolutely wrong to let people be slaughtered like animals!

Even if their identities are different, even if they live in different eras, even if they are not in the same world, no one with a conscience would want to see such a scene.

The First Sorcerer-King took lives as casually as if opening a can, never knowing who his victims were, nor caring what they were.

But those innocent people who died were not unconscious stones. Even if they were as humble as slaves, they still had families and friends. They would love their families and help their friends.

Those are not ordinary marks on the dashboard that symbolize fuel reserves, but living people with their own lives, thoughts, emotions and love!

These people and whatever possibilities they once possessed were completely wiped out by the cold plunder of one man, a tyrant. There was no future, no hope, only cold death.

Ivan once thought about using force to change things that he thought were wrong. Would this behavior ultimately lead to another more powerful violence?

So, can possessing greater power really make the world around us a better place?

Now he still cannot give an answer to this question.

But one thing is certain.

Even if I eventually become something more powerful and violent, or even become another demon king that needs to be defeated by the hero.

But now, at least I can clench my fist and hit that bastard hard!

"What do you think of human life!" Alvin roared and clenched his fists, and the Mountain King he was riding also let out a loud neigh.

Magic power was boiling in every cell, and roaring in every muscle. The violently swirling raw magic power was flowing rapidly through the body, and the free magic power in the surrounding environment also turned into star-like light particles, flying towards the increasingly tall and majestic body of the Titan descendant.

Then, the power of the soul was activated, the sky trembled at this moment, and the golden light even overshadowed the sun for a while!

This punch is called the Magic Power Meddling Punch!!!

Chapter 84: Dragon Fights Meteor

A few minutes ago, the Black Horse Mountain King, which showed its prototype of the shell species, relied on its engine propulsion and streaked across the blue sky of the silent desert like a meteor.

At this moment, the Mountain King no longer looked like an ordinary horse. Its overall height exceeded ten meters, and it looked like a beast-shaped chariot. Its shell, which replaced flesh and bones with machinery and steel, possessed powerful abilities far beyond those of a mortal body.

Black, high-angle, streamlined armor covered its entire body. The gaps between the armor opened and closed with each breath, occasionally flashing a faint blue light. Behind its powerful neck, a flame-colored horsehair, like a holographic projection, swirled, accompanied by arcs of lightning. From behind its multi-jointed, flexible limbs, stacked vector thrusters tumbled and unfolded directly from within. The conical nozzles constantly emitted a bright, dazzling blue flame, as if it were treading on blazing fire and lightning.

But then again, this bad-tempered fellow has little to do with an 'ordinary horse' except for his appearance. It cannot be said that he is completely different from an ordinary horse, but it can only be said that he is not similar at all.

At such a fast speed, the strong wind blowing in the face seemed to be real.

But for Alvin, who possessed a perfect physique and a wealth of defensive talents, the actual perceived strength was at best slightly worse than the first setting of an electric fan. It was simply a gentle 'breeze' that made one want to yawn. An overly peaceful journey always made one start to think about random things.

Looking at the cloudless blue sky, Alvin couldn't help but recall the icy blue snowfield he saw when he first came to this world.

Back then, despite his robust health, he felt a conflicted sense of familiarity yet unfamiliarity with the world. More than anything, he felt a sense of uncertainty and fear about the future. With a mortal heart and a mortal body, even a blizzard could extinguish his then-weak flame of life.

But people's opportunities are often very different from what they initially expected. Even after experiencing the incredible miracle of traveling through the world, Alvin never thought that he would have such powerful power.

With the genetic memes from the Titans, the foresight brought by the experience in the virtual world, and a little personal effort, the individual named Ivan Elian now has the strength to rank among the top leading group in the entire material world, and also has the excellent potential to reach the pinnacle of the material world - the fifth-level perfector.

However, after witnessing what the Witch King did to the Silent Desert, Ivan, who was still a teenager even after two lives, couldn't help but have doubts.

The Witch King relied on violence that surpassed that of the common people to establish a horrific and bloody slavery. If he simply destroyed it with even more powerful violence, could he guarantee a better future for this area?

Suddenly, without warning, Alvin let out a chuckle.

I was actually thinking about this question...

If it were the me before traveling through time, who had suffered some setbacks and thought that the darkness of society could not be changed, so I hid in a small building and chose to lie down completely, I probably could never have imagined that I would have such a fantastic encounter today.

The memories of his past life were fleeting. To be honest, if he put himself in the position of the Witch King, Alvin felt that he would never be able to adapt to such a life, even if he had great power, even if he could do whatever he wanted, even if he could become a vested interest of such rules.

Ivan didn't know what others thought, but in his personal opinion, it was like forcing himself to wear expensive but ill-fitting shoes. No matter how priceless the shoes themselves were, their status in his heart would not be much higher than garbage.

Because, it makes me uncomfortable!

An almost willful yet extremely refreshing idea naturally emerged.

This made Alvin feel relaxed, and then he felt his thoughts were particularly clear.

As a person with useful power, I can become a being with greater violence, but I cannot just be a being with greater violence.

Although this answer still cannot guarantee a better future for the Silent Desert or the entire world, it is enough for now as long as it can achieve this.

With such a relaxed attitude, the speeding Mountain King gradually approached the location of Fayoum City marked on the map. Before entering the city's outskirts, Ivan felt a strong surge of magical energy.

That sticky and turbid wave contained endless greed and tyranny, as if everything in the world was supposed to belong to him.

Where are you from, Fat Tiger?

No, Ivan shook his head with an angry laugh. This was even more excessive than that childish arrogance.

Immediately afterwards, the number of lives within the perception range began to drop sharply, which made Alvin immediately alert.

Then, he saw the First Sorcerer King, Horhara, take a deep breath towards the city, which had been largely destroyed. Death then transformed into an invisible, long wind, swiftly and pervasively blowing across the entire city, extinguishing all the weak candles.