Star Forge Titan

Although there are certain differences in appearance, the insect beasts controlled by the First Witch King are definitely closely related to the land-warfare insects created by the ancient Giant Kingdom, at least at the level of direct relatives.

However, compared to the land-warrior worms that have been constantly purifying themselves from the pure-color poison pollution in the body of the Sandworm King over thousands of years, the appearance of these worm beasts that have emerged from the sand is even more distorted. They have completely lost the mechanical beauty that the shell species should have, and their entire bodies appear to be morbidly twisted with flesh and blood.

Some of them even violate the basic structure of insect bilateral symmetry, showing errors such as three legs on the left and six legs on the right. There are even bright red flesh and blood tissues that wriggle and overflow from the gaps in the exoskeleton and spread to the surface, which is really unbearable to look at.

Alvin had a vague intuitive understanding in his heart that if these things were allowed to spread everywhere, it would inevitably cause unimaginable serious consequences. The adverse impact on the overall ecological environment in the region would be no less than if the Witch King's tyranny continued for ten years.

Therefore, even though there was a huge life force in his perception range that was rapidly moving away, Ivan did not immediately run to chase it. Instead, he took great pains to control all the insect beasts left by the First Witch King.

He used his magic power to release an energy-saving version of the white lightsaber of destruction. The pure white magic beam with an exaggerated diameter was like a paintbrush in the hands of a giant, sweeping back and forth across the land covered with yellow sand, burning the insects below into handfuls of ashes, leaving only twisted metal skeletons like bones remaining on the scorching earth.

While ensuring that no trace of these severely distorted demonic creatures would remain, Alvin also began to think about the deeper meaning behind this matter.

The Sorcerer King's distortion, aside from his own personal reasons, was undoubtedly linked to the Pure Color Poison, as evidenced by these severely distorted insect-beasts. The captured Zerg Queen likely, or rather, must have fallen into Horhara's hands, allowing the First Sorcerer King to mass-produce such bizarre and powerful insect-beasts.

Furthermore, by this point, he could see that the First Sorcerer King, Horhara, had prepared for this king-to-king duel long before initiating it. His opponent's strategy was far more decisive than that of ordinary humans, even transcendent beings. Even knowing he held the remaining fragments of the Gaia Disc, he chose to retreat without hesitation.

You know, hiding the massive body of Horhara is no easy task. Even if one uses magic to submerge it into the earth, it would require a complex ritual to be completed long in advance, and it would need to be repeated regularly to ensure continuity.

Now, what made Ivan's face show a look of deep thought was why the First Wizard King chose to retreat so decisively in front of him.

Although he had gained the upper hand in their initial surprise attack, relying on the Heavenly Fist's ability to detect flaws, it was no easy task for two superior transcendents to determine victory. Simply put, even the most destructive moves needed to land, and powerful superior transcendents possessed a wealth of methods far superior to those of lower-level transcendents for dodging or slowing down enemy attacks.

The strength of a fourth-order transcendent, especially one with weapons that match his or her own strength, is roughly equivalent to an entire aircraft carrier battle group in the previous life, and even surpasses it in terms of mobility.

Transcendents who reached this level, barring any unforeseen circumstances, had virtually no significant weaknesses in any area. Relying solely on simple physical strength, they could inflict widespread casualties on ordinary people, even those of lower-rank Transcendents.

Taking Ivan himself as an example, although he is still only at the third level and has not yet awakened his complete soul power, the influence of super-promotion and Titan genetic factors has allowed this third level to be comparable to or even surpass ordinary fourth levels in many aspects, including physical fitness.

If he were to pass at cruising speed from a high altitude, the air vibrations he created would be deafening and even choking for those on the ground. Jokingly, in modern society before the time travel, the moment Alvin passed a hundred meters in the air, every car parked in the parking lot would sound a blaring alarm due to the vibrations.

The power of the superior transcendents is so exaggerated to an unreasonable degree, and the level of combat power they are targeting is far beyond individual weapons such as pistols, rifles, and even rocket launchers. Only main battle tanks, fourth-generation fighter jets, and even fully armed and armored new warships can match them.

Therefore, even if he was promoted to the fully magic-powered humanoid self-propelled battleship Aven equipped with large-caliber main guns, he would not be so arrogant as to think that the First Wizard King who had ruled the Silent Desert for a hundred years would be defeated by his punch.

So decisive, so resolute, the First Wizard King Horhara may have achieved some important goals, so he is unwilling to have a sudden encounter with himself here.

So, what did Horhara gain by risking his life and death with another Witch King?

It only took a second for the answer to come to mind.

Gaia disc fragments!

Chapter 87 Broken Bones Replaced by Steel

If a teacup placed neatly on the table falls to the ground inexplicably, it means that there must be some reason that caused this to happen, such as a kitten licking its pink paws innocently next to it.

The reason why the First Wizard King, Horhara, showed such low fighting spirit and had no intention of getting entangled with Ivan was that there must be a reason that prompted him to make this decision.

Considering that the Third Witch King was killed by him, the reason was not the alliance. Almost no residents of the entire city survived, and the reason was obviously not for population or finance.

In contrast, the fragment of the Gaia Disc held by the Third Sorcerer King, Hunidaman, disappeared after the war. At least, Ivan didn't sense any magical fluctuations or anything else related to it in the ruins. With this fact, Horhara's true purpose was clearly written down on paper, leaving no room for doubt.

He came here just for the Gaia Disc fragments. Whether it was killing the Third Sorcerer King or destroying the entire city, it was just a "trivial matter" to achieve this goal.

Holhala's face remained expressionless as he gazed at the two fragments, interlocking and joined together, ablaze with magical light in his palm. The magical light illuminated his face, hidden beneath the hood of his large black robe. His face, covered in dense scales on both cheeks, was stretched and deformed, a grotesque hybrid of a lizard and a human.

Even the pupils of his eyes had become elongated, like those of a wild beast, and the whites of his eyes exuded an animalistic yellow-brown color.

"Finally... I finally got the map to Abyss." Even though there were only two fragments, Horhara couldn't help but whisper this.

Two unfamiliar landmarks naturally emerged in his mind, establishing a thin line on the map. Normally, this wouldn't confirm the true destination, but Horhara had nearly visited that miraculous ruin six months prior, giving him an advantage over other ruin seekers. With this limited information, he could deduce the approximate location of the ruins.

Next, as long as we launch a saturation investigation at any cost, we can finally determine the exact location of the ruins, or more accurately, the entrance to the ruins.

This time I will definitely be able to gain true absolute power!

Having made up his mind secretly, Holhara looked up at the canyon in front of him which was filled with loud rumbling sounds.

As a sandy land, the Silent Desert has almost no terrain such as mountains and canyons, but the dried-up ancient river channel itself is a crack in the earth that is deeper than many canyons.

At that moment, the accidentally injured Witch King's beastly form lay crouched within. The horrific wound on his back hadn't healed, and his broken spine was a major headache. Dark, sticky blood, like melted asphalt, continuously flowed across his scales, staining the surrounding ground with the same deep hue.

But the source of the roar that filled this river or 'canyon' was not the First Witch King, but the countless slaves in shackles, the hammers and other tools in their hands, and the blazing metal furnaces that burned day and night.

It was well known that the iron tax, initiated by the First Sorcerer King, had made it difficult to find many metal weapons throughout the Silent Desert. But where would the existing metal weapons be stored or destroyed after being confiscated?

The Witch King's army only needed a small part of it, and the remaining large amount of loot must have another journey of their own.

The answer is here, an unnamed canyon far away from all city-states but inhabited by a large number of slaves.

Tons upon tons of steel weapons were randomly piled up into small hills covered with rust. For the silent desert that had not yet been industrialized, this amount was the result of hundreds of years of accumulation. It was impossible to collect so many metal artifacts in a short period of time.

But here, so many iron weapons were ruthlessly melted down, and then forged into large pieces of armor by enslaved blacksmiths and ordinary slaves. The armor was so huge that it could obviously only be used on heavy units such as warships or even fortresses.

In addition, such exaggerated and heavy armor would certainly consume a lot of metal, but this was not the real purpose of the First Witch King.

Deep in the canyon, lives a group of technicians who were either hired with high salaries or coerced by the Witch King. They master technologies that have never been seen in this desert, magical mechanical engineering from a distant country!

God knows how much the First Sorcerer King paid for this, or what kind of forces he united to gather such a group of technicians mastering the most basic magical engineering in the silent desert of Linde, far away from the Central Empire. You know, the Second Sorcerer King, who had the same idea, even recruited a well-connected wealthy businessman to work for him, but he only managed to get a prototype of the magical engine, and that was a civilian version.

I didn't expect that this weapon, which had never been used in the battles with other wizard kings, would be forced to be used because of a stranger of unknown origin. It is really ironic.

Holhala shook his head slightly. Although he was filled with emotion in his heart, his expression did not waver at all.

He raised his hand and used magic to drag a kneeling Barbarian Orc in the distance to his front. This was the largest slave race in the entire canyon. Amidst the tense atmosphere of his subordinates, who were about to piss themselves, the First Witch King slowly spoke:

"Start getting dressed."

"But, but, my respected master." The barbarian orc hung in the air with difficulty. He felt as if an invisible big hand was tightly gripping his throat. Although he could still breathe, he still felt his eyes getting dark.

"Your armor is not yet completely finished. Please be more tolerant, please be more merciful, please give us some more time." Although he has a strong body and a simple mind, this barbarian orc was able to become the manager of the entire canyon not by relying on his muscles, but by something that can bring more fear to people than the brutality that muscles can express, a kind of brutal cunning that belongs to the barbarian orcs.

"One week." Holhara had no intention of talking nonsense.

"You still have a week." After saying that, he lifted the spell and let the barbarian orc supervisor fall to the ground. Instead of being angry, the latter showed his sincere joy at escaping.

Thus, after a series of orders were issued, the entire Wuming Canyon became even more lively and noisy than before.

Accompanied by the roar of metal and the occasional final screams of a few unlucky souls falling from great heights, extremely broad and heavy metal armor was hung high up by tower cranes driven by magical machinery. They moved closer to the huge body of the First Wizard King Horhara, which was more than 300 meters long when it lay down.

In other words, these armors are not used on warships or fortresses, but are a set of unprecedented, super-large armor that can cover the body of the Witch King Beast! It even incorporates the mechanical power of magical engineering!

Seven days later, the name of the Wingless Dragon will become a thing of the past, and will be replaced by the new, colder, and more terrifying name of the Heavy Sword Mechanical Dragon!

Chapter 88 I'm almost bald and you're telling me this?

The battle with the First Witch King ended abruptly, and Alvin returned to the river city of Nunris, founded by the Free Fists, with doubts and worries.

Though only a few days had passed, Nunnris had undergone significant changes since I left. Freed from the constraints of the Witch King's tyranny, construction was in full swing in this new city-state.

Every day, a large number of people from other desert tribes or small settlements migrate here. They may not have much understanding of the so-called "freedom" in their hearts, but anyone who dares to cross this silent desert, a sea of ​​waterless dust, must have a strong desire for a better life, and they must also have hope in their hearts.

Without disturbing anyone, the somewhat annoyed Alvin quietly landed on the recently repaired city wall outside Nunnris.

The Fist fighters patrolling this section of the wall quickly bowed upon seeing him. Neither Nunnris nor the Fists of Freedom had any mandatory etiquette requirements, but the fighters all had clear eyes and their own opinions, so they naturally respected those who agreed with them.

In return, Alvin also knocked his chest with his fist and simply returned a salute, indicating that the fighters didn't need to pay attention to him.

Then, the Titan descendant, who had just finished a battle, sat on the wall like an ordinary young man with nothing to do, quietly looking at the bustling street scene below.

Watching the endless stream of people and listening to the noisy symphony of life, the worry on the black-haired boy's face slowly faded. As an outsider who couldn't return to his true homeland for a long time to come, Ivan always felt a sense of alienation from this world deep in his heart.

That feeling made him look at the world as if he were looking at a distant scenery through an invisible glass. Although he did not deny the beauty contained in it, he did not participate in it wholeheartedly.

But after arriving in the Silent Desert, he spontaneously participated in the Freedom Fist movement against tyranny because of his inner identification. Although the process was full of twists and turns and accompanied by sadness, pain, bloodshed and sacrifice, the scene in front of him, which was composed of countless ordinary people and was a little noisy in the hustle and bustle, made the black-haired young man smile involuntarily.

People all need a sense of recognition.

Some people need recognition from others, while some more lonely people just need simple self-satisfaction.

I am willing to identify with my own behavior, which is enough to constitute the source of motivation that drives me to take action. Personally, this is also the strongest source of motivation.

A sense of ease emanating from the depths of his soul made Alvin stretch subconsciously, and he vaguely felt that his control over the power of his soul had become smoother and more natural.

Moreover, even if you cannot return to your original hometown, there are still people in this once completely unfamiliar world who are waiting for the travelers to return.

and many more……

Ivan was suddenly stunned. He realized that his current behavior might, probably, should be called slacking off?

Putting aside the fact that the Witch King's plot remains unresolved, someone still needs to take care of the numerous problems within the Freedom Fists. It's a simple truth: if someone's slacking off, someone else has to do the slacking off's work. As for who that person is, the unnamed new chairperson of the Freedom Fists' internal fighter council, Mr. Wrist Blade, likely has a few heartfelt words to share.

"Speaker, these are the documents that need to be processed today. In addition, you will need to go there in person to handle matters related to the East City Trade Fair." A young boxer apprentice placed a thick stack of documents on Brad's desk, and then said a series of words that made the latter's face stiffen slightly.

After saying this, the young apprentice bowed very cleverly, then used the swift steps that came with the boxing techniques he had learned to disappear from the office door at his fastest speed.

"..." Seeing the people leave, Brad couldn't help but put down the document he had already processed, covering his face with his hands and showing an expression as if he had a toothache.

He sighed, suddenly noticing the faint traces of fallen hair on the black-and-white document. Uncertainly, he raised his hand and rubbed his once-thick hair, only to find that just a casual rub had removed about twenty or thirty strands.

The uneasiness that is unique to middle-aged men quickly surged into his heart, followed by an even deeper helplessness and an unspeakable sadness.

However, seeing the rapid increase in the permanent population of Nunnris City in the statistics and the good news of the harvest from the surrounding oasis farms, Brad suddenly felt that his hair was just a small problem that could be ignored like the smoke from an extinguished bonfire.

It's just hair, right? Take it!

At this moment, a light cough was heard in the office where he was supposed to be the only one there.

"Well, excuse me." A man in a blue robe stood quietly beside the closed door.

Brad narrowed his eyes and showed a vigilant expression. The stranger who could quietly pass through the guards and appear directly in his office must have an extraordinary background.

At that moment, the sun slanted into the office from the window behind Brad, dividing the room into two parts: light and dark. The stranger's feet treaded on the edge of light and shadow, while his upper body was completely shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see his features and expression, and shrouding him in a hazy atmosphere.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" Brad put down the feather pen in his hand and said as he slightly tensed and relaxed the muscles all over his body. The originally loose robe was propped up by the bulging muscles, and the whole person quickly entered a state ready to fight at any time.

At the same time, this also made him, who was already tall, look even more muscular than usual, and the surging magic power released a tangible pressure that could not be ignored.

"Don't be nervous. We come here with good intentions today." The man in blue robe bowed slightly, with a strange smile on his face.

It was a confident yet slightly sarcastic smile that made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Good intentions?" Brad looked at the other party coldly. Instead of letting down his guard, he looked even more serious.

"Yes, with good intentions." The man in blue robe nodded.

"As someone who has the potential to become the future king of the Silent Desert, wouldn't you want to know what your competitors are doing right now?"

“…” Brad looked at the other person silently.

"Did I say something wrong? Mr. Braid, you are now the supreme commander of the Free Fists. Of the original five wizard kings, only Horhara remains. Moreover, he is just a decayed old king who is about to die. You, on the other hand, are like the rising sun, about to become the ruler of the entire desert."

"As long as you bury that half-dead skeleton, you will naturally become the greatest ruler of the Silent Desert. Isn't such an existence worthy of the title of 'King'?" The blue-robed man spoke in a very calm voice, but his tone was full of temptation.

"Imagine that the entire desert is under your rule, and everyone must obey your orders. If necessary, I can also offer you the secret method that originally belonged to the wizard kings, so that the rain from the sky and the lives of all the people in the desert can be firmly grasped in your fingers forever!" The blue-robed man's tone became more and more rapid and excited.

Then, he suddenly showed a hesitant expression.

"However, I believe you are already aware of the only obstacle. In this area, there is another person who also has a very high reputation. When the corrupt old king is completely buried, he will inevitably become the biggest obstacle preventing you from ascending the throne of the new king..." At this point, the man in blue robe realized that something seemed to be wrong. Even though he spoke so bluntly, Brad, as the person involved, never gave any expected response.

When he looked at the other person carefully, unexpectedly, the supreme commander of the resistance army at this stage did not show any joy, but just sat quietly on the chair like a stone sculpture.

Brad looked down at the hair that fell on the document, and then suddenly showed an undisguised mocking expression to the stranger who came to his office for no reason.

"That's it?"

Chapter 89 Junior Brother, You Are So Valuable

Immortality and great power.

These two points mean extreme temptation for most people.

But Brad acted very rationally because he realized very clearly that the other party was just telling a clumsy lie.

Even the other party himself is aware of the clumsiness of his words, but he is also aware of how huge and irresistible the benefits of the above two items are, and he knows that the so-called open conspiracy is a sinister plan that can continue to take effect even if the other party guesses it.

Anyone who heard these words and harbored even the slightest bit of ambition would likely harbor some strange thoughts, perhaps even resorting to irrational behavior, like a dam breaking at the foot of an ant hole. Even if they ultimately resisted the temptation of profit, the other party's goal would have already been achieved.

But now Brad just wanted to laugh, the kind of laugh that made him laugh out loud.

His own junior fellow apprentice, a stranger who arrived here unexpectedly from afar, was willing to take the huge risk of fighting with multiple fourth-order transcendents, namely the four wizard kings, to participate in the resistance activities in the Silent Desert area just for a few days of boxing training.

Those are the four wizard kings, four superior transcendent beings who have reached the rank of crowned ones. They are powerful beings that can shock the whole country.

To most people, the favor of teaching boxing is extremely disproportionate to the risk.

So, what kind of spirit is this? It is a spirit based on morality rather than profit, a golden spirit that transcends worldly mediocrity and shines with brilliance.

The stranger in front of him actually allowed him to betray such a person?

Taking a look at the two-handled pottery bottle enshrined on the small altar next to him, Brad's eyes became more solemn.