Star Forge Titan

In the Silent Desert region, there is a custom of offering sacrifices to the deceased. After the death of the deceased, their family members often place the bone bottle containing the ashes on a small altar in their home and offer it for a whole year so that the deceased can feel the last warmth from the family.

Then, the living will follow the steps of ancient customs and scatter the ashes of the deceased into the boundless desert, so that the warm deceased can be reunited with the cold and boundless desert, truly achieving "dust to dust, earth to earth" while also preventing the deceased from being too cold in the afterlife.

For Brad, who was born in the arena, his only blood family member is his mother. His teacher Rigor left nothing behind after his death. But now, although the former gladiator named Anna has also passed away, Brad feels that his mother is still looking at him with those gentle eyes.

Just wait and see, mother, your son will not become a disappointing scum. Thus, the desert man rolled up his sleeves little by little until two muscular arms were exposed.

Then, Brad extended a hand with five fingers spread out to the blue-robed stranger whose name he still didn't know.

"Oh? Do you think eternal life and royal power are not enough? Mr. Brad, your ambition seems to be even greater than expected?" The blue-robed stranger obviously made a mistake. The smile on his face became more obvious, and his turbid eyes became deeper.

"But I personally don't hate this kind of greed, hehe." The blue-robed stranger laughed hoarsely like a vulture.

"No." Brad suddenly shook his head, then closed his five open fingers and made a huge fist.

"I just wanted to show you..."

"What are you looking at?" The blue-robed stranger raised his eyebrows and asked subconsciously:

"Look how big my fist is!" Before he finished speaking, the desk and the various documents piled on it flew up.

At the same time, an extremely majestic figure, with a strong wind, passed through the documents scattered by the fourth aunt like snowflakes at a lightning speed, and suddenly appeared in front of the blue-robed stranger.

In front of his clenched fist, a short blade formed by the violent wind broke through the air!

Arashi's new style - Storm Light Wheel·Kai - Gale Wrist Blade!

This is a new move extended from the old Lan Dou school, and it is also a new boxing style that is vigorously promoted within the Freedom Fist. It is also a new school that has power that exceeds most of the old boxing factions!

Furthermore, Brad modified it based on his own fighting style, transforming the original Storm Light Wheel, which focused on cutting, into a Wind Wrist Blade that placed greater emphasis on penetration. Although the raw material of this broken blade was nothing more than light air, under the shaping of the fist technique flowing with magic power, even steel could be easily pierced by it.

This wasn't the end of it. Several exceptionally bright magical rays shone from Brad's body. These rays merged and formed a translucent suit of armor with falcon elements.

The head of the armor looks like an eagle, with a pair of wings covered with feathers behind it, making Brad look as if he has become the legendary powerful being with an eagle's head and a human body.

Fighting Steel Suit activated! Configuration strengthened!

The Gale Wrist Blade, which was originally only 30 centimeters long, suddenly extended forward 50 centimeters, almost equivalent to the length of a normal one-handed sword.

The blue-robed stranger had no time to react before he was instantly pierced by the translucent blade formed by the storm.

However, there was no trace of pain on his face, but instead a hint of genuine confusion and puzzlement.

"Why? Why are you unwilling to accept kingship, and unwilling to accept eternal life?"

"Because, that would require me to give up my dignity and the beliefs in my heart!" Brad roared, and a strong storm swept through the entire room, and the blue-robed stranger who was pierced by him was torn apart in an instant.

But what was surprising was that no blood flowed out after the opponent's body was broken, but it turned into blue and pink magic fire that flew everywhere.

The next second, the scattered demonic fire gathered again in a corner of the room, outlining the tall and thin figure of the blue-robed stranger again.

"What a surprise! I didn't expect Mr. Braid to reject me so firmly."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the blue-robed stranger's lips.

“It’s such a shame.”

After saying this, his figure gradually became transparent and swayed and twisted in the air like a flame until it completely disappeared.

"Magic?" Brad frowned and whispered:

"What happened?" Then, Ivan's figure suddenly appeared in the messy office.

"Evan? When did you come back? What's the situation in Fayoum City?" Brad was surprised, and then hurriedly asked about the latest situation in Fayoum City.

"The city of Fayoum has been completely destroyed." Ivan shook his head and said regretfully:

"Wait, what happened to you just now? You even used the Dou Qi armor."

"Uh..." Facing his junior brother's serious expression, Brad suddenly felt very embarrassed.

He couldn't just say, 'Someone paid me to sell you out'...right?

Chapter 90 True Lies

"Oh wow? So I'm so valuable now?" In the messy office, Alvin found a relatively intact chair and sat down, then couldn't help laughing out loud.

"That's right. You're actually willing to exchange the Witch King's secret technique for it. I guess there aren't many people worth more than you in the entire Silent Desert." Brad leaned against the desk that had only three legs left and couldn't help laughing, but then he sighed deeply.

"But then again, although I acted hastily before, the technique I used was at least an enhanced version of Lan Dou Xinliu. I didn't expect that person to be so easily defeated with his magic. It's true that we shouldn't underestimate the extraordinary beings under the Witch King. After all, they are monsters with centuries of accumulated experience. Both material and human resources are abundant to an alarming degree."

"That's not necessarily true." Alvin shook his head, a sarcastic smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"From your description, that guy's magic sounds somewhat familiar to me. If they are indeed that group of people, their relationship with the Witch King may not be as complicated as it appears. Perhaps they truly hope that all Witch Kings will be completely eliminated, and even the future sole ruler of this region will be respectfully presented to you as they say. But..."

"But?" Brad frowned, feeling that there was something else behind his junior brother's words.

"I just have to exist as their puppet." The expression on Ivan's face gradually turned cold. In his memory, those guys didn't need to use lies to play tricks. In many cases, they were even more difficult to deal with than the Chaos Fallen of the other three factions.

Fighting against them requires not only considering the difference in combat power, but also seeing through their cunning tricks that are nested like Russian dolls. Sometimes, the plan you think you have seen through is actually deliberately exposed for another bigger conspiracy.

"So, do you know who the other person is?" Brad looked at his junior brother with some surprise.

"Ah, as expected, those who master this kind of magic are most likely those conspirators who like to hide in the shadows of those in power, those corrupt people who believe in the whisperers." As he spoke, Ivan's eyes, which emitted rings of golden radiation around them, suddenly turned to a corner of the office.

"Am I right, sir?"

Brad's expression was shocked and he immediately looked at the same position.

"You are worthy of being a talented person valued by my Lord and the other three Supremes. My shallow magic can't completely hide from your sharp eyes like an eagle." The air in the corner was lifted like a transparent curtain, revealing the tall and thin figure of the blue-robed stranger again.

"Hehe, how does that sentence go?" Alvin chuckled, not paying any attention to the other party's seemingly flattering words.

Then, he suddenly put away all the expressions on his face, looked at the blue-robed stranger very seriously, and said in a shocked voice:

"Everything is for the end of the endless game. Long live the big plan."

"!" The Amber Stranger's face, which had always been smiling, finally couldn't help but change when he heard these words.

But before he could react, Ivan's figure had instantly disappeared from his sight. Then, the blue-robed stranger heard the young man's clear and sunny voice behind him.

"I lied to you."

puff!

His five fingers were clasped together like knives, and a pure white cyclone shining with magical light pierced through the chest of the blue-robed stranger, but it was just an illusion.

At the same time, a large number of chain accident spells arranged on the outer robe were immediately activated. This is a common method used by high-level spellcasters to deal with emergencies, which often allows the spellcaster to complete multiple responses such as defense, transfer and even attack in a short period of time.

At that moment, all the chained unexpected spells that the blue-robed stranger, skilled in magic, had placed on his outer robe were activated by the spinning pure white cyclone. His figure swayed like waves, and the attacking pure white cyclone was hit by multiple counter-spells simultaneously, almost instantly turning into harmless free magic that dissipated.

However, the Blue Robe Stranger himself failed to escape successfully, as he had done when he was ambushed by Brad earlier. Alvin, already familiar with these men's tactics, launched his first attack with a Storm Light Wheel, triggering a chain of unexpected spells on the opponent, and then immediately launched a second and third round of attacks.

The Sky Fighter's superior talent [A Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea] allows Alvin to use all the boxing techniques he has mastered without having to make any specific movements, just by circulating his magic power.

In an instant, strong winds, raging fire, and lightning filled the entire room, so much so that Brad, who was on his side, was forced to push back and break through the wall to escape the attack range.

The combined force of these boxing techniques directly interrupted the teleportation spell that the blue-robed wizard relied on to escape.

You know, in the world of Palladia, space teleportation is not a simple spell that can be used by any wizard.

Even if various auxiliary methods including magic circles are arranged in advance, space teleportation requires the caster to concentrate on maintaining the operation of the spell to ensure that the entire teleportation process will not result in only the upper body reaching the destination, or leaving an arm, a leg or something else that should not be left at the departure point.

However, this is the case even for short-distance teleportation of more than a kilometer. If it is an even longer-distance advanced teleportation spell, there is even a very small probability of opening a space rift connecting to the deep hell of the outer realm. As a result, all related research is kept highly confidential, and most mages and scholars cannot even access the most basic related knowledge.

The blue-robed stranger, entangled by Ivan, quickly recovered from his shock. He had no time to consider how Ivan knew the declaration, which was only circulated within the cult. He had to make sure he didn't die under that fist that seemed to tear the sky apart!

Yes, those seemingly dazzling flames or lightning were just superficial phenomena. What really made the blue-robed stranger sweat profusely were those invisible pure force fields.

The invisible force field is compressed to a level thinner than spider silk, and even if it just touches someone, it will easily scrape off a layer of skin and flesh.

From Brad's description, Ivan realized that the other party was likely a high-ranking member of the cult that controlled the Xin Liezhi Demonic Fire. Those blue or pink flames that looked like flames were actually manifestations of the Secret Whisperer's ever-changing nature. While seemingly flames, they actually symbolized change.

Therefore, the opponent's strength was at least that of a high-level Transcendent. Although in this era of the rapid development of the Transcendent School, it was unlikely that this person had already reached the fourth level, but the "reward" of joining the Outer Realm Evil God would most likely make him a third-level spellcaster, mastering all kinds of strange and blasphemous spells.

Therefore, while Alvin was using the power of other schools' boxing configurations to create a huge momentum, he was secretly using the secret of the Lan Dou Holy Fist - the force string to launch the real killing move.

The cutting force field, compressed into thin lines, was transmitted and diffused directly outward using space as the medium, just like an invisible transparent spider web, gradually covering all directions around the blue-robed stranger.

As believers of the evil god Xin Liezhi who often peeks into fate, they often have very keen intuition about danger.

But right now, an overwhelming sense of crisis shook the Blue Robe Stranger's heart. He felt as if danger was coming from all directions. Even the divination spells that were supposed to point to a safe location along the trajectory of fate seemed to have completely failed, offering no clues.

Damn, who the hell is this guy!?!

Chapter 91: Enough of Tasting

The explosion in the office of the Chairman of the Fighter Council immediately attracted a large number of Fist Fighters to serve as guards.

After all, the essence of this incident is roughly equivalent to a working person going to work on Monday and witnessing a huge fireworks display in his boss's office before he even finishes his breakfast.

The shock, confusion, and subsequent tension and panic will naturally make people act subconsciously, whether that action is clapping, forwarding to friends, or calling the emergency number.

But when the surrounding fighters dropped their work and moved towards the explosion site, the strong magical pressure erupted during the battle between the upper-level transcendents made it difficult for most of them to get even half a step closer.

Even Brad himself retreated to the open space outside the building with a ceramic vase wrapped in a blanket. Although he could not take care of the small altar in the house, at least he did not neglect it and did not let the deceased return to the dust without even feeling the last bit of family warmth.

"What an exaggeration!"

Standing outside, looking at the destroyed office, Brad, who had become increasingly serious since being elected Speaker, felt his cheeks twitch involuntarily. As if suppressing an inappropriate expression, he sighed subtly, "At least now I don't have to worry about those daunting documents..."

Compared to Brad who still had the leisure to joke, the blue-robed stranger in the center of the battlefield just wanted to ask loud questions. He wanted to question the First Witch King, his ally, who provided him with false information, and his subordinate spies in charge of intelligence work. He also wanted to question those members of the same cult who entered the Silent Desert early as spies to collect intelligence.

One by one, is there not a single normal spy among this large group of people who is not a good-for-nothing?

How could you think that the man in front of you is not good at dealing with mages? Just because he has only shown proficiency in boxing, you judge that he doesn't understand magic?

I really should let those guys see if this counts as being good at dealing with mages or not understanding magic!?!

As a follower of the Whisperer, although the Blue Robe Stranger's inner anger is rising uncontrollably, he will not let himself be controlled by the anger, and even on the surface he does not show even the slightest impatience and restlessness.

But when he stared at Ivan's face seriously, the expression on the face of this usually calm conspirator gradually became difficult to maintain.

After joining the Free Fists and defeating the Second Witch King, this stranger from the North no longer used the Diplomat Ring to create a false appearance. In other words, Ivan now showed his true self.

So, after repeatedly confirming the appearance of the black-haired man in front of him, the blue-robed stranger's face finally began to twitch violently. This was not only because the magic shield he had tried hard to open was now covered with numerous cracks and was about to completely collapse, but also because this guy recognized Ivan's true identity, which he no longer concealed.

There are many sects that believe in the Whisperers, but those who can become superior transcendents are undoubtedly the conspirators among conspirators, the worst of the bad, and the fun of the fun. These bad guys gathered together are naturally one of the groups of people who know the importance of intelligence best in the entire Palladia world.

Unlike the locals who had never left the desert, the Blue Robe Stranger was deeply familiar with the recent turbulent international situation in the world of Palladia. He was undoubtedly well-informed about the top trendsetters. Even many seemingly unknown pieces of information were accessible to him through his covert and overt intelligence networks.

Prince Elrond...

The driver of the Linde Giant God Soldier...

The powerful one who defeated the great existence's advent plan twice...

There were even rumors that he had personally killed a great demon and a fifth-level perfect being who had fallen into a period of decay.

It was bizarre, unbelievable, like a miracle. Even if the latter was not in his best form, it was absolutely unreasonable for a mortal to be able to do such a thing. Even if he was once a mortal born in the muddy mortal world, after these things became a reality, no one would ever regard him as an ordinary mortal.

How can I...

In an instant, the strongest emotion in the blue-robed stranger's heart was no longer despair or fear, but surprise?

I was surprised how I could encounter such an existence in this rural area close to the border of civilization, which would shine like stars in the night sky even if it was placed in the center of Palladian civilization.

But soon, as a realist with a mind full of cunning tricks and profit calculations, the blue-robed stranger immediately put aside his meaningless exclamation. The protective magic he cast with all his strength could only last for a short period of less than ten breaths. Then, those invisible but extremely sharp attacks would cut him into minced meat finer than the filling of a beef pie in an instant.

Change, what is the key to changing this deadlock?!

As a devout believer in the God of Creation and Change, the despair of a stagnant pool of water does not conform to my aesthetics!

It was quite rare, and a feeling almost like blood boiling surged in his heart. The blue-robed stranger began to recite the twisted and corrupted spell loudly without regard for the consequences, and his body began to change.

Ivan clenched his five fingers together, and the protective magic released by the enemy was like a soft bubble in the sun, silently shattering and disappearing, and the linear force fields around him created by the force strings were also tightly strangled into a ball like a gathered fishing net.

However, the blue-robed stranger himself didn't shatter instantly like the protective magic he'd cast. Under the effects of the twisting spell, his body underwent a transformation that could almost be described as drastic. His torso, which had once looked like a normal person's hands and feet, now seemed to have transformed into some strange substance, losing neither the strength of bones nor the normal contours of the human body.

It was not a transformation magic like changing from a human into an animal, but an astonishing change of huge span and drastic magnitude, like changing from a human into a flowing spring or even a cluster of violently rising and burning flames, or from a living thing into an inorganic substance.

Yes, the blue-robed stranger not only did not launch an attack a second before the fatal attack, but instead chose to cast magic on himself, a unique higher-level magic that required the consumption of soul power to release.

It was a special, higher-level magic unique to him, born from a long period of magical research and the development of his soul abilities. In a sense, this magic could even allow the caster to take an incomparably firm step towards a higher realm, provided he didn't borrow the corrupted evil power of the Dark Whisperer.

Even so, this spell was quite powerful. Simply put, the Blue Robe Stranger completely transformed himself into a burning demonic fire in a very short time.

His body was composed of a strange mixture of blue and pink flames. Although his sensory organs such as eyes and ears were also transformed into flames, the burning magic fire itself gave him better perception abilities.

In fact, this form is actually imitated from a powerful creature living in the deep hell. If demons can be considered a kind of creatures, in the deep hell ruled by the Lord of Conspiracy and Lies, the Winged Whisperer, and the Conspirator - Xin Liezhi, there is a group of terrifying demons whose bodies are covered by unnatural magic fire, or they themselves are condensed by magic fire.

Even the eyes of these monsters are smoldering embers of fire, and their weapons of destruction are tongues of hellfire capable of wreaking havoc on flesh and blood. All mortals who are "kissed" by them will find their bodies undergoing an uncontrollable and rapid transformation, an irresistible change that continues until the victim's entire body is transformed into some twisted, abnormal, and unnatural form.

Along with the victim's shrill screams in the last moments of his life, what will be left in the place is a cluster of bone statues with twisting tentacles, or some kind of crystalline substance with an indescribable shape but crystal clear texture, which constantly emits a dazzling light that can decorate the deep hell itself.