Star Forge Titan

Becoming a demon from the depths of Hell is a common lifelong dream for twisted beings who follow the Power of Destruction.

Just to put it simply, compared to ordinary mortals who would die with one blow in most places, demons often possess an incredibly strong vitality. Even if the fighting demons in Kong Ruier's Demon Realm have their heads chopped off, they will use their headless bodies to launch another attack.

Compared with this simple and straightforward powerful vitality, the ever-changing magic flame spirits under Xin Liezhi reveal an irritating cunning. They have a core in their bodies that constantly moves around without any rules. If it cannot be locked and destroyed, it will be difficult to cause fatal damage to this group of fiery demons, because their body parts other than the core are really as difficult to touch as flames, and even if they are pierced by swords, no substantial damage can be caused.

Drawing inspiration from the demon's anatomy, the blue-robed stranger transformed himself into a ball of vaguely unrelated demonic fire. After dodging the attack, he didn't even bother to linger or utter harsh words. He immediately transformed into a burning line of fire and charged towards the sky.

The Blue Robe Stranger in this form had great confidence in evacuating safely. Apart from Chaos believers like himself who frequently came into contact with information about Deep Hell, who else would understand the physiological structure of the powerful demons in Deep Hell?

The next moment, he heard a teasing voice in his ear.

"What? It turned out to be a small fireball."

Along with this bored sigh with a hint of "I'm tired of watching this", a hand that was so cold that it was not afraid of fire accurately grasped the core of the blue-robed stranger in the magic fire spirit state, just like a ferocious predator starting a hunt and strangling the prey's throat!

Chapter 92: Shadow of Chaos

In his previous life, Ivan had experienced the world of Palladia after multiple iterations.

After comparing various aspects, he confirmed that the virtual world that was once completely immersive, like a video game, was surprisingly consistent with the real Palladio that has now become reality.

In other words, there is no problem in copying the conclusions that were verified in that world to the current world.

For Ivan personally, this was a mixed bag of things. There were many positives, including the ability to preemptively utilize all sorts of advanced knowledge and theories, even getting to experience many adventures that would otherwise have belonged to others, and meeting many future geniuses. It was all a bit like, "The Reborn Dragon Xtian is actually me."

But the bad side is also obvious. You have to know that the world of Palladia, which has suffered many disasters after multiple version iterations, cannot be said to be a world of rampant demons. It can only be said that it is full of evil spirits and a melee between humans and demons.

Multiple spatial cracks connecting to the deep hell were twisted into fixed and permanent channels by the blasphemous ritual, resulting in the foreign demons that were originally blocked outside the material world being able to row small boats and sing songs to run into the material world to do whatever they want, just like the Vikings in ancient Northern Europe.

At that time, the player's mission objectives and main opponents also changed from the simple and unpretentious local people of Palladia to the despicable foreign demons.

As a member of the leading group at the time, Ivan was no exception. The demons he had slaughtered with his giant soldiers and crushed with his bare hands were as numerous as the rice in a rice jar. The variety of these was far more than the items included in the traditional diet of the vast majority of the people in the Great Celestial Empire.

Aside from a few major groups clearly influenced by the influence of demonic forces and born for war, there were all sorts of twisted and distorted types. It made one sigh, perhaps demons, born and raised in hell, didn't need to consider other people's opinions, so they just let things run wild and roam freely.

Because the names of some demons are too complicated, people even use nicknames such as "Little Fireball", "Honghong", "Drool", "Little X", "Little XX", "Ah X", "X Stick", "X Dog", "XX Soldier" and other simpler and easier to remember nicknames that are almost insulting to demons to distinguish them.

Among these familiar demons that Alvin had killed and had become very familiar with, there was naturally also the demon flame spirit that the senior Chaos believer in front of him was trying to transform into.

Moreover, compared to the real demons living in the deep hell, the demons imitated by high-level Chaos believers using "Demon Transformation" can only be regarded as monkey versions at best. Although the "core" in their bodies that maintains more than two-thirds of their life activities can also move, it can only follow a fixed trajectory.

So, without even looking carefully, the young fighter, whose black hair turned into a flaming orange-red color, easily locked onto the core of the monster.

The demonic fire, capable of easily warping flesh, seared Ivan's right hand, yet he felt neither heat nor pain. Putting aside the inherently high resistance granted by the Titan's genetic meme, the cumulative and multiplicative added resistance from the established skill system had already reached a staggering level. Just listing the talents that provided both physical defense and magical resistance, as well as the combined bonuses of both, would likely fill at least two rows.

In short, Ivan was now a fantastical, high-speed, heavy battleship in human form. The demonic fire couldn't even penetrate the invisible heavenly clothing covering his skin, let alone his other, more exaggerated defenses.

"Impossible! How did you see my core..." The blue-robed stranger, who had not revealed his name so far, looked at him in disbelief. No one knew how this guy could use the magic flame to transform himself into a spirit and show an 'incredible' expression with his burning eyebrows.

"Nothing is impossible. To put it bluntly, it's just practice makes perfect." Without wasting any more time talking to the enemy, Alvin simply crushed the 'core' in his hand.

The Demonic Flame Spirit, which was undergoing drastic changes every minute and every second, was actually solidified at this moment. The body that seemed to be burning with flames became stiff and frozen inch by inch, and then turned into fragments and scattered between the young fighter's clenched fingers.

There was no intention of interrogating them for information. These were bad guys who believed in the Whisperer's blue-feathered cuckoo chicken. Not a word they said could be trusted, even if those guys pointed at the snow and said that this thing was white.

Even within the Chaos Cult composed of this group of bad guys, there are countless lies. The communication process between them is like a group of riddlers holding a meeting, with nothing but riddles, which makes people want to fire 10,000 extended-range guided rockets at them, directly bombing the entire world and putting an end to it all.

As for this group of bad guys themselves, they seem to be quite addicted to the process of deceiving and testing each other, because this behavior itself can please the bad guy leader that the cult believes in. Moreover, even if the intelligence is false, some real and useful information can be extracted through indirect verification and other methods. Everyone in the cult that believes in the Code Whisperer is very good at doing this.

But for others, God knows how much time it would take to carefully analyze the real information from a bunch of stuff where almost every word reeks of lies, so it would be better to just kill it directly.

Of course, the appearance of the blue-robed stranger confirmed at least one thing: the First Sorcerer King, Horhalla, had become entangled with the Chaos Cultists, who worshipped the foreign evil god. In other words, not only would they need to guard against a counterattack from the Sorcerer King, but they would also have to consider the involvement of the Chaos Cultists.

"What a trouble." He rubbed his fingers together, letting the last remaining residue of the magic fire mix into the sand city under his feet. Alvin sighed with some regret.

This was also thanks to the fact that the Silent Desert was located at the border of the continent, far away from the center of civilization. If they had encountered such an incident in other areas where Chaos forces were clearly involved, they could have simply called the police to all the major temples. Perhaps a whole formation of combat priests would have rushed over in the next second, wielding weapons such as Morning Stars, Scepters, and Maces to smash all the blasphemers into pieces.

If they contacted the Temple of Knowledge directly, who knows how those white-haired, red-eyed paladins would burst into the battlefield. Even veteran players in their previous lives didn't know how many super-ancient treasures and weapons the other side's Temple of Knowledge actually stored. Those creations made with lost technology from the ancient empire and even the Giant Kingdom possessed functions that were difficult to achieve with modern civilization and technology. It wouldn't be surprising if a magic version of an armed helicopter appeared.

After all, as someone who also excavated weapons, didn’t Alvin himself find a warship made using magical technology from the ruins in the body of the Sandworm King? A model of it, the kind that can fly.

"Brother, we are in trouble." Looking at Brad walking towards them, Ivan said in a very calm tone, but one could not hear much real trouble in his words.

"Ah, I can guess a little bit." Brad rubbed his brows. He also inferred something from the identity of the blue-robed stranger.

"It's not all bad." Ivan suddenly smiled, and then continued under Brad's puzzled gaze:

"If we can resolve these two major issues at once, I believe that children born in the new era will also be spared some unnecessary risks."

"..." Brad stared at his young junior brother in silence for a while, then couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

"How come you always come up with such incredible decisions so easily?"

"Ha, maybe it's because I'm greedy." Alvin shrugged, his smile as bright as ever, but when he saw the office that he had forced his way into from the outside, his expression inevitably showed a bit of embarrassment.

"Oh, by the way, I think I should say sorry. Your office... is probably beyond saving." Before he could finish his words, the building where the office was located collapsed like a cake with a spoon having a large piece dug out, causing the supporting structure to collapse.

Dust rose into the sky, mixed with flying fragments of documents.

"Well, just treat it as a sudden holiday." Looking at Brad who was stunned, Ivan suggested seriously:

Brad's lips moved.

There are so many documents buried in there, new forces are entering the scene, and there are unusual movements on the Witch King's side. How can there be any vacation?

This clearly means we have to work three times overtime!

Chapter 93: Fighters Attack

In order to avoid causing panic among the general public, this sudden accident was contained within a certain range as much as possible.

Most people would not have any objection to this. After all, in the whole incident, the only one who was hurt was the blue-robed stranger who had not yet had time to complete his self-introduction.

As for Ivan, one of the people involved, his life has become extraordinarily fulfilling. The reason for this is actually quite simple: he clearly established his short-term and long-term goals.

The former, in short, meant destroying the Witch King and liberating the desert. As for the latter, the reappearance of the Chaos Followers made Ivan turn his attention back to the four sources of all evil hidden behind the scenes.

Considering that most of the major events that Palladio might encounter in the future are related to them, and that he can foresee that he will definitely possess more powerful power in the future, then what he should do next is actually very clear.

To put it bluntly, in order to ensure a safe and comfortable life for a long time to come, someone has to roll up their sleeves and clean up.

Sitting alone in the captain's seat on the central bridge of the Rogilas, the quiet environment around him made the young Titan's mind clearer than usual.

He might be a deeply sentimental romantic at heart, fueled by passion, courage, and other such nonsense, but Alvin knew one thing better. Without a solid foundation of ability, no matter how loud the cry, it couldn't truly transform into a force capable of changing the world. While power might not necessarily equate directly with warm words like happiness and beauty, it at least gave people the power to choose.

Just like at this moment, he intended to completely end the violent joy that had enveloped the entire desert for a hundred years.

"So, it's time to get to work." Alvin whispered to himself.

Then he knocked on the armrest on the side of the captain's seat, and the cold touch of the metal refreshed him.

The Gaia Disc, now three-fifths complete, was embedded in the right armrest. Upon activation, it emitted a low humming sound, drawing upon the powerful magic power flowing from the earth's ley lines. Relying on an unknown ancient technology, the powerful magic power flowing continuously through the earth's ley lines constructed by the Giant Kingdom was remotely channeled into the warship.

Immediately, the entire bridge was shrouded in a layer of bluish-white cold light, and the originally dim space immediately revealed a strong sci-fi color.

Such a scene is really hard to imagine. This is actually a magic ship, or a spell ship, driven by magic and built using the most advanced magic technology.

The cats and bugs diligently on duty in various places on the battleship completed their tasks in an orderly manner. Although most of them sang meow songs and did not look serious at all, there was no doubt that these magical creatures designed thousands of years ago had adaptability superior to that of ordinary intelligent races and were adaptable to various professional jobs.

The loud whistle sounded throughout the city, and every freeman living in Nunris couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

"Boy, are you in such a hurry to leave?" In the newly built office, Brad, surrounded by documents, stood up and looked out the window, with a bright light flashing in his eyes.

After learning that the First Sorcerer King had joined forces with the Followers of Chaos, he discussed with Alvin for a long time and decided not to wait passively, but to take the initiative and launch a decapitation operation against the First Sorcerer King with a small but most elite group of people.

At that time, the elite fighters of the Fist of Freedom will take great risks to hold back the First Sorcerer King's powerful guards. As for Ivan, who has become even more powerful after being promoted to the third level, he will shoulder the most important responsibility, which is to completely kill the most vicious and evil tyrant in the Silent Desert - the First Sorcerer King, Horhara!

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore, we have no rivals ahead of us!

Inside the multi-tiered bridge, the cat-and-bug crew members below nimbly leapt back and forth, continuously completing various preparatory tasks for the warship's takeoff. Their furry, round faces were filled with seriousness and solemnity, creating a stark contrast to their typically adorable appearance in the eyes of humans.

On the other side, Alvin looked at the Witch King's Notes in his left hand.

Although Lilim was exhausted, the intelligence she had brought back was of great help to her side. In a sense, it indirectly exposed the Witch King's conspiracy.

Although the contents of the notes became increasingly confused as time went on, Alvin combined them with information obtained from other sources to verify and guess some of the hidden information of the Witch Kings.

The unexpected adventure a hundred years ago allowed the team, which was already a first-class adventurer, to gain the path to a higher level.

But behind this road lies some kind of imperceptible twisted pollution, which is the pure poison that has forced the Sandworm King, the fighting Zergs assigned to it, and a large number of catworms to be self-isolating for thousands of years.

Perhaps due to the use of ultra-ancient Titan technology in their manufacturing, the sandworms themselves were resistant to contamination. The combat swarms suffered only their physical bodies, and the catworm tribe was barely noticeably affected. However, out of a sense of responsibility, or perhaps out of wariness of the pure-color legacy, they chose to remain sealed for a millennium, attempting to eliminate the contamination through a long, slow purification process.

However, the accidental intrusion of the adventure team interrupted the swarm's purification process, and also caused them to be infected by the poison on the spiritual level.

Obviously, this is a distortion that is even more terrifying than pollution on the material level.

Referencing the contents of the Witch King's notes, in another subsequent adventure, this adventuring party successfully obtained part of the Giant Kingdom's legacy, thus ascending to the Fourth Order, but also sowing the seeds of a dark and deadly future. The information about this adventure has been partially torn from the notebook itself, clearly indicating that the Third Witch King, who wrote it, did not intend to reveal this part to anyone.

But the result is needless to say. A hundred years ago, the seed of darkness finally blossomed and bore fruit under the watering of death and tyranny, and thus five tyrannical rulers and five witch kings with powerful strength were born.

Even having become the supreme rulers of the Silent Desert, the severely polluted individuals were not content. At the same time, they were vaguely aware of the presence of the pollution. Some chose to resist it, while others completely embraced it, attempting to harness its power to reach a realm beyond that of a fourth-tier Crowned One, wielding a higher power to shed the legacy of the poison and achieve greater freedom.

The First Sorcerer King...

This tyrant, already possessing the greatest power, undoubtedly chose the latter. A hundred years was more than enough for him to fully embrace the power of that poisonous legacy, but since the other party had not reached the fifth level, it meant that this power did not allow the tyrant to fulfill his wish.

So, he needs to obtain more, more...pure color poison.

It was precisely because of this realization that Alvin could not wait to launch an expedition. He did not want the horrible evil that destroyed the Giant Kingdom a thousand years ago to come to Palladia again.

Ivan even suspected that the First Sorcerer King might be drawn to something, drawn to the Pure Color Poison. Therefore, after a hundred years, he hadn't succeeded and was forced to attack the other Sorcerer Kings in order to gain the opportunity to return to the Giant Kingdom ruins and obtain more of the Poison.

If this were true, then things would be very troublesome, because it would mean that the Pure Color Poison might not just be a pollution or a force, but something like self-awareness.

While he was thinking, the Rogilas was ready for sail. The air trembled slightly, and the surging earth magic transformed by the engines into a pale blue flame. Gravity was neutralized, and the iron-gray warship slowly lifted off the ground. Beneath the cigar-like shuttle-shaped hull, the huge landing gear slowly retracted into the hull. The armor plates closed, leaving almost no gap. The shadow cast by the warship brought cheers from the onlookers.

The final battle is about to begin, and everyone who yearns for a better future is praying silently in their hearts.

As for the fighters who have already boarded the ship and set sail.

Fighters don't pray, they... act!

Chapter 94: A Little Attempt

Games require balance, reality does not.

Before awakening the power of his soul, Alvin, who was still at the second level, still needed to make a lot of preparations before he was qualified to challenge the witch kings who used secret rituals to advance to the fourth level.

But now, the Titan descendant who awakened the power of the soul and became a third-level Sky Warrior can already take the initiative to attack enemies at the level of the Witch King, just like the difference between a late-stage hero at 30 minutes and a late-stage hero at 3 minutes in a MOBA game when facing the enemy's support.

Well, maybe that's not quite appropriate. He is an exception in the later period, a person who was born with a big thing.

Back to the point, Ivan, currently traveling aboard the Rogilas, had no intention of sleeping through the journey. The dark-haired young man sat in the captain's seat, pondering for a moment before rising, leaving the bridge and ascending the gangway to the spacious top deck. Gazing at the endless rolling yellow sand around him, he began to ponder his own spiritual abilities.

To be honest, in his previous life in the virtual world of Palladio, he might have been the type who played rather crudely. After all, he was quite depressed back then, so most of the time he just relied on what he thought were relatively 'simple' mathematical calculations, using 'little' tricks like talents and skills to stack basic attributes to explosive levels, and then pushed forward smoothly.

On the contrary, it was only after he was promoted to a higher level that he became more serious and began to think about how to develop and use his own soul abilities more efficiently.

As for coming to the real world of Palladia, Alvin immediately put away his playful mentality during the game, accurately grasped his greatest advantage, the unique Titan genetic factor, and tried his best to maximize this in the subsequent practice. As a result, he had attributes that could rival those of the upper-level extraordinary people at the lower stage, and achieved super-sublimation in the second and third levels.

Now is the time to make your brain work faster and think carefully about how to develop and use your own soul.

"The Soul of King Uranus? No, it's still a long way off." Alvin was basically certain that the soul power he had awakened now was not the true Soul of King Uranus.

The reason wasn't particularly unusual. The Grand Mystic Rite, requiring four flawless gemstones—the Foundation of the Primordial Realm—wasn't complete yet, and he likely wasn't gifted enough to awaken the power of the King's Soul, a rare power even among Titans, without a ritual. On the other hand, the initial performance of his own soul abilities seemed to differ somewhat from the King's Soul power he had previously witnessed.

It can neither transmit information across millennia nor exist for an extended period without the passage of time. However, it does exhibit some similarities, such as superior endurance compared to most newly awakened soul powers. A combat armor fashioned from this foundation can maintain sufficient duration in combat.

But just look at the basic performance of the ability itself.

Manipulates the surrounding light and imparts new physical properties. Currently, the range of this ability is affected by factors such as the user's willpower and magic power reserves...

Recalling the most basic manifestations of his own soul power, Alvin's expression gradually became a little subtle.

The first half of this ability seems quite ordinary, and has nothing to do with the mysterious power of the king's soul. It even gives people a cheap feeling of common abilities in fantasy works such as controlling fire and controlling water.

But the second half of the film suddenly changes its style, as if an alien who arrived in a flying saucer suddenly started to perform magic, while stepping on Newton's coffin and arguing with all the members of the Solvay Conference. Anyone who knows a little about science would be astonished by this, and wonder what kind of big thing this ability can be used for?

Well, giving light new physical properties can be said to be another manifestation of the original talent [Reshaping the World]. The latter is a cheat-level talent exclusive to Titans. No matter how excessive the soul ability developed from it is, it is not surprising, probably.

But the former, manipulates light and drives the light in the natural environment.

This seemingly ordinary and cheap first half actually has an extremely excessive nature if you look deeper. It is the type that may cause huge changes to the ecological environment of the planet's surface if you are not careful.

Putting aside the use of using a magnifying glass to roast ants, which anyone who has attended elementary school can think of, the slight change in the spectrum alone could cause the plants within the range of the ability to die out this year, or even every year, until the entire area becomes a complete dead zone.

The ecosystem is very tenacious and has strong self-repair capabilities, but in a sense it is also fragile.

If the two abilities were combined, or if they were further developed to a higher level of ability that retained the original properties of light while giving it new physical properties, Ivan had seen similar steps in soul power development and was certain of the feasibility of this approach. If successful, what would happen then?

Ivan pondered, what if a beam of light were forcibly given the quality of steel while its other properties remained unchanged...