Star Forge Titan

"In a hundred years, the population has accumulated to tens of thousands."

"This is truly a feast! A feast fit for a king!"

Gradually, Horhara's originally ethereal voice began to be tainted with a touch of madness. His eyes widened, and his pupils completely turned into beast-like prismatic shapes. The bloodshot whites of his eyes looked even more red than the red seeds.

"Mine, all mine. No matter if it's the disloyal slaves of the Freedom Fist or the almighty God, don't even think about taking anything that belongs to the king!"

The Witch King shouted towards the sky in a sharp and distorted voice, but he did not feel the expected dissatisfaction and anger. Instead, a different kind of laughter echoed in his ears, a laughter full of mockery.

"Laugh? Laugh, the final winner is me, only me!" The First Wizard King, who usually behaves indifferent, aloof and rational, is now roaring and shouting like an immature teenager who cannot control his emotions.

"Chi——" Upon hearing Horhara's words, the short figure who had been keeping quiet and half-kneeling on the side of the throne suddenly made a low chirp, which made the former suddenly become quiet as if the pause button was pressed.

"Yes, this day has finally come. I can finally find the source of that voice, push open the door to a higher level, reunite the separated and incomplete twin bodies, and make the royal power... eternal!" In the deserted palace ruins, the Witch King Horhara couldn't suppress his low laughter.

His voice grew louder and louder, and finally he laughed wildly and suddenly opened his huge mouth full of fangs that had been twisted by magic. His body, which looked like a lizard, arched backwards, and his entire back was twisted to an abnormal angle.

Then, the Witch King Horhara swallowed the seed that was glowing red.

The next second, an even more terrifying bloody mouth broke out from the ground and swallowed the tyrant who sacrificed all the people of the city.

That was the body of the Witch King Horhara. Unlike the previous monster that looked like a savage dragon beast, this huge existence with a body of more than 300 meters was covered in heavy metal armor of astonishing quality. A series of rumbling magical machines were densely distributed on its back. The whole thing looked like a dragon-shaped steam battleship, constantly spewing out white mist from the thick pipe chimney.

The wingless dragon has completed a new round of evolution with the help of magic technology, and its name is the heavy sword mechanical dragon.

The machine is naturally made of a thick armored shell made with magic technology, and the 'heavy sword' is the huge blade rooted behind the dragon's back, which is as huge as a giant's sword.

The sword's spine was as black as a rock, but its edges emitted a scorching dark red light. This was the high-temperature heat transmitted from the magical machinery. While assisting the internal machinery in dissipating heat, it also increased the lethality of this huge heavy sword.

The next moment after swallowing the Witch King's body, dazzling red light gushed out from the gaps between the beast's teeth and the gaps in its armor. The body as huge as a mountain began to tremble slightly, and even the extremely thick armor on its surface shook like a ship in a storm.

The next moment, the heavy sword dragon's steel shell emitted a sharp scream of twisted metal, and what sprayed out of the chimney behind it was no longer white steam, but streams of bright red blood mist filled with a strong fishy smell.

Biological tissue similar to the vegetation that had been devoured previously was forced out from the gaps in the armor, but this did not destroy the heavy sword dragon's metal shell. Instead, it completely fused the metal armor with the dragon's body like the roots of a plant taking root in the earth.

Roar!

The sky-high roar resounded through the clouds, and blood-colored mist spread in all directions.

In a blood-red hell where even the air seemed tainted with the smell of blood after tens of thousands of lives had perished, a terrifying dragon stood tall atop the ruins of the capital. Its resounding roar seemed to celebrate its rebirth, or perhaps to foreshadow a bright future that lay within reach.

Horhara was roaring and ecstatic. Even though an unexpected powerful enemy appeared, his plan that he had been planning for a hundred years had finally taken the most critical step.

At this moment, his beast body is his true body, and even his soul power is transformed towards a higher level under the influence of his powerful body.

Everything before his eyes seemed as beautiful as a dream. The First Wizard King, Horhara, had already seen the eternal royal power waving to him, just like the sun in the sky would never go out!

Oh, how bright, how dazzling, it would be me! That would be me!

Like the sun...

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The air suddenly exploded, and a circular shock wave cloud spread out in the sky.

Something is telling the falling—

On the ground, Horhara, who had just roared to the heavens, suddenly froze. He could feel an incredibly powerful magical pressure coming down from directly above him.

Feeling that terrifying pressure, even without hearing any words, even without any eye contact, the First Wizard King, who was a high-level transcendent, actually felt a certain emotion directly from the spreading magical pressure, an emotion called anger!

Sanctions fall from the sky!

Chapter 98: City without Light

The scorching hot wind is mixed with sand and gravel, and after blowing for a long time, even the rocks will be polished into strange wind-eroded shapes.

But Ivan was completely unaffected as he stood on the top deck of the floating battleship Rogilas. He clasped his hands together and stood at the bow of the ship as steadily as if he were cast in steel, without any sign of discomfort at all.

A closer look revealed an invisible barrier surrounding the tall, black-haired youth, completely blocking out the wind and sand. It was the Dou Qi Steel Armor in its "Invisible Heavenly Armor" mode, its original defensive talents and skills infused within it, resulting in absolute defense against both physical impact and magical resistance.

Without letting the wind and sand disturb his thoughts, Alvin quietly recalled the information he got from other fist fighters, including relevant information about Kahlo, the first city-state in the desert.

The prosperity of that city was known throughout the desert, but its dark undercurrents also spread like a widespread undercurrent. Even the Fist Fighters, originally from Kahlo, expressed a complex expression when discussing the city. However, out of respect for Ivan, they offered relatively objective and fair assessments of Kahlo.

The so-called first city-state in the desert was essentially built on the constant 'nutrient absorption' of the other four city-states. Even so, only a tiny minority of the city's upper class lived a truly affluent life, free from the rigors of toil. The majority served these people as servants or even slaves, even with a perverse sense of pride, as if living in this city, even as a slave, was superior to those elsewhere.

But once one realizes the actual class divisions, all that false pride is immediately swept away, replaced by questioning the reality of injustice and the resulting even stronger anger.

Perhaps it is precisely because they have witnessed such twisted darkness that, even though they live in this glorious city that is pure white and seems to be glowing in itself, there are still people who stand up to join the Fist of Freedom and become the most determined rebels, and their will to resist is even stronger than that of others.

"If possible, I hope not to hurt the ordinary people who make up the majority of the city. They are actually very pitiful." The words of a fist fighter from the city of Kahlo echoed in Ivan's mind.

This made the expression on the boy's face become particularly solemn, because he sensed an extremely evil aura coming from the front.

At the same time, his eyes, strengthened by the power bestowed by God, could clearly see the current situation of Kahlo City from a thousand meters away.

The City of Glory, described by others as pure white, was now covered with a strange dark red.

Whether it is the towering city walls, the low houses, or the palace complex in the city center that, even in ruins, still reveals its former grandeur, they are all now painted with an unsettling dark red color.

The color was the dark crimson of dried blood, and even from a thousand meters away, one could sense the pungent smell of blood. Although one didn't actually smell anything, the acute senses conveyed a sense of danger, and one immediately associated it with the most appropriate scent: the scent of blood.

Because he used Phoenix tail feathers as a core material when he was promoted to the second level, Ivan was particularly sensitive to the breath of life. Furthermore, boxing is a combat technique that controls one's own energy. Now that he has become a third-level Sky Warrior, he can sense any abnormalities in the area surrounding Kahlo City from afar.

Due to the Silent Desert's terrain, areas outside of oases are extremely barren, with few signs of life beyond the rolling yellow sand. Thus, like a drop of ink on white paper, the vitality emanating from oasis farms and population centers like city-states often stands out more than other settlements.

But Kahlo City today was unlike any other city-state. The vitality it exuded was even less abundant than that of an ordinary settlement, devoid of the usual bustle and bustle of a densely populated area. Even the large oasis surrounding the city-state exuded a sense of decay, completely disproportionate to its size.

Different from this situation, the only breath of life that can be sensed in the city is unusually huge and evil, like some alien object that should not exist in nature and is incompatible with normal life.

Before this, Alvin had only seen a similar aura in one other being, and that was the Witch King's enormous beast body.

"Raise the altitude." Without hesitation, Alvin immediately gave the order.

The captain's voice reached the sailors' ears, prompting the furry cats and bugs to spring into action.

Arcs of light appeared on the surface of the Gaia fragment embedded in the captain's seat, and pure earth magic was continuously drawn out. The power of the main engine of the Rogilas also increased steadily, offsetting the gravity and hovering in the air. The bow of the warship slightly raised upwards. At the same time, the gravity magic that began to operate inside also prevented the internal environment of the hull from being affected by its own posture.

Immediately afterwards, the light blue flame emitted from the conical nozzle of the thruster at the rear of the hull gradually became longer, and the rumbling sound produced by the high-speed flow of air became louder and louder.

Feeling the hot wind coming towards him becoming stronger and stronger, Alvin realized that the speed of the Rogilas was increasing at an extremely fast rate, and the altitude of the warship was also increasing.

Soon, the Rogilas reached an altitude approaching its maximum capacity. Although essentially a high-precision ship model used for wind tunnel experiments and other hull shape testing, this ship (model) built during the ancient Giant Kingdom had been modified by the cats and bugs to reach an altitude of over four thousand meters. Even after previous experiments, the scenery at this altitude still surprised Alvin.

The clouds have been thrown under the hull, making this floating battleship (model) look like a real ship sailing on the sea, except that the sea it is sailing through is a special ocean called the 'Sea of ​​Clouds'.

Even with the protection of the invisible celestial clothing, the severe cold at high altitude could make Alvin feel a little cool, just like standing in front of an electric fan in the middle of summer.

But now wasn't the time to marvel at the view from above. The unusual state of Kahlo City gave him a bad feeling. The disappearance of life force often signified the departure of the individual emitting it. With only a single breath left in such a vast city, did that mean everyone who had once lived there had left?

But where can they go?

The area in the entire Silent Desert that can support large-scale populations is very limited, so over the years there have only been five gathering places that can be considered city-states.

A worse possibility came to mind, making Alvin's face as gloomy as water, and the golden light in his eyes became particularly bright and dazzling as if burning.

Death can also completely eliminate the breath of life emitted by an individual.

Chapter 99 If Heaven Does Not Punish Me, I Will Take the Punishment

The candlelight goes out and the hour of darkness has arrived.

Although bathed in the bright morning sunshine, the entire city was silent. Whether it was the chirping of birds or the rustling of leaves in the wind, they were all driven away by the deathly silence.

Ivan silently gazed at Kahlo City, thousands of meters below. From this height, the entire city looked like a small area that could be covered by a hand. Even so, he could almost smell the stench of blood emanating from the city.

The original guerrilla tactics were no longer necessary because there were no armies or a small number of extraordinary people in the city that needed to be held back by fighters.

The only active breath of life belonged to the Witch King himself.

Apart from this, there are no other living creatures.

Massacre...

The mass killing of an entire city, behind this short phrase, lies an extreme cruelty that is so horrifying that it chills people to the very bones.

Normal people would never do such a thing, and individuals who can do such things are no longer worthy of being called human beings. Even if their bodies are still healthy, their mental level has been distorted to an inhuman level.

This is an alienation that has been twisted to the extreme. They will no longer regard anyone other than themselves as an equal. Therefore, they will not hesitate to treat others as livestock such as pigs, sheep, cows, and horses, and will not have any emotions such as regret, pity, or sympathy.

This is a kind of alienation, or it can be called a kind of pollution, a serious pollution that needs to be eradicated.

The more primitive and backward a society is, the more likely it is that this kind of harmful "pollution" will occur.

Since arriving in Palladio, Ivan had witnessed many similar incidents. But whether it was Lind or Elrond, both societies, halfway into modernity, were ultimately better than pure feudalism. But the Silent Desert, a distant frontier of civilization, was still mired in a backward era, a blend of slavery and feudalism.

Nobles often owned large numbers of slaves, and naturally they would not consider them human beings like themselves. As for the more almighty wizard kings, most of them had become severely mentally alienated non-humans.

But the act of the First Witch King directly slaughtering tens of thousands of people in the entire city really makes people feel like their hands are shaking. The violent emotional turmoil even changes the magical fluctuations that people naturally emit.

Slowly closing his five fingers and clenching his fists, Alvin was also trembling. At the same time, he could also feel the intense emotions coming from other fighters in the cabin.

Ah, this is not fear...

A sudden realization came to his mind, and the trembling in his body disappeared without him noticing. The black-haired boy cast his gaze firmly at the ground.

His past life's education, past life experiences, the values ​​he cultivated in a peaceful society, and that unchanging nature of his, gave him a greater capacity for empathy than most people in this world. At this moment, the string of rationality in his mind was gradually breaking, replaced by another, even more turbulent emotion.

That was the anger towards the atrocities of the First Witch King, the anger of human existence!

The circle of golden light around his pupils suddenly spread outward, and the ends of the boy's black hair gradually turned a bright orange-red like a raging fire, and he himself rose towards the sky like a blazing flame.

The blue crystal hidden under the skin between the eyebrows reappeared, and a crown of light composed of sharp-edged prisms randomly appeared a few centimeters away from the top of the head.

Just like an ordinary person transitioning from a sitting position to a standing position, Ivan's figure instantly soared to over three meters. The torn fabric of his clothing exploded in all directions like snow, replaced by a gorgeous suit of pure white armor, condensed from pure light.

Because it was originally just a model, the entire Rogilas did not carry any real usable weapons and equipment except for the torpedo launcher without torpedoes.

The Silent Desert's civilization is so limited in development that forcing it to be armed would likely be like attaching a city defense crossbow to a family car—a rather awkward experience. Considering the aesthetics of that style are so advanced, it's best to skip the modern and modern eras and reach a post-apocalyptic era akin to Fallout, Metro, and Mad Max, or even jump to a time forty millennia in the future.

In short, the battleship Rogilas has not been modified into an armed vessel and is currently just a pure flying vehicle and mobile cathouse.

But this does not mean that the entire battleship has no offensive capabilities. It is also equipped with an ultimate weapon of mass destruction called "Captain".

"Keep the altitude, I'll be back soon."

Swinging his hem back, Alvin took a step forward.

Immediately, the gravity from the planet itself caught his figure, and the young fighter wearing the light forged armor began to fall straight towards the earth.

The whole process was very short, but Alvin, whose attributes in all aspects had reached perfection, felt that this period of time was particularly long.

If I go faster, can I save more people?

The moment this question arose again, he denied it.

The past cannot be changed, but the future has not yet arrived.

What people can grasp is always the present!

Rage! The rage burned like a flame! A strong belief in justice and unwavering will was like an endless supply of fuel, trapping the raging emotions within the pipeline and driving the engine of self to roar at full power.

Soul power! Come out!!!

Suddenly, a ball of golden light that seemed brighter than the sun bloomed in the sky. Even the Witch King Horhara, who was intoxicated by the success of the banquet, could not help but look up.

However, the golden light spread out in a circular shape like water waves. Then, the free magic power in the environment within a large range began to converge towards the source of the light. At the same time, a magical pressure that was so powerful that it seemed to be tangible also rose up.

The pressure was like a hammer falling from the sky, causing the Witch King Horhara, who had completely merged with the beast's body, to suddenly groan. A large amount of blood-red steam immediately gushed out of the pipe behind the mechanical dragon, just like an injured boxer vomiting blood in the ring.

However, at the same time he was vomiting blood, the other boxer had not yet arrived on the ring.

After expanding to a certain extent, the ring-shaped golden light no longer grows, but a layer of light curtain that cannot be penetrated by the naked eye appears inside it.

Perhaps it was a moment, perhaps a second, two huge arms covered in golden armor suddenly stretched out from behind the light curtain and tightly grasped the edge of the halo.

The strong muscles on his arms exerted force together, and a huge human-shaped body covered in golden armor emerged from it slowly but quickly.

Fighting Qi armor fully activated! The massive entity known as the Golden Fighter towered over the sky!

The Fist of Justice descends from the sky!!!

Chapter 100 Fist vs Fist!

Quiet, peaceful and reassuring.

The century-long plan finally began to bear fruit, and the Witch King Horhara felt a peace in his heart that he had never felt before.

When using the beast's body, there was always a beast roaring within me, a roar that grew louder with time. It felt like walking down a path at night, with a shadowy beast stalking behind me, ready to pounce and bite at any moment. It was also like being an ordinary person riding on the back of a tiger, the relationship between master and mount could be overturned at any moment.

Horhara believed that the other four Witch-Kings also faced this problem, because this problem stemmed from the inherent flaws in the Witch-King's secret rituals and was also a dark past that the five tyrants could not avoid.