Star Forge Titan

Immortal Kingship! Hold on, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The Witch King Horhara roared and used his unique boxing skills that were integrated with his own soul power to the extreme. His broken body continued to return to its original fixed form, but this reversal was about to face the greatest challenge in history.

boom!

The hurricane thrown by the Golden Knight finally hit the ground. The huge impact caused by it directly created a huge pit with a depth of more than 100 meters and an incalculable diameter on the earth. The aftermath spreading to the surroundings forced the originally solid ground to turn into soft waves, which continued to surge and advance in all directions until the inertia was eliminated at the edge and solidified into circles of low circular impact mountains.

At the same time, a huge amount of sand and dust was blown high into the sky, making the originally clear sky as dark as night.

And in this dim world, only the golden knight Disgulan stood still, emitting a warm light that illuminated the surroundings.

Walking towards the center of the pit and fully unleashing his strength, Alvin felt extremely satisfied at this moment.

When he arrived at the center of the pit, he was somewhat surprised to find that some of the heavy sword mechanical dragon was still damaged.

The monster transformed by the Witch King now had less than one-third of its body left, curled up in the center of the sunken pit. The dragon's sturdy outer armor was completely torn apart, and the Tyrant's heavy sword on its back was broken in two. The part below the chest completely disappeared, and half of the broken spine could be vaguely seen exposed.

Obviously, the immortal monarchy does not really make the tyrant and his rule immortal.

But the tyrant's end is so miserable that it makes people want to... laugh!

Chapter 105: The End of the Tyrant

Immortal battle! Contempt for the commandments!

The golden knight Disgulan is over 300 meters tall!

This former giant god soldier has not only been upgraded in size, but the power of the engine inside has also soared. The star furnace recreated by the power of [Reshaping the World] combined with the [Power of the Soul] is shining with bright starlight like real stars in the sky. The already complex and magnificent golden armor on the outside has become even more exquisite. Countless reliefs are reasonably distributed on the surface of the armor like murals, as if a golden mobile palace is striding across the earth.

A bright, yet not dazzling, halo quietly hovered above the triple golden crown. Its edges undulated and shifted, like the turbulence of a sea tide. The power emanating from it continuously increased the brightness of the surrounding space. Its essence was the immensely powerful soul force, drawn from the depths of Ivan's soul through his own will.

Even though it had just awakened, this soul power still revealed a dazzling brilliance that seemed to dye the entire world with its own glory.

This huge humanoid weapon, which looks like a work of art and is full of industrial aesthetics, also exudes the unique murderous aura of a war weapon. At this moment, it is raising its hands high and posing the boxing posture of the Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

Heart! body! Skill!

The moment the three became one, Alvin pushed his boxing skills to a higher level again.

The secret of Lan Dou Sheng Quan - Force String Domination!

This secret boxing technique, born from a cutting-edge academic paper of a super-ancient civilization, is now reborn from the ashes! Reborn!

The power that can be shaped and controlled is no longer limited to the user's own power, but also completely controls the external forces that come into contact with!

In the dark, Alvin felt that his will was extended. The soul ability to control light and the core talent rooted in the Titan's genetic genes [Reshaping the World] worked together. What was originally just a vague intuition that he could do was gradually becoming a reality, an unchangeable reality!

【God's Wrath】activates!

【Perfect Power】Activate!

Out of righteous indignation and personal anger, these angry emotions cannot change Alvin's firm reason, but can be continuously transformed into pure power that continues to rise under the influence of his talent!

Then, the giant body forged from steel and light began to move, and a will more resolute than steel also began to act!

Spirit transcends matter, mind turns into power, and the young Titan named Ivan Elian begins to make his own voice known to the world.

The sound was beyond the limits of living things, just like the lightning, thunder, or howling wind in nature, completely filling the surrounding environment.

Holding the hurricane cloud and the dragon wrapped in it tightly in his hands, the roar of the Golden Knight Disgulan at this moment made the whole earth tremble.

Between heaven and earth, the hurricane cloud, as huge as an inverted mountain, was now like a grasped rope, a grasped fishing net, firmly grasped in the open hands of the Golden Knight Disgulan, and tightly grasped between the open five fingers of the young Titan named Ivan Elian.

"Impossible! What on earth did you do!?! How could this happen?" The howling wind was mixed with the shocked roar of the Witch King Horhara.

The Witch King, who had long since transformed himself into a machine of cold, rational efficiency over a century of rule, could not help but exclaim in amazement like a normal person. The air around his heavy-sworded mechanical dragon, which should have been thin and impalpable, suddenly solidified, almost as if it were a substance. A hurricane cloud, so massive it covered the entire area, suddenly came to a standstill.

This is a howling gale, a wind that is always free and unrestrained. How can it be completely grasped by someone like holding an ordinary sword!

However, the impossible thing has indeed happened before our eyes. Even the tyrant Witch King who has ruled the desert for a hundred years and survived to the end cannot change the ironclad fact.

No matter whether it was the swirling gale, the black and gray smoke clouds torn and swept in by the gale, the large amount of sand and gravel hanging from the ground, or the heavy sword dragon that was completely unable to break free from the shackles of this storm, nothing could change!

A dragon that's over three hundred meters tall?

That was just a tiny, insignificant part of the hurricane!

The hurricane cloud that was held had a cone-shaped structure similar to a tornado. The smallest part at the bottom alone had a diameter of nearly 100 meters, and the widest part at the top had a diameter of more than a kilometer.

After a moment of stillness, the frozen hurricane began to blow again, but the movement of the wind was no longer free, and the will of the wind was no longer free. A kind of great will that was above the wind and above nature, like a god, began to dominate everything!

An irresistible external force merged into the hurricane. In a fleeting moment, barely a breath away, everything began to roar like thunder, twisted and swung by the terrifying, overwhelming force. Using the Golden Knight's indestructible body as a fulcrum, it launched into an unprecedented, ultimate shoulder throw, crashing down with unparalleled force that threatened to shatter the very earth!!!

The huge hurricane cloud slowly 'fell' towards the ground, with wisps of smoke dragged behind it to form a fragmented fan-shaped piece. This seemingly slowly moving picture actually meant that a distance measured in kilometers was being rapidly crossed.

During this process, the power of the hurricane itself also acted on the heavy sword dragon under Ivan's control. The terrifying power made the dragon's sturdy armor on the surface of the dragon wail and twist and deform.

Immortal Kingship! Hold on, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The Witch King Horhara roared and used his unique boxing skills that were integrated with his own soul power to the extreme. His broken body continued to return to its original fixed form, but this reversal was about to face the greatest challenge in history.

boom!

The hurricane thrown by the Golden Knight finally hit the ground. The huge impact caused by it directly created a huge pit with a depth of more than 100 meters and an incalculable diameter on the earth. The aftermath spreading to the surroundings forced the originally solid ground to turn into soft waves, which continued to surge and advance in all directions until the inertia was eliminated at the edge and solidified into circles of low circular impact mountains.

At the same time, a huge amount of sand and dust was blown high into the sky, making the originally clear sky as dark as night.

And in this dim world, only the golden knight Disgulan stood still, emitting a warm light that illuminated the surroundings.

Walking towards the center of the pit and fully unleashing his strength, Alvin felt extremely satisfied at this moment.

When he arrived at the center of the pit, he was somewhat surprised to find that some of the heavy sword mechanical dragon was still damaged.

The monster transformed by the Witch King now had less than one-third of its body left, curled up in the center of the sunken pit. The dragon's sturdy outer armor was completely torn apart, and the Tyrant's heavy sword on its back was broken in two. The part below the chest completely disappeared, and half of the broken spine could be vaguely seen exposed.

Obviously, the immortal monarchy does not really make the tyrant and his rule immortal.

But the tyrant's end is so miserable that it makes people want to... laugh!

Chapter 106: Sowing Green

When the smoke of battle cleared, the Witch King's broken body suddenly began to rot rapidly.

And in that shattered heart, a skinless humanoid creature slowly opened his eyes. An unprecedented clarity flashed in his eyes, and he muttered several names in a loop.

One name comes from the dwarves, one name belongs to the halflings, one name conforms to the naming style of the barbarian orcs, and one name has distinct elven characteristics.

As he repeated these names, the light in the eyes of the Witch King Holhalla gradually dimmed. He was like a person who had been sleeping for a long time and suddenly woke up from a dream, only to find that the world was completely different from what he had imagined. All he had left was to fall asleep again.

Finally, a beam of light descended from the sky, bringing everything to an end.

ended……

The huge golden knight gradually turned into light and dissipated. After returning to his normal form, Ivan felt that the whole world had returned to its familiar appearance.

But like creases left on a folded piece of paper, the giant's transformation ultimately left a subtle impression on the young fighter. It was like someone who, after sitting for a long time, finally stood up only to be forced to sit down again. After experiencing the feeling of omnipotence and unfettered freedom, even though they knew it was merely an illusion brought on by a surge of strength, they couldn't help but yearn for it, even becoming obsessed with it.

Can’t dwell on this…

With such thoughts in mind, Alvin cut off the unnecessary thoughts from his mind without any hesitation or delay. The young man who had grown a lot after coming to Palladia had made great progress both physically and mentally. This was the result of his practice.

Gazing at the remains of the Witch King, still emitting a decaying stench in the deep pit ahead, Alvin felt more and more that his choice had been the right one. One can pursue power, but one must not become obsessed with it. Otherwise, power will turn from a tool to achieve one's goals into a poison that pollutes the self. The dead Witch King before him was a prime example of this.

At this moment, all five Witch-Kings have been eliminated. Does this mean that the era imprisoned by tyranny will finally move on?

Grandpa Alvin didn't have the answer to this question in his heart, but he was certain of one thing: without the rule of a tyrant, this region would at least possess the treasure called "possibility."

Even if the future is still shrouded in fog, at least they have a different future and can truly take steps towards the unknown distance.

This is enough.

Thinking of this, a look of relaxation and joy finally appeared on Ivan's face. Then, he raised his right hand and pointed it at the completely silent remains of the Witch King.

"Smash the remnants of the shackles and allow this area to move forward freely..." After saying this, the bright light turned into a pure spear of light that fell from the sky. The beam of light fell on the rotting remains of the Witch King, causing the remaining twisted flesh and deformed metal scraps to begin to transform into scattered tiny points of light and blend into the natural environment.

Taking into account the pure-color poison, the soul power that Alvin unleashed this time was not the previous attack that focused on light, but the part that transformed everything into light.

Soon, like the remaining snow in the sun, the light transformed from the remains of the Witch King was controlled by Alvin and sprinkled on the desert oasis that was severely damaged by the previous battle.

For centuries, the Witch King had been draining the life force of everyone in the region. Even his remains after death could generate a vast amount of vitality. Combined with the innate tenacity of plants and the seeds that had survived the catastrophe while lurking underground, the once devastated land was gradually repopulated by lush vegetation, even more lush and green than before the battle began.

Power can bring more than just destruction...

If the enormous magical power accumulated in the earth vein network is further utilized in construction, perhaps it will be possible to restore this barren desert into a green home full of life, just as the Giant Kingdom planned thousands of years ago.

Thinking this in his mind, Alvin became playful and gathered the transformed light particles in his hands, then threw them towards the surrounding branches like sprinkling salt. Under the infusion of huge vitality, tender green buds immediately burst out on the originally dry branches, and even small flower buds could be vaguely seen.

Because the growth rate was so fast, a series of crackling sounds were heard in the air, as crisp as someone roasting popcorn.

Just like a magician's baton, wherever the light particles containing rich vitality are sprinkled, all kinds of plants will immediately grow there.

There are also a large number of low herbs and shrubs growing rapidly on the ground, which immediately covered the ruins of Kahlo City, which were originally only yellow sand, with a thick "green carpet". The overly lush plants even completely covered the ground. It feels very soft when stepped on, and is in no way inferior to expensive handmade carpets.

The vitality of plants is more tenacious than one could imagine. Even the pale skeleton left behind after the Witch King Horhalla lost his flesh and blood has been replaced by rapidly growing vegetation. Broken spines and bent ribs now look like pillars covered with vines, as if countless years have passed.

After an unknown amount of time, when the surroundings completely turned into an oasis, Alvin suddenly felt that the sunlight above his head was blocked by a shadow. It turned out that the Rogilas, which was suspended in the sky, was slowly descending.

At that moment, everyone on the ship stared wide-eyed at the miraculous scene around them. Silence reigned, and no one spoke, until a young fighter, tears welling in his eyes, let out a sob.

In an instant, cheers and exclamations filled the entire cabin, and even the ignorant cats and insects screamed and jumped up.

The Rogilas landed steadily at the recreated green ruins of the city of Kahlo, and everyone cheered as they rushed off the ship.

Despite expressions of ecstasy and respect, the fighters didn't view Ivan, the man who had done all this, as a lofty god. They were all fighters who identified with each other and shared the same ideals. With ideals as a bond, even with their differences, people could ultimately find common ground, thus narrowing the gap of incomprehension.

Just like that, people joyfully came to the black-haired boy and lifted him up high. The noisy atmosphere immediately broke the tranquility of the new oasis, and the crisp chirping of birds and insects seemed to be heard in the distance.

This is what the world should be like...

Alvin felt somewhat helpless yet happy as he was thrown into the sky again and again by people, but in the midst of his joy, he suddenly realized another important issue.

The Witch King Horhalla is dead, and even his remains have been transformed into light that spreads across the earth.

But where did the two pieces of Gaia Disc that he took away go?

The answer to this question may already be hidden underground, just like the small figure dragging its broken body forward, digging into the sand...

Chapter 107: I'm looking for her because of work

In the following days, Alvin suddenly found himself becoming very... idle.

All the work that the intercontinental ballistic missiles should do has been done, so the next step is for the agricultural machinery and excavators to roll up their sleeves and get to work.

As for the person whose position within the organizational structure was the intercontinental ballistic missile, although he felt a little uneasy because he could not find the other two fragments of the Gaia Disc, he really didn't have anything he had to do now.

Although the war with the Witch King lasted less than a year, the population of the Silent Desert region suffered heavy losses, and the spice trade, the most important part of the economic production process, was also severely damaged. All of this required a huge investment of manpower and material resources to recover, and the extraordinary people undoubtedly had a productivity far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"One, two, three... lift up!" In the distance, several young fist fighter apprentices grabbed a few ropes and pulled the heavy stone tied in the middle high up.

The rocks weighed several tons. As the Fist Fighters' apprentices dragged them and slammed them down, the ground beneath them instantly became flat. This was in preparation for paving the cobblestone road. Even the Fist Fighters, even as apprentices, possessed strength exceeding that of ordinary people, so the rocks they used to smooth the ground were as large and heavy as the rollers on the front of a steamroller.

After completing the initial leveling work, other workers in the rear skillfully carried various tools and brought in various building materials to begin completing the more detailed and tedious part of the subsequent road construction work.

Several days have passed since the last Witch King was eliminated. After a brief and simple carnival, people once again devoted themselves to the hard work of production and construction.

Thanks to Alvin's previous action of decomposing the remains of the Witch King to restore the oasis environment, the ruins of Kahlo City have now become very suitable for living. Coupled with the Crescent Lake that has become clear again, and the vast fertile land with abundant fertility suitable for growing a variety of crops, this place has gradually begun to be called Kahlo Oasis, or simply the State of Light, the largest oasis in the Silent Desert.

Taking into account the characteristics of this area and in order to restore the spice trade and speed up economic recovery, the Free Fist Fighter Council dispatched a group of construction workers from Nunris, despite the severe shortage of manpower, to begin building a new trade route connecting this area with the river city of Nunris.

At the same time, the river city of Nunris will replace the destroyed Desert Rose Ismailia and become the new economic and trade center and the largest population settlement in the Silent Desert region.

Without the blood tax, iron tax, and other miscellaneous levies, and with the help of the Fist Fighters who maintain regional stability, more and more smiles can be seen on the faces of every desert resident, because even the most ordinary among them feel that the future is full of hope.

Hope, once the rarest luxury in the entire silent desert, has now become something that most people feel they can touch by standing on tiptoe.

Sitting high in the treetops with a group of playful children and a flock of furry caterpillars, Ivan's smile became extremely relaxed. These children were the families of the first group of immigrants to the Bright State. Someone who had recently been on a break had dragged some of the caterpillars off the Logilas to take on the task of looking after the children.

At this moment, Alvin would occasionally release a strand of shining golden thread from his fingertips, causing the linear light at the ends to flicker like fireworks and fly everywhere, causing the children around him to burst into a series of happy laughter and excited screams.

The battle with the Witch King was brief but intense, and during it, Ivan grasped the unique method of integrating soul power with force string control. Over the past few days, aside from periodic periods of relaxation and rest, he had devoted the vast majority of his attention to this area, resulting in this seemingly magical 'little trick' before him.

The flying arc is essentially a super-high-speed attack carried out through the medium of solid hard light condensed by soul power, which is dominated and controlled by the force string. It can also be said to be a super-high-speed long-range infinite punch transmitted in a linear manner.

Although this unnamed new boxing technique is not as secretive as the original version that is directly transmitted through space, its attack speed can theoretically be infinitely increased to the level of space warfare.

Of course, theory is theory, and the new moves that have just been developed are still in the experimental stage, and there is still a considerable distance from the planned super-high-speed punch.

This can be seen from the fact that the children can run two steps quickly to catch up with the flying golden optical fiber. Obviously, it will take a lot of effort if they want to put it into actual combat.

As the sun set, Ivan clapped his hands and led the children back to camp like a flock of ducklings returning to their nest. As he watched them being led away one by one by their parents, the tall, dark-haired boy stretched out his arms.

"We've rested enough, it's time to work." Hearing his words, the cats and bugs who were temporarily acting as kindergarten teachers immediately changed out of their aprons and headscarves at an astonishing speed, and then quickly put on their sailor shirts and blue sailor hats.