Star Forge Titan

So, faced with this problem, Alvin decisively chose an unconventional method - spending money.

The lure of weapons, armor, and, most immediately, money, mobilized all the adventurers in the Silent Desert. They rushed out of the city and into the boundless desert, relying on augury radar, which had a limited range but was far more sensitive than human perception, to search for the location of the Gaia Disc fragment.

Finally, on a sunny morning, the most crucial information was transmitted to the city of Nunnris, allowing Alvin to determine the thief's final destination.

Looking at the familiar seat, the black-haired boy's expression of contemplation returned. Soon, his gaze grew sharper, and without a word, he sat back in the captain's seat with its high backrest.

"Notify the engine room and have them preheat and start the engines. We have work to do!"

Immediately, the sound of meowing spread the command to all parts of the ship, and the cats and insects that had been on standby for a long time recently immediately completed their preparations for departure.

After a while, people around the land port heard a low muffled sound coming from afar, and along with the roar of the engine, the powerful propeller driven by magic spewed out a narrow conical flame, and the iron-gray heavy hull of the Rogilas slowly left the ground and appeared in the sky.

"What did you find? The other party's traces?" Heidi looked at Ivan with interest as he looked thoughtful.

"These are just some bad guesses, but we should always prepare for the worst, so as to be prepared for any eventuality, right?"

The black-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief. Although some terrible possibilities made him feel a little heavy-hearted, his words and actions still appeared very calm.

After all, as long as one's own abilities are strong enough, strong enough to reverse the vast majority of tragedies that have already occurred or are about to occur, then the person involved can always face all challenges with composure. This is something more convincing than the arrogant and domineering self-confidence of a little rooster; it is a kind of confidence as steady as a mountain and unyielding.

Herbert, the King of Sandworms...

Remembering the legendary artifacts of that memorable adventure, and recalling the location of his previous encounter with the behemoth, Ivan discovered that it coincided with the movement paths of the two other Gaia fragment holders. Considering the experiences of the five Witch Kings, it was highly likely that the currently unidentified being also knew of the existence of the Sandworm King.

For most people, the last time they saw the King of Sandworms, it was a miraculous encounter. It was a rare event that would happen once in a lifetime, like smoke coming out of one's ancestral grave, or even a huge fire.

But with a guide in hand, or in more easily understandable game terms, a key plot prop, Alvin can track the King of Sandworms very accurately through the wisdom stone tablet inherited from the ancient Giant Kingdom.

But no one else obviously has this item, unless the person carrying the Gaia fragment also has some connection with the 'living' relic.

So, could his target be that gigantic ancient sandworm? Would he have some ability to track the king of sandworms?

Regardless of the answer, Alvin wasn't going to wait for things to happen. Taking the initiative was more in line with his usual style.

At the same time, Alvin was also thinking about another thing, that is, whether to hire a group of professional ruins explorers to help him explore and excavate the ruins inside the Sandworm King.

Ivan quickly dismissed the idea. Exploring the ruins of the ancient Giant Kingdom would be extremely dangerous, even for experienced explorers. There was no need to involve innocent people in such a high-risk operation. Furthermore, when it came to familiarity with the ruins, who could compare to his own group of cats and bugs, who had lived there for millennia?

For them, perhaps it is just like going back home.

Not to mention the inherently chaotic nature of adventurers, where everyone is mixed. Facing the ruins of an ancient giant kingdom, who knows what kind of person might jump out and cause trouble. Even if they couldn't pose a real threat, simply wasting time wasn't something Ivan wanted to see.

Thus, the legitimate heir of the Uranus civilization, and also the first claimed owner of the ancient Giant Kingdom in name and in fact, sat on the only true flying magic battleship of this era and began to move towards the real-time position of the Sandworm King displayed on the Wisdom Slate.

But just as Alvin worried, although he repeatedly emphasized in the mission briefing not to alarm the target person carrying the other two Gaia fragments, the high reward he offered made some people have inappropriate thoughts.

What had the target done to command such a high reward? Could it be related to the Overlord, the ruler of the present Silent Desert, defeating the Witch King, the ruler of the desert past? Did that unknown individual steal the Overlord's treasure?

The century-long rule was shattered in an instant, and everyone was extremely curious about it. Some of them couldn't help but wonder whether the overlord had mastered some unknown secret method or treasure, so that he could defeat the five incredibly powerful wizard kings and gain new ruling power.

After all, it is money that moves people's hearts.

Money and its greater allure have so overwhelmed people that they have overlooked a simple fact.

If things were really that simple, why would the other party run away?

In short, in a deserted desert, a group of self-righteous but extremely lucky idiots brandished scimitars and surrounded another short figure in a black hooded robe in three layers.

"Hand it over! Hand over the Overlord's secret treasure!"

Chapter 113 Main Gun Firing

There are always people who want to get something for nothing, and there are always people who want to get rich overnight.

They imagined a sword falling from the sky, a ring being dug out of the ground, or a beautiful woman riding a dragon descending from the sky to them, saying nice words like "I obey the will of heaven and welcome the master" or "I will not leave the emperor's presence, I will not disobey the decree, and I swear allegiance."

Then, he changed that mediocre, boring and predictable life again and again until he reached a position that he had never dared to imagine before.

Of course, even the most vulgar people would not mind making a small effort to change their fate, such as taking out a rusty cheap weapon or simply a sharp stone dagger, and threatening a figure that is much shorter and thinner than themselves.

At this moment, under the bright sunlight, a group of ragged low-level adventurers brandishing various weapons surrounded another short figure.

The hot weather in the Silent Desert makes most people accustomed to wearing thin clothes that are easier to dissipate heat. People who are a little richer will go to great lengths to buy a traditional desert robe, relying on the transparent structure of the robe to create a more suitable local microclimate in a small area.

But people who are poorer than most people do not have this condition. They often choose the simplest way to dissipate heat, which is to wear less or nothing.

Furthermore, due to the harsh iron tax imposed before the Witch King's overthrow, metal weapons throughout the Silent Desert were extremely expensive. Even among these low-level adventurers with limited strength, some were wielding short spears with stone tips. The few longswords and scimitars they possessed were mostly very old, with faint traces of reddish-brown rust visible that could not be erased even by grinding.

Even the divination compasses these guys were holding were purchased with the combined money of dozens of people. Their leader, a one-eyed man who looked more like a bandit than an adventurer, was staring intently at the small figure surrounded by a crowd.

Even with only one eye, this old fellow, who had spent considerable time as a sand bandit in his earlier years, stared with his remaining eye wide open. Bloodshot streaked across the yellowed whites of his eyes, and his rapid breathing caused the scarred nostril to flutter rapidly. On his face, etched with traces of time, his features were tense and squeezed together, as if every wrinkle was straining.

"Secret treasure! Hand over the Overlord's secret treasure!" Foul saliva spurted out of his mouth along with this violent roar.

“…” The short figure in a black hooded robe stood there unmoved, but his eyes quickly swept over everyone present.

It was clearly just a simple glance, but it was like an invisible blade, instantly emitting a terrifying and chilling pressure. Among this group of poor adventurers, some of the smarter ones had begun to quietly retreat, but they were obviously not truly intelligent.

A truly smart person would not approach easily even if they found a target highlighted by the divination compass nearby. They would just hide in a safe place far away and wait for greedy and stupid guys like the ones in front of them to take the first step and test the bounty target with unknown background on their behalf.

"Their combat effectiveness is low and they can be ignored." The short black-robed figure made this judgment after observing most of the low-level adventurers.

Then, he locked his gaze on the one-eyed dragon who was in the lead.

"Combat power 5, no threat."

Unexpectedly, the language used by the short black-robed figure was incomprehensible to anyone present.

The language has a unique style that is different from the Xuma language and the ancient Saga language, and the overall beauty is a kind of ups and downs.

If there were a linguistics expert present, he or she would probably agree that this strange language bore some resemblance to Ancient Norse, but was clearly more complex and diverse. The civilization that spoke this language must have been highly developed, otherwise it would have been impossible to produce such a sophisticated language structure, nor would it have required such a large number of complex noun and verb combinations.

Obviously, the group of guys led by the old one-eyed man didn't realize all this at all, and they didn't even care what the other party said.

Adventurers were a very complex group. Among them were noble beings like the knights described by the bards, and also despicable individuals who were not much different from bandits in their daily lives. As for the group before them, they were clearly closer to the latter.

This was also the reason why the other adventurers, observing this scene from afar, felt so comfortable letting them serve as cannon fodder. They had always felt that associating with these guys was completely detrimental to their reputations, so now they had no problem using them.

"Don't be afraid! Don't retreat!" On the other side, the one-eyed old bandit who noticed that someone was trying to sneak away immediately roared. He used his vicious eyes to "press down" those who wanted to escape, and then raised the rusty scimitar in his hand and pointed it at the surrounded figure.

"That damn dwarf is alone! Everyone, attack him together! Don't let him get away!"

Hearing this and feeling the unsettling pressure, many adventurers could no longer contain their rising emotions and started to scream and pounce on the surrounded short figures.

The next moment, an extremely piercing and terrifying scream was heard in the field. The sound was so sharp that it was like scratching a blackboard or glass with fingernails, making people feel extremely uncomfortable and numb from the roots of their teeth to their heels.

The hissing came from the short figures who were surrounded. Just one sound caused the fastest adventurers to spurt blood from the corners of their eyes, ears and noses, and then they fell to the ground without a sound.

At this moment, the hood of the man in black robe has been lifted, revealing an extremely childish face.

He, or rather her face, looked like that of a young child, but her entire body was covered in cold, hard armor emitting a metallic luster. To be more precise, it was a cold, hard shell emitting a metallic luster.

The shell is shiny silver-white all over, with bright green lines like blood vessels running throughout the body. The overall feeling it gives people is more like an insect exoskeleton than metal armor, and it is full of a sense of life.

In fact, even that face, resembling a human child, was different. The pupils and whites of the eyes blended together, revealing a polygonal structure identical to an insect's compound eyes. The sharp teeth protruding from either side of the lips weren't cute little canine fangs, but rather freely movable chelicerae.

These minor differences immediately made the entire face look very strange, like some kind of alien creature that was similar to humans but had subtle differences. Looking at it would produce a frightening and weird feeling.

Not a human... not a 'he', not a 'she', but it!!!

It's a bug beast! Even beyond the knight level, it's a powerful bug beast at the lowest level of hero level!!!

A roar knocked down most people. Even the dumbest guy who saw this scene would immediately understand that the gap in strength between the two sides was so big that it could not be made up by numbers alone.

The few low-level adventurers who survived immediately let out terrified screams and fled in different directions like scattered birds and beasts. The change in their attitudes gave this horrific scene filled with blood and death a touch of black humor, making it inexplicably ridiculous.

Of course, after laughing, the other adventurers who were scouting from a distance did not hesitate to release their familiars, summoned beasts, or use short-distance communication magic or other things that could transmit information.

This seemingly troublesome enemy should be left to the ridiculously powerful client to deal with himself!

However, what unfolded afterwards was quite surprising.

Less than five minutes after the message was sent, a bright light suddenly appeared in the sky, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

This ray of light fell straight down, faster than lightning and thunder, and more powerful than thunderbolt, while also being accurate to an error of no more than one meter in radius.

boom!

The powerful insect beast that had just killed a group of low-level adventurers was immediately enveloped by the light, and its sharp and piercing death roar was instantly filled with pain.

Even the gravel at its feet turned red and shiny in a very short time, and then melted into a ball of molten glass emitting a dark red light, which shows how drastic the temperature change was.

The fist arrives before the person arrives.

A variety of boxing techniques, this is the main gun of the Rogilas, this is the plasma ray fist!

Chapter 114: One Hundred Bursts

Thousands of meters above the sky, on the flat top deck of the Rogilas.

The tip of Ivan's index finger shone with an exceptionally bright and sharp light like a star in the night sky, and the attack that just now crossed a long distance and hit the target quickly and accurately was also from his hand.

Recently, Ivan hadn't been slacking off on his training. He had become increasingly proficient in the secret technique of controlling the string of force, originally derived from the Storm Fighting Holy Fist, and had also developed new methods of using it in conjunction with his soul abilities.

In fact, just like how the Witch King Horhara used his soul power to strengthen his own defense and develop an unshakable strong body, the integration of original skills and soul power is the most basic thing that needs to be mastered to become a superior transcendent, and it is also the biggest transformation after one's own combat power system reaches a high level.

Use light as the medium, force as the charge, and boxing as the barrel.

This is the plasma beam fist!

This punch simultaneously delivers a combination of high temperature and explosive damage, as the extremely concentrated light directly heats the air, transforming it into an extremely unstable plasma. As for speed, even though it doesn't reach the theoretical speed of light, this punch still possesses incredible range and accuracy.

While at first glance, associating the word "range" with boxing might sound absurd, this new boxing style's range could even be used for anti-aircraft defense, making it a true long-range boxing style. But considering the desert boxing style already boasts many seemingly nonsensical styles, the mere presence of a boxing style capable of sniping at great distances isn't surprising.

Blowing out the remaining light from his fingertips like a cowboy blowing out the smoke from the barrel after drawing his gun and firing rapidly, Alvin used a playful look to accurately lock onto the desert in the distance that had taken on the appearance of molten glass across time and space.

In the dark red, glowing liquid formed by the melting sand, the 'thief,' her silver shell gleaming, slowly rose from the liquid glass. The molten glass, cooled by the drop in temperature, solidified within the solid silver shell. As she rose, it shattered into pieces, scattering like transparent glass snowflakes.

To Alvin, that strange figure actually displayed a different kind of beauty. It was not the beauty of flowers or beautiful opposite sex, but a kind of beauty that belonged to weapons, like the sharp beauty of a famous sword handed down from generation to generation with gorgeous blade patterns all over it.

It is a mixture of human and insect characteristics. Perhaps it can be called a hybrid insect beast, or a hybrid insect?

Such an alien being is obviously a monster bred by the Witch King Horhala.

No, if my guess is correct, perhaps Holhala himself doesn't know what the true nature of this thing is...

While he was thinking, the hybrid insect beast that had crawled out of the molten glass "lake" was trembling slightly with its slender limbs that supported its body. Its human-like face was left with several horrific burn marks from the previous attack.

But this unknown person seemed to feel no pain at all, allowing her wounds to be exposed to the dry, hot desert wind. Then, the wounds all over her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

hum!

The sound of an engine starting came from behind him. Alvin, who was thinking, jumped up from the spot without even turning his head.

The next second, a biplane in the form of a cat-and-bug took off from the top deck of the Rogilas by ski jumping.

Ivan, who had jumped earlier, also landed perfectly on the flat roof of the biplane under the influence of gravity. Like a pilot of an iron eagle, he rode the biplane standing up and quickly approached the battlefield, his eyes fixed on the hybrid insect beast undergoing self-repair in the distance.

Even though they were at a great distance, the short hybrid still felt a sensation similar to that of an ordinary person being stared at by a wild beast, even stronger than that. It was as if he had walked right in front of the main gun of a battleship without wearing any protective gear. Even if he was just staring silently into the dark muzzle in a silent environment, he could still understand what fear was, the fear of advanced killing weapons and extreme violence.

"Suffering an attack with a combat power of more than 1000, calling up the reserve genetic library, modifying traits, and switching modes..." The voice that came out of the hybrid insect beast's mouth was as flat as a machine, but her appearance began to change dramatically.

The tiny but extremely energy-dense fat-like tissue disappeared quickly like grease on fire. The originally short and slender hybrid insect beast immediately began to grow tall and strong. Its human-like limbs became thicker than an ordinary person's waist. Its beautiful face was also covered with a layer of carapace similar to other parts of the body. There were two thick, slightly curved horns on its forehead that stood up towards the sky, which looked quite similar to the large jaws unique to catalpa insects, sharp and powerful.

"Hercules mode, transformation complete."

Seeing this scene, Alvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Aside from the different shell color, this hybrid insect of questionable origin was almost identical to the heroic Ghost in the Shell Heracles he had once seen.

After the upgrade, the biplane that Catworm was piloting was now much faster than the original one. In just a few breaths, they transported their giant Chieftain to the top of the battlefield.

Then, the 'bombing' began!

Ivan clasped his arms together, releasing the force strings that held him to the wing.

Maintaining this motion, he plummeted towards the ground hundreds of meters away, without any intention of slowing down. The wind whistled in his ears, and the young man's eyes rolled downward, revealing the unruly confidence of an eagle overlooking the earth.

Invisible Throne——Activate!

With the awakening of Ivan's own soul power, this characteristic, born from his branch talent, [Star Soul], also received an epic enhancement. At this moment, an invisible yet tangible magical pressure descended from above with a thunderous roar.

Even the adventurers who had already moved a long distance away felt their bodies were extremely heavy, and the hybrid insect beasts that were hit hard by this pressure were like being sucked into a hydraulic press. Every inch of their exoskeleton was enveloped by exaggerated magical pressure. The glass that had just begun to solidify under their feet quickly cracked and shattered, and their feet wrapped in solid silver shells sank down bit by bit.

This made the unknown hybrid insect-beast immediately bend over and arch its back to resist the pressure. It looked as fierce as a beast pouncing on its prey, but it was also a standard action when an animal becomes alert due to feeling threatened.

Just by being close, such a terrifying pressure was revealed...

As expected, he is the Overlord! This is the Overlord!

The adventurers on the periphery sighed heartily upon witnessing this scene, and at the same time, they used their hands and feet to speed up as much as possible. Familiar with the characteristics of the extraordinary, they knew they were now trying to gain distance, even if they had to crawl. Otherwise, they would be caught in the even more terrifying storm, and there was no hope of leaving even a complete body behind.

In the sky, Ivan's falling figure suddenly stopped without any warning, and the whole person seemed to be "standing" in the sky as if he was standing on invisible steps.