Star Forge Titan

Riding on a flying squirrel that had grown several times larger, Khayang immediately caught up with the two men who were moving the battlefield. Others could not guess what he was thinking, but he was the first person to arrive at the scene.

"Oh, it's Khayon." A thin figure standing on the dark scorched earth slowly raised his head and looked at him calmly.

Gaius Marius, this old wizard had blood constantly flowing out of his face, and the centipede-like scar on his left eye was extremely pale at this moment, like a bloodless dead person.

But the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a stiff and weird smile.

"My dear apprentice, the evil Lucius has been eliminated, and order in the Mage Tower will soon be restored."

Pointing at the faceless, still twitching body in the distance, the frail wizard with the appearance of 'Gaius' spoke in an exceptionally excited voice.

"Yes...that's it, you are really too powerful! You destroyed the enemy so easily!" The fake smile on Khayang's face froze for a moment, and then became more intense, and his already sweet voice revealed an extremely flattering tone.

"Hahaha, just an old fellow bound by the past." Gaius laughed twice, his expression gradually becoming more natural, his muscles bulging, and even old scars appearing on his skin.

"Well, since Lucius is dead, you can continue to be my apprentice. It just so happens that there is an important matter recently that requires manpower." 'Gaius' walked to Khayon and patted his shoulder vigorously.

"However, Khayon, you must remember this man's fate." A faint voice sounded from Gaius' mouth as he and the young wizard looked at the skinned body.

A circle of black spells suddenly appeared on Khayang's neck. It was a powerful contract mark that bound even the soul, enough to turn powerful monsters into obedient slaves.

As early as when the secret of Lucius joining the Undead Cult was known, he and other apprentices not only joined as slaves, but were also put under such harsh shackles.

As long as the spell is forbidden by the caster, not even a single word can be uttered, and as long as the spell is forbidden, not even a single step can be taken. Even if you are far away from the territory of Elrond, you cannot escape this magical bondage.

"Of course, of course, I will definitely remember his end!" Ka Yang said repeatedly, and even ran to the body that was not completely dead yet and kicked him hard a few times.

"I will never forget the fate of such a person!" Cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead, but the smile on his face did not change at all.

"It is my greatest honor to be the apprentice of Grand Master Gaius!!!"

The young wizard laughed heartily, and at the end, tears rolled down his eyes.

The moment he lowered his head, Khayang saw the charred body moving its lips as if saying something.

The young wizard, who had been involved in gangs since childhood, had learned lip reading from an old thief, so even though it was difficult, he was still able to recognize what the other party wanted to say.

live...

Raising his head, the young wizard looked at Gaius and spoke again in an extremely sweet tone.

"Teacher, you are just like a father to me!" Ka Yang, whose entire family including his parents died more than ten years ago, expressed the most sincere emotions in his heart at the moment.

"Hahaha, there's no need for this, there's no need for this." The victorious Gaius laughed heartily, looking particularly proud.

Then, he waved his hand, and the negative energy transformed into a high-level spell called 'Dissolving Wind', completely destroying the body without leaving any residue.

Not long after, the knight troops led by Ashram Belia himself arrived at the scene.

Looking at Gaius, whose face was covered in blood, and Khayon, who was standing beside him, the Black Knight leader raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You took down a fourth-level creature so quickly? You are indeed worthy of being a former war hero, Sir Gaius Marius." He said with a tone that seemed to praise but was actually skeptical.

"He was promoted by offering sacrifices to the evil god." Gaius shook his head and continued to explain:

"So, it's still far from the real fourth level." His tone was very certain, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"I see." Ashram nodded as if accepting this statement.

"Isn't Bishop Patrick coming with you?" Gaius suddenly asked.

"Ah, he is still dealing with the Undead Cult in the city, and a few evil people who have been hiding for many years have also appeared." Ashram said tiredly.

At this time, a tall and handsome young man walked out from behind the black knight leader. His half-long, slightly curly black hair was spread behind him like a lion's sideburns. He was wearing a full body armor shining with magical light, and in his hand was a red long sword that was rolling with heat waves.

His eyes gleamed with a light as bright as molten gold, causing everyone who looked at him to subconsciously lower their heads.

Gaius's expression shifted slightly as he gazed at the boy's eyes. He seemed to sense something as the boy's gaze passed over him, and his hand, tucked into his sleeve, twitched slightly. Khayon, who had been standing behind him, took two steps back without a change of expression.

Alvin looked at the scene intently, then turned to look at the old wizard and spoke in an extremely indifferent voice.

"who are you?"

Chapter 56: Royal Treasury

A few hours ago, this long night had not yet fallen into chaos and people were still immersed in dreams.

But faintly visible sparks have begun to spread, and relying on spells and the pitch-black night, the cultists of the Undead Cult are moving through the darkness like rats.

At this moment, all the cultists rejoiced over the impending great sacrifice. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of sharp eagle eyes were about to fix their gaze upon them. And the future, filled with destruction and depravity, quietly changed with the arrival of a carriage into the royal city.

Seeing the emblem of Odin's Temple on the carriage, the silver knight guarding the gate was slightly stunned and hurried forward to salute.

As a symbol of bravery and conquest, the reverence for Odin has been deeply rooted in the Elrond's thousands of years of history and tradition as they conquered the harsh natural environment around them.

However, as knights, they still strictly completed the inspection work according to regulations.

The Silver Knights were somewhat surprised by Ivan's appearance, but they didn't dwell on it. Their experience garrisoning the royal city had taught them that some things were better left unseen.

Moreover, when the pair of golden eyes swept over them, the Silver Knights, who were second-level transcendents, actually felt a moment of fear, and then it was as if nothing had happened.

The feeling is like stretching your hand across a flame quickly. It seems to have no effect, but if you slow down a little, you will feel the pain of being burned by the flames.

"You need to learn to control these eyes." Bishop Patrick said seriously.

"The technology of the gods far exceeds the comprehension of current human civilization. We have studied the previous covenanters with their permission. Their bodies have not changed, but a special power clings to their physical foundation. The resulting effect is a gift from the gods."

"Wait, have you studied this?" Alvin's eyes widened. He had never come into contact with the priests of the Temple of Storms in previous games, but the Temple of Light, which believed in Jupiter, was extremely taboo about this kind of thing, and had even had a direct conflict with the magical holy land, the City of a Thousand Towers.

"There's nothing strange about this. The great god Odin represents conquest, and humankind's conquest of the unknown is also in line with his way." Patrick said with a smile.

"Even the great God himself is continuing on the road of conquering the unknown. Our study of God's gifts is nothing more than tracing the footsteps He left in the past." The bishop's attitude was very open-minded, even a little heroic.

Perhaps this is the cultural difference between different countries in Palladia.

Alvin thought secretly in his heart.

"In short, although we cannot fully understand God's gift, based on our existing knowledge, we can perhaps view it as a kind of enchantment, an enchantment based on the existence of life itself." Patrick paused and continued:

"Since this power requires a human body to carry it, it will naturally cause a corresponding burden. Therefore, I hope you will not use it lightly. At least learn to control it."

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance." Alvin bowed his head slightly and expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Although he was not a believer of Odin, he was generous in imparting all kinds of knowledge to him. He was truly a friendly and open-minded elder.

After entering Schönbrunn Palace, the two were quickly summoned by the Demon King because of the seriousness of the matter.

After passing through the Corridor of Mirrors, Gustav, with a tired face, met with Ivan and Bishop Patrick in the study.

After briefly explaining the information he had learned, the expression on the face of His Majesty the Demon King, who listened carefully, became increasingly serious. He had originally intended to use the information about his own deteriorating health as a pretext to lure out various troublemakers, but he had not expected that the one who would take the bait would be a giant shark hidden deep in the sea.

An Apocalypse-class strategic weapon is already a terrifying existence with combat power exceeding that of an ordinary fourth-level weapon and possessing some of the characteristics of a fifth-level transcendent. What's more, it also involves the evil hands of foreign evil gods who are trying to extend into the material world.

"We can't wait any longer." Gustav didn't hesitate. Regardless of their original fishing goal, they must now gather the strength of all the Elrond people to fight this disaster.

"Ashram!" the demon king shouted in a loud voice that didn't sound like a sick person.

"I am here." In the shadows, the black knight leader Ashram Belia, who had been standing there for some time, knelt on one knee with the clanging sound of armor colliding and answered in a deep voice.

"You can mobilize all the Silver Knights. If necessary, bring the Black Knights along." Gustav's voice was as cold and firm as steel.

"Your Majesty, what about your own safety?" Ashram frowned.

"It doesn't matter. At least I can still protect my own home." Gustav smiled at his best friend. The shadow behind him expanded rapidly, and two wings as sharp as blades seemed to be able to cover the entire palace.

"Then, my majesty, what are the specific orders?" Ashram also smiled, but the smile on his face was full of cunning and coldness like a hungry wolf.

"Specific orders? Do I need to say more?" Gustav raised his index finger towards the zenith. Although his face was full of illness, he was still like a setting sun. Even though it was close to falling, it still emitted light and heat that could not be ignored.

"There is only one order, and only one..." said the 42nd Demon Lord Gustav Adol Andre Gusmith word by word.

"Kill the enemy when you see him!"

"My knight, my friend, go and kill all the enemies that threaten Elrond! Leave no one behind!"

"I will obey your command, Your Majesty!" Ashram stood up, shook the black cloak behind him, and strode out of the palace.

Soon, a sharp whistle was heard outside to assemble the knights.

"As for you, Ivan Elian." The devil looked at Ivan standing in front of him. The pair of golden eyes made him stunned for a moment, and then he showed a gentle expression.

"Go stay with Fulei. This war doesn't need young people to be on the front lines yet."

"I..." Alvin was about to say something when Bishop Patrick suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

"What's wrong? Patrick, my old friend, what do you want to say?" Gustav looked at the bishop. Because of the delicate relationship between the nobles and the temple, although they knew each other, they rarely met each other.

"Sir Elian has become the covenantor of the Great God." Patrick said directly.

"...This is really surprising." Gustav raised his eyebrows.

"In other words, the Great God believes that the boy before him will be the key to influencing the future?"

"Yes, at least in my humble opinion, that's true," Patrick said affirmatively.

Upon hearing these words, a slight sound could be heard from behind the curtain in the distant corridor, and everyone present turned their eyes over there.

The red-haired girl, wearing a white nightgown and a makeshift black fur cloak, walked out with some uneasiness.

"Ivan." Afrediya looked at the black-haired boy with worry.

It’s okay, Alvin shook his head to signal her not to worry.

"Frey, now that things have come to this, you should act like an Elrond woman," Gustav whispered.

The harsh environment created a tough folk character. According to tradition, the women of Elrond would not cry when their men went to war, but would only prepare weapons and shields for them, and even go into battle with them fully armed.

"I understand." Afrediya bit her lip and then showed a determined look.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to go to the upper city to recruit the descendants of various noble families. The nobles of Elrond should appear at the forefront when the natural disaster comes, just like in the past thousand years. Even the Gusmith family is no exception!" At this moment, the expression of the kingdom's eldest princess was almost exactly the same as that of His Majesty the Demon King, equally firm and tough.

“…” Gustav’s expression changed slightly, but he finally showed a relieved smile.

"Here, this is the key to the family treasury. You can access all the inventory in it at will." His Majesty the Demon King pulled out a silver key emitting magical light from his neck with a slightly helpless expression.

"No matter what, my daughter, I hope you can protect yourself."

"Then, Afrediya, go show those noble boys the heroic figure of the future 43rd Demon King!" Gustav said seriously.

"Yes!" Afrediya responded with her face flushed with excitement.

Then she quickly walked to Ivan and subconsciously held his hand.

The black-haired boy instantly felt a sharp gaze cast on him, and the pressure contained in it was far more terrifying than the third-level transcendent he had encountered before.

If Fulei didn't show up, would I just go to the front line empty-handed?

Although he knew that the situation shouldn't be like this, Alvin couldn't help but silently complain in his heart.

Then the 42nd Demon King looked at the silent temple bishop and spoke in a deep voice.

"Even if we need to send young people to the front lines, as elders, we should at least not let them go into battle empty-handed. Don't you agree, Bishop Patrick?"

"Of course, I will also open the temple's armory. Compared to people's lives, now is not the time to be stingy with dead things." Patrick nodded and answered very straightforwardly.

"Also, I hope to organize the civilians surrounding the temple and arm them to protect their neighborhoods."

"Okay, I will temporarily grant you the power to arm and command the militia." Gustav said without any hesitation.

"Thank you for your trust. I will take my leave now. The temple's armed priests will fight alongside the Knights!"

"I look forward to your active participation."

Looking back at Ivan, the white-haired bishop strode out of the palace. Soon, the armed priests would join the battle tonight.

"Go ahead, I, an old man, will take good care of the house." Seeing that there was no outsider in the house, Gustav no longer maintained his serious look, and a hint of fatigue appeared on his face.

Then, His Majesty the Demon King looked out the window again and chuckled.

"You come and look after the house, Ostolfo."

"Oh! Have I been discovered?!" The bushes under the windowsill shook, and the second prince Ostolfo, wearing pumpkin pants and a white silk nightgown, came out with a look of astonishment on his head with leaves all over his head.

"Hmph, everyone here is a superhuman, what do you think? My stupid brother." Frey snorted unhappily, pinched the back of Ostolfo's collar, lifted him into the room with one hand, and then placed him next to Gustav.

If the unrest spreads to the imperial palace, this will be the safest place in the entire Schönbrunn Palace.

"Stay with father and don't run around." The motherly aura of the elder sister made Ostolfo shrink into a ball subconsciously.

"Dad, I'm leaving." Afrediya, with red eyes, sniffed and held Ivan's hand tightly as they walked out of the palace.

"It's so similar." Looking at his daughter's determined back as she left, Gustav couldn't help but clench his hands, and finally let out a long sigh.

Patting his son's head, his eyes revealed a bit of helplessness and self-blame. If it weren't for that damn curse and injury, he should have been the one at the forefront to protect the young man from the wind and rain!