Star Forge Titan

"Yeah." Ivan nodded and turned to walk towards the knights, waving his hand at the red-haired girl with his back to her.

"Then I'll be back soon."

Chapter 59: Flame Sword Kills Evil

"Evan!" The shout from behind made the boy stop.

As soon as I turned around, I felt a soft body crash into my arms.

Then, teeth that could crush steel and hardened ceramics collided with teeth that could crush gems and gold.

If steel collides with bone, perhaps only the bone will feel pain, but if steel collides with steel, it is likely that both sides will feel pain.

"Ouch!" Two cries of pain rang out at the same time.

But when they looked at each other, smiles appeared on both of their faces.

"You must come back."

"Ah, I see."

The figures of the boy and girl overlapped for a moment, and then separated again without hesitation.

Ivan strode towards the assembled knights, with Afrediya behind him holding the long staff tightly in her hand.

Riding on Evanmore's six-legged cold-blooded steed, the Silver Knights, led by the Black Knight leader, Ashram, marched out in full force! The sound of horse hooves echoed throughout the palace like thunder in the sky!

Looking at the smoke and dust going away, the eldest princess let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you gone?" After saying that, she subconsciously pressed her lips, then shook her head vigorously with a flushed face.

"Cheer up, Frey, you still have things you must do." Afrediya took a deep breath and raised the long staff inlaid with a huge magic gem high in her hand.

An extremely pleasant voice, like singing and reciting a poem, came out of her mouth. It was not the Xuma language commonly used in human countries, nor was it the ancient Saga language often used by magicians when casting spells, but the celestial language from the upper plane!

The girl's red hair rose up like flames. Although her own magic power was limited, from the multiple rings, earrings, armlets, wristbands and other accessories all over her body, as well as the belts, boots, robes, necklaces, pointed hats and other equipment she wore, a bottomless magic power like the sea was gushing out!

"Woo!" The eldest princess let out a muffled groan that seemed a bit labored.

It was as if all the blood in her body was boiling, and a huge amount of magic power that ordinary low-level human mages could not bear flowed through Afrediya's body.

Tiny golden scales emerged from the red-haired girl's limbs, neck, behind her ears, and on both cheeks. Her originally pink nails began to grow into dark brown crystalline curved claws. A layer of light golden color with a hint of rainbow light spread upward from the bottom of the curled horns behind her ears, as if the originally white curled horns were plated with a layer of gold.

Behind him, his long tail covered with golden scales lifted up his robe and slapped the ground with a whistling sound, causing the solid blue bricks to crack and shatter.

The bright red pupils seemed to be burning, and the originally gentle and natural charming temperament disappeared. As the black animal pupils turned into prismatic shapes, the aura of a superior who suppressed all living beings and ruled all wild beasts emerged spontaneously.

Standing in the center of the square was no longer the beautiful and greedy princess, but an ultimate predator that occupied the top of the food chain.

At this moment, even the dark clouds in the sky were pierced by the sudden rise of magical pressure, leaving a circular gap with a diameter of thirty meters.

The holy moonlight poured down like water and dew, shining on Afrediya, making the girl look like she was bathed in glory, with dots of golden light.

The last chant came out of her mouth.

"Open, gate to the upper world!"

A golden-red light shot out from the top of the staff, rushed into the sky and then fell to the ground, like a rolling coin, quickly outlining a huge circular light gate.

At the same time, in the upper planes, similar circular light gates appeared one after another in areas filled with positive energy, such as the Seventh Heaven, the Free Wilderness, and the Star-Moon Forest. From these, Afrediya's voice rang out:

"Creatures of the upper realms, please hear my call. The good fight for justice requires the aid of good spirits. In the name of Afredia Antonia Josephine Gusmith, daughter of Antonia King of the Radiant Wings, heir to the ancient dragon's blood, I ask you to come and join the fight. I am willing to pay..."

"Mom, mom, what is that?" Seeing the light gate, a furry celestial bear cub that looked like a rolling cotton ball chirped and nudged its mother who was taking an afternoon nap in a tree and asked.

"Hmm?" The female celestial bear, who was two times bigger than the male, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose and finally noticed the ring-shaped light gate that the cub was pointing at.

After listening carefully for a moment, the mother bear's breathing became noticeably faster, and her little eyes seemed to emit two rays of light like gold coins.

"My child." She stroked the bear cub's head vigorously with her trembling bear paws. She was so excited that she made the bear cub stagger and roll three meters away. She was definitely his biological mother.

"Remember this sound." The mother bear lifted her cub and pointed it at the light gate.

"Why?" asked the little bear cub, confused.

"Because, that's a fat sheep... No, without a doubt! That's justice itself calling!!!"

The cries echoed one after another in all directions, and the peaceful and beautiful forest in the upper realm seemed to be on fire. As wolves ran and rabbits scurried away, a large number of strong and powerful celestial creatures roared and rushed towards the circular light gate.

Like a claw machine exploding, the previously empty plaza after the Silver Knights' departure was filled with celestial beings pouring out of the light gate at a visible rate. Many of them didn't even arrive as reduced-power projections, but rather in their true form, as if they had no fear of perishing.

Before long, many agile animals quickly headed to the noble territory in the upper city as royal messengers. At this time, the human messengers sent out earlier were still on their way on horseback.

The nobles, already awakened by the distant sound of horse hooves, were waiting in their bedrooms for servants to report what had happened outside. Then, the animals, shimmering with holy light, landed directly at the windows or leaped into the courtyard, and began to pronounce the royal conscription order in standard Huma language.

At first, due to the conflicts and disputes caused by the royal reform, the nobles were very reluctant and dragged their feet.

But when the term 'cultists of the Undead Cult' fell into their ears...

Why? Wheat fields that should have yielded a bountiful harvest withered in droves. Fertile land cultivated by generations had become dry and cracked. A transcendental lord personally shoveled through the rock, painstakingly digging dozens of meters deep. But the next day, a deep well filled with thick green pollution drifted through. Livestock, fattened for a whole year, died en masse from disease before they could even be marketed.

Many past scenes like this flooded into the minds of every Elrond noble.

"Hello." An old count who had been putting his hands behind his ears to pretend to be hard of hearing suddenly turned his head to look at the bird of paradise perched on the window.

"Little Bird, you just mentioned... cultists, right?"

Chapter 60: Flame Sword Kills Evil

"Cuckoo?"

The bird of paradise was stunned for a moment. With its intelligence, it was not difficult to repeat human words, but it would take some time to understand them.

The old earl silently turned over and climbed up from the bed. With a "pop", the silk pajamas draped over his body turned into pieces that exploded like butterflies. The bulging veins and bulging muscles made him look ten years younger in an instant.

The Countess, who was pretending to be asleep, jumped out of bed as soon as she heard the word "cultist".

When the old earl's clothes burst during his performance, she had already pushed the maid aside and personally carried out from the cellar the super heavy Elrond full body demon plate armor weighing 150KG, which could only be used by extraordinary people.

The old earl, who had undergone the family's inherited secret ritual of transformation into the upper demon spell decades ago, picked up a two-handed axe that was heavier than his armor with one hand and began to do warm-up exercises on the bedroom floor.

When the Countess returned, the old Earl, who had completed three consecutive sets of weighted squats, stood up quickly and put on full body plate armor in silence with the help of the Countess.

The moment the old earl pushed open the door with a gloomy face, the butler and fully armed family knights who were also wearing armor were outside. Even the gardener who was tending the garden was standing at the garden gate with large gardening shears.

Moreover, the courtyards where other nobles lived became extremely noisy, and the usually polite nobles roared and roared like completely enraged beasts.

Even though they are nobles, they are also Elrond people, who inherit the martial spirit and pioneering spirit and have simple folk customs.

"The Undead Sect..."

"Undead Cult bastard!"

"Unforgivable! My fields!"

"Last year's harvest...we must slaughter them!"

"I'm going to drink from their skulls!"

“Kill them!!!”

On the street, there were even young nobles who were secretly meeting their lovers at night and jumped out of the window naked. Holding a hollow sword that was more decorative than practical, he roared and rushed towards the armed team gathered at the intersection.

The noble lady who came after him was only wearing a light veil, but in her arms she was holding a set of magic armor, while her maid followed laboriously with a two-handed sword. She grabbed her lover and forced him to put on a full set of armor, then gave him a deep kiss.

At that moment, her husband arrived in a carriage. Seeing this, both of them froze for a moment. The husband stepped forward and slapped the young noble. Then, the two of them walked side by side towards the armed troops at the intersection.

A cacophony of voices merged into one sentence.

Your Highness! Where are the cultists?

While the nobles were excited, on the other side, Vero Dishia, who had appeared in the underground sewers, was sneaking towards the palace with a group of followers of the Whisperer.

"Remember, our target is 'Eternal Flame' and the monitoring array inside the palace that is used to monitor the magical reactions within the entire Avonmore." The fallen druid, whose half body turned into wood, emphasized again and again.

"Don't cause trouble! Don't cause trouble! Don't cause trouble! Don't mess with that old devil who looks like he's on the verge of death. When he was young..." Not knowing what she was thinking of, Vero Dishia couldn't help but shudder.

She knew what kind of people her church members were, so she had to emphasize this point many times.

But looking at the gleam in their eyes, it was obvious that they all had different ideas.

Damn it, there's no hope for these guys... Oh my God, it seems that the special existence you asked us to find is difficult to find.

Looking at the war-torn Evanmore, Vero Dishia shook her head secretly, thinking that the decree issued by the gods this time would most likely not be fulfilled.

It's a pity for those rare rewards that rarely appear. Even if you can get them, you will have to fight secretly with your accomplices to really get them. But if you can't even get them, then there is no point in talking about the latter.

What a pity. You know, my God has only a few chances to transmit power through the defense lines set up by the false gods. I don’t know when the next time will be.

What a pity.

"You guys still like to imitate rats like before."

A cold and arrogant voice came from above her head. Willow Dishia looked up suddenly, only to see a figure in black clothes and armor floating in the air, carrying a javelin on his back.

Ashram looked down at this group of ignorant cultists with a sneer on his face. They thought that they had to lead the team to successfully wipe out the Undead Cult, but they didn't know that a good helper would appear from an unexpected place.

Even the leader of the Black Knights felt a little jealous when he thought of the kid who was wrapped in all kinds of equipment by the princess.

With mixed emotions, he grabbed all the javelins. The cultists opened their mouths to shout, and the javelins, filled with powerful killing power, fell like rain.

In an instant, screams rang out!

At the same time, Alvin and the Silver Knights have also started a firefight with the cultists.

As the kingdom's top knight order, each Silver Knight possesses the strength of at least a second-level transcendent. Coupled with the arcane transformation that perfectly matches their profession, they are able to compete with ordinary third-level transcendents when forming a team.

But the cultists of the Undead Sect possess all kinds of vicious and evil spells.

Combined with the various monsters summoned, those vicious spells prevented the knights from gaining the upper hand temporarily, until they heard a voice coming from far away.

"spread!"

Because they had trained together, the Silver Knights were no strangers to Ivan's voice.

The moment they instinctively dodged, they saw two rows of sharp rock spikes suddenly rise from the ground. Like giant lances, the sharp spikes pierced the ground and the cultists who were unable to dodge, piercing the ground high into the air, spraying blood into the sky.

Some cultists were even torn in two, their upper halves falling to the ground and their lower halves hanging from the trees on either side of the road. The remaining cultists who had dodged the spikes were stunned to find themselves trapped like wolves in a pit.

Before they could react, a blazing flame roared towards them.

It was an arc-shaped sword light wrapped in flames, sandwiched between two rows of barriers formed by ground spikes, completely occupying all the space for dodging, leaving the panicked cultists with no place to dodge. They could only stand in place and forcibly open their magic shields.

As a result, the divine power contained in the flames easily broke the shield that the cultists had put up together, and then the slash filled with primitive magic power cut them all into two!

Ugh! The celestial flames, capable of scorching souls, silenced the cultists' screams in mid-sentence.

Under the moonlight, Alvin walked step by step towards the burning body. The full body armor on his body was like blue-baked titanium alloy, and it emitted a unique blue halo of mithril in the moonlight.

Wisps of distorted chaotic magic flowed into the flame-wrapped "Burning Justice", turning into fuel and being forged by this celestial weapon into pure positive energy that was absorbed and stored.

The abundant magic power provided by this celestial weapon finally allowed him to unleash various tactical techniques in the game.

For example, in the "Death Canyon" just now, you first use control skills to limit the displacement space, and then use high-powered attacks to eliminate the enemy in a targeted manner.

Besides that, there are still many player tactics that may seem despicable and cruel to ordinary people but have not been tried yet. Anyway...

Cultists have no human rights!

Chapter 61: The Crazy Corpse Out of the Cage (Part 1)

"A nice offering."

The twisted bodies of the parents lay in a pool of blood.

In the cradle, a baby who was less than three months old was being held upside down by the ankle with a skinny arm covered in dark spots.

As if sensing a strong malice, or perhaps because of the coldness after being taken out of the cradle, the young child began to cry at the top of his lungs.

But the owner of the arm, a high-ranking member of the Undead Cult wearing a dark green robe, didn't care at all. His wrinkled old face even showed an expression of joy like an old farmer looking at a harvested wheat field.

Beside him, dozens of low-level servants who had transformed into plague wolves were constantly biting the survivors, thereby creating more secondary infected people who were corroded by the plague wolf virus. The victims would soon become violent and irrational monsters.

This is a corner of the lower city. The cultists know very well that the Elrond nobles in the upper city are not easy to deal with. Even though most of them are robed nobles in charge of administrative work, the martial tradition formed by thousands of years of fighting against the harsh natural environment makes the Elrond nobles much more difficult to deal with than the Lind nobles.

Therefore, in order to obtain enough sacrifices as quickly as possible, the Undead Cult invested most of its forces in the downtown area and commercial district where most civilians live.

But even among the common people, every household in Elrond was equipped with weapons and armor. Moreover, with the influence of various mystical transformations, even if they did not become extraordinary, they still possessed considerable strength.

As a result, it took the many cultists, who were all extraordinary beings, half an hour to successfully break through the barricades of a block and barely start the preparations for the sacrifice within the scheduled time.

"Master Priest." A formal believer wearing a black robe with green patterns embroidered on the edge walked up to the old man.