Star Forge Titan

"Signs of reality distortion have been confirmed. The other party is likely a high-risk individual connected to the 'Great Enemy' itself!"

"...The Great Demon or the Demon Prince?" The expression of the Angel of Power who led the team turned very bitter, but he and every angel who rushed out of the fortress to meet the enemy did not slow down. Instead, they flapped their wings with all their might to drive the environmental magic power in the free space and further increase their flying speed.

"Although the intensity hasn't reached the minimum threshold of the two, the spectral depth is consistent with the corresponding value of the 'Great Enemy' itself." The young angel in charge of communication spoke with a trembling voice.

"It's very likely... a possession of the evil god."

Before he could finish his words, the young angel heard a series of screams coming from the other end of the communicator.

In the external observation screen, a scarlet light shot out from the deep depression, and then, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, it easily rushed into the battle formation composed of low-level angels.

A massacre seemed inevitable, but the animated armor's violently swung fist was stopped by another giant hand covered in golden armor.

Alvin, whose steel armor was gradually stained with golden light, stared into the depths of the empty helmet of the Despair Armor.

A roar rang out, and two rays of light shot out from the Titan's eyes!

"Your opponent... is me!"

Chapter 14: Heavenly Sin Fire

What is the evil god's possession body? It is the prototype of the great devil.

Any great demon born from the deep hell has an inseparable relationship with the evil god's body, and it is not an exaggeration to regard it as a part separated from the evil god's body.

This is because they often represent an aspect of the evil god's soul. Although they still have a certain degree of self-awareness, they are deeply influenced by the wrong path they have taken and are often extreme and stubborn about things that seem incomprehensible to others.

Even so, all the great demons undoubtedly possess power that is terrifying beyond imagination, and are strategic-level units that are enough to change the overall situation once they appear.

Alvin's understanding of this is limited. Most of his knowledge of Deep Hell and Chaos Demons comes from the latest major events in Virtual Palladio, which is scattered and lacks a complete system.

Some of the contents were absolutely secret, even the angels of the upper planes knew very little about them. However, some of the missing parts were simple contents that were close to common sense to the angels.

But this did not stop him from clenching his fists and punching the demon's horned head.

The vast universe makes combat extremely simple and straightforward.

The two sides are like two bullets that can decide their own direction of movement. They collide violently with each other again and again, then separate and collide again!

At the moment of the final collision, Ivan's fist hit the red-glowing helmet of the Despair Armor again, and the latter's clenched iron fist also hit the former's left cheek hard.

The two men's arms crossed and their fists hit each other at the same time. The reaction force generated by the impact made them stop briefly, and then they flew out quickly in opposite directions.

Inertia pushed Alvin and the Despair Armor to crash into the space fortress and the top deck of the New Rogilas respectively before they stopped.

The shock caused by the collision made the scene in front of the boy's eyes spin rapidly, and he could hardly stand up for a while. On the other side, the Despair Armor that crashed into the outer wall of the fortress was so excited that it was almost crazy.

It first lay blankly in the center of the dent made by its own collision, and then all the scales on its body began to vibrate violently.

Excitement, uncontrollable excitement. Such a violent and direct battle was exactly what it had dreamed of. The opponent was also the enemy it had dreamed of, and it might even bring about the final...

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The turbid thoughts that were about to give birth to an independent self were interrupted by the attacks from the angels, and the scarlet devil flames gushing out from the gaps in the armor suddenly rose up and danced wildly.

In an instant, the activated armor possessed by the evil god's will leaped high like a cannonball. The limited number of angels directly above it formed a tight array but were unable to stop its actions at all.

"Get out of here! Flying insects!"

The Armor of Despair roared and tore off the wings of an angel, but at the same time, more angels bravely advanced like falling raindrops.

It looked like it was charging into a battle formation of angels, but in fact, in the eyes of this living armor, there was only that figure in the distance. The angels were seriously injured simply because they blocked its way.

Whether it is this humanoid armor that gradually distorts itself during the battle, or the fragment of consciousness that now resides on it, an angel is a container that does not produce many negative emotions even in death. There is no pleasure in killing as many as there is. It is far less pleasurable than wrestling and fighting with real warriors.

[Hold on, buy time! Create opportunities!]

Unlike the irritable Despair Armor, the Angel of Power who was commanding the battle gritted his teeth and transmitted cruel orders through the air with his mind.

He knew very well that the combatants stationed in his small space fortress were not enough in terms of quantity or quality to resist the monster before him.

But there is still a Seraph candidate in the fortress, and the young mortal warrior not far away has extraordinary potential. Coupled with that huge ultra-ancient battleship, if the other angels can create opportunities for them, they may be able to kill this monster completely before it truly becomes a Chaos Demon.

However, creating such an opportunity would inevitably come at a price, which might even require sacrificing one's own life and the lives of all other angels.

However, compared to destroying the seed of a great demon in its infancy, sacrificing us lower-level angels who can be born in large numbers is nothing!

All the celestial beings are well aware that the Great Enemy is the greatest and worst mistake left in this world. As representatives of the gods and guardians of order, they must do their utmost to correct it! Even if it means sacrificing everything!

With their iron will, the angels pressed forward to surround the Armor of Despair. However, the incredible power and absolute skill displayed by the Armor of Despair in every move made it like a ruthless meat grinder, tearing everything in its path into pieces! Mincing! Tearing it apart! Crushing it!

In just one encounter, more than half of the angels were beaten to the brink of death. If it weren't for the hundreds of powerful life forces in heaven that allowed them to survive for a while even if they were cut in half, this team, which was not even a second-stage secondary force, would have been completely wiped out.

Even so, when Ivan rushed over to block the fatal iron fist swung by the Despair Armor, all the angels were already injured, and losing a limb was only considered a minor injury.

"Your opponent... is me!"

A roar rang out, and two rays of light shot out from the Titan's eyes!

Those weren't just two invisible, intangible beams of light, but two arrows! Two bullets!

A tangible light pierced through the flame-filled, dark cavity within the Armor of Despair. Then, a violent vibration, like boiling liquid, was heard from within.

boom--

Scarlet devil flames spewed out from the inside of the helmet like a dragon's breath. The flames and light immediately reached a stalemate, starting another form of fierce competition.

Ivan's heart was filled with intense indignation. He didn't have much feeling for these sacrificed angels. After all, the two sides were simply strangers who had not even exchanged names.

But anyone with a modicum of conscience would not ignore other individuals who have helped them in times of crisis. Even if they are not of the same race or compatriot, as long as their hearts have not turned into cold lead, they should not be indifferent to those who sacrificed their lives to maintain order and possess noble moral character.

The turbulent emotions and angry heart caused the young man's soul power to boil. A dazzling golden light spread across his entire Dou Qi armor, but it also emitted other strange colors.

Be angry...

The great enemy, clinging to the Armor of Despair, laughed wildly.

The young giant god fought wantonly, plundered to his heart's content, and became more powerful than he was the second before.

Even if he is consumed by the flames of rage and becomes a star destroyer that brings the end to the world, it will be the birthday of a true giant god!

Then, we will finally be able to...

The intense battle made the mind drift away, the power fluctuations were higher and higher, the devil flame and the fierce light turned into two torrents colliding with each other, eliminating,

The aftermath spread wildly, even burning the outer armor of the space fortress not far away to a shiny red.

The few angels still able to move dragged their injured companions back out. They realized with helplessness and sorrow that even as apostles of God and members of the Hundred Species of Heaven, they could no longer intervene in this battle.

This is because it was an endless battle between two powerful individuals that were close to strategic-level units. It was a truly brutal battlefield second only to that of the gods.

"Let me out, no, Seraph... Seraph candidate Yuliya requests to be released!"

At the same time, the substitute Seraphim Yuliyaer, who was on standby inside the space fortress, was shouting and knocking on the hatch.

"I want to join the battle too." The young Seraph candidate eagerly ignited his steel wings, and a gorgeous full-coverage silver-white armor quickly extended from the surface of his body.

However, even though she saw her compatriots falling one after another, and even though tears continued to well up in her eyes, the hundreds of innate disciplines of the heavenly realm prevented her from disobeying orders and setting off without permission.

"Permission to attack." Finally, the long-awaited order came.

Without waiting for the hatch to be fully opened, the substitute Seraphim Yuliya rushed out of the fortress at full speed, her figure as fast as a flash of lightning.

However, Yuliyar looked at the horrific battlefield filled with demonic flames and fierce light in disbelief. The heat wave that hit him was enough to melt even steel.

In a trance, she had the illusion that she was in hell.

Although I had only known about the horrors of the Deep Hell from books and from the mouths of my predecessors, I didn't think it would be much more exaggerated than the scene before my eyes.

Like many new recruits, the young Seraph candidate stood there in a daze for a moment, only coming to his senses when he heard the anxious calls of the Archangel of Power on the thought wave communication channel.

"New recruit, listen carefully. Although you are a Seraph, you have not yet completed your final transformation and obtained your own Holy Light of the Heart. Therefore, you only have one chance to intervene in this battle."

As a senior officer, the Angel of Power tried hard to keep his voice calm. It was not easy for him to do so now that he only had half of his body left.

As if he understood the implication of the Angel of Power's words, Yuliyar couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Heavenly Sin Fire." The young Seraph candidate murmured an armament code that had been engraved in his soul since birth.

"Yes, the Seraph's special weapon—the Heavenly Sin Tribulation Fire. Given the intensity of the magical fluctuations emanating from the battlefield right now, only by leveraging the power of that celestial weapon can we inflict decisive damage on the 'Great Enemy' possession without awakening the Holy Light of the Heart."

"But I believe you also know what consequences the forced use of the Heavenly Sin Fire will have on the candidate Seraph who only has a pair of wings before he has metamorphosed." At this point, the voice of the Angel of Power could not help but pause.

If he had to sacrifice himself, he would not have hesitated for even a moment, but the one who had to make the choice at the moment was the young junior, which made him inevitably hesitant.

"Ninth Order Law, please bear witness. The power of battlefield decision-making is now delegated to the alternate Seraph Yuliar. Young warrior, time is running out. You must make your choice quickly..."

"There's no need for that." Suddenly, a strange voice abruptly connected to the thought wave communication channel.

"According to the sacred ninth order of heaven, Seraphim Lucifer takes command of the battlefield at this moment."

"Senior Lucifer!" Yuliyar couldn't help but exclaimed, his expression full of surprise and mixed with undisguised strong admiration.

Although sound cannot be transmitted in the universe and communication between the two parties relies entirely on thought waves, she still couldn't help but shout the other party's name at this moment.

"Calm down, young and reckless junior." Although the content sounded like a blame, the voice of the Seraphim named Lucifer was full of laughter.

But soon, her tone became serious and earnest again.

"I'm still over 2,700 kilometers away from the battlefield. While theoretically still within the maximum range of the 'Heavenly Sin Tribulation Fire,' I'm also approaching its limit."

"So, next I need you to provide shooting guidance from a position close to the target to ensure the hit rate."

"Can it be done?"

"I understand! I mean, no problem!" Yuliyar raised his hand excitedly to salute, completely ignoring the fact that the other party couldn't see his movements clearly.

Well, it’s just that I can’t see clearly, not that I can’t see. After all, the visual system of the Seraph is an ultra-high-precision sighting organ that matches the range of the Heavenly Sin Fire.

"In addition, we also have to ensure the safety of that civilian. Is there any way to get in touch with him?" Lucifer quickly asked another question.

"The opponent's mind protection has naturally reached the strategic level. Without permission, even the Cherubim who specialize in mind hacking will find it difficult to do so." The Angel of Power replied helplessly.

Since the battle broke out, he has been trying to call the other party, but the hundreds of unique thought wave communication abilities of the heavens have no effect on Alvin at all. The feeling of being separated by a thick barrier is like standing on the surface and shouting into low-Earth orbit.

"There's no other way. I can only say hello in a rougher way."

After saying that, a figure more than 2,700 kilometers away suddenly slowed down.

The wings suddenly spread out like the drag plates of a fighter jet, allowing her to quickly adjust her posture and use the variable vector engines on the wingtips to offset most of the impact.

The flaming iron wings shone brightly in the firelight, as if they were made of transparent and pure crystal rather than cold and hard metal.

A large number of precisely arranged hexagonal structures can be seen on the silvery-white surface, giving it a mechanical texture unique to industrial aesthetics.

At the same time, on the almost unreal face of the Seraphim Lucifer, a pair of fiery red eyes calmly gazed into the distance.

The light condensed into two translucent crosses in front of the pupils. Combined with the data reported by the younger generation on the thought wave communication channel, the two crosses gradually enlarged and quickly adjusted until they overlapped in front of the eyebrows to form a larger cross.

A wave of light, hotter than the light of a star, arrived from farther away and enveloped Lucifer's angel wings as expected.

In an instant, three pairs, a total of six silver-white steel wings, shone brightly as if they were burning.

The middle pair of wings bends forward, while the upper and lower pairs stretch out as far as possible into an X shape.

Immediately afterwards, the light reflected from the surface of the steel wings flowed like a clear spring, quickly converging along the curved wings towards the emerald green gem inlaid in the center of the Seraph's breastplate.

"The guided light wave has been focused. Energy concentration has reached the minimum threshold. Enter the aiming parameters."

The glowing cross floating on the forehead of the Seraph also instantly turned from pure white to an almost fiery orange-red, indicating that the ultra-long-range shooting had locked onto the target.

Even though he was in space, the Seraphim named Lucifer couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Rated power Alpha, limited duration 3.75 seconds..."

"Heavenly Sin Fire, the irradiation begins!!!"

Chapter 15: Throwing Yourself into the Furnace

The flames covered the sky and the earth.

The demonic fire gushing out from the cavity of the Despair Armor was as boundless as a tide.

The increasing sense of oppression was like a mountain, weighing heavily on Ivan's shoulders.

But so what?

Even if it was a really big mountain, he had the confidence to carry it on his shoulders, and he could even try to throw the entire mountain into the sky.

At this moment, the young warrior, possessing such immense strength, wore a particularly solemn expression. This was because the battle with the Despair Armor had made him clearly aware of his own shortcomings. His extreme attributes, coupled with his almost unreasonably powerful talents, had granted him physical qualities far exceeding those of Transcendents of the same or even higher rank.

With such incredible physical prowess, even a simple straight punch could bring most enemies to near death. Similarly, with this incredible physical prowess, he could easily resist or even be immune to all kinds of direct and indirect spell effects.

But the previous attack by the Armor of Despair, which allowed the force to penetrate the barrier, made Alvin realize his own shortcomings.