Star Forge Titan

"What happened? What did our ally say?" asked the high priest while estimating the amount of flesh on the crying child.

"He has dealt with his opponent, so let's start the final plan directly." The cultist whispered.

"Oh? It seems that things are going well." The old man nodded happily, not knowing whether it was because of the pressure of the fat boy in his hand or the news he heard, or both of them made him happy.

"Next, he will release the private undead army he has accumulated over the past few decades, and hope that we will speed up the pace of creating chaos. After all, only enough blood and a large amount of distortion of life can serve as a signpost to guide our Lord to bypass the Wall of Sighs and bring down divine power on the material world." The believers said excitedly.

"That's right, but don't forget one thing. That collaborator's goal is different from ours. He wants to survive longer, while we want to spread our Lord's boundless love."

"Look at those fallen mortals. Aren't they stronger and freer now than before?"

Pointing at the secondary infected people who were gradually transformed into monsters after being infected by the wolf plague virus, the old high priest laughed hoarsely, "Owl, owl, owl, owl," and a kind expression emerged on his face, just like that of a real clergyman.

In a sense, he is indeed a clergyman, but the object of his faith is the Lord of Rot and Plague, the Immortal Corruptor, the Eternal Sore, the Stinking One - Narwhal, an evil being that rules over the Deep Hell's Stagnant Heaven.

At this moment, some terrifying and invisible pressure suddenly appeared.

That is the magical pressure created by the powerful who activate the magic power in their bodies, interfering with the mana in the surrounding natural environment.

The old high priest's expression changed. As one of the high priests of the cult in the Elrond region, although he was only a second-level transcendent, he had transformed his body into a regenerated body through various blood sacrifices and blasphemous rituals over the past fifty years. At the same time, he was also blessed to spread the plague and draw magic power from the plague.

But even though he was well-informed, he had never felt such terrifying magical pressure.

This old monster, who had been wreaking havoc on the land of Elrond for nearly half a century, didn't know that what he felt was the product of the resonance of 70,000 units of positive energy and the original magic of the tyrant.

"You guys are really...unforgivable!" A voice filled with suppressed anger came from the other end of the dark street.

Along with the crisp sound of armor clashing, the dark clouds were dispersed, and the clear moonlight shone down, illuminating the dense and silver-colored army of silver knights that looked like fish scales.

Among the row of sturdy knights, there was a figure taller than the others, wearing silver-blue mithril armor and holding a dark red long sword pointing towards this side.

His black hair was spread out behind him, and a mithril mask covered his face. It was a mask carved in the image of the legendary heroic warriors under the command of the great god Odin. In the center was engraved ancient runes that could block mental attacks. The metal features exuded a cold and hard steel light, just like the cold murderous intent flowing in the wearer's heart at this moment.

Behind the mask, Alvin's face was filled with suppressed anger.

You should never overestimate the bottom line of cultists, because they have no bottom line at all.

This was what the guild senior who once led him told Alvin.

Once he concentrates on his competitive state, he should not be disturbed by personal emotions.

But the tragic scenes he saw of people fighting to the death with the cultists along the way made the justice that had never been extinguished in the boy's heart burn fiercely.

In the past, he had seen the ugly side of human nature, but compared with the scene before him, it was nothing more than a game of chess in a peaceful environment.

What was originally just a game plot turned into reality, turned out to be so ugly and unbearable!

The real evil is this kind of filth that is rotten to the core and must be purified like a disease!

As if echoing the wrath of its master, a purifying flame suddenly rose from the crimson blade of Burning Justice.

Holding the burning sword high, Ivan gave these orders to the silver knights around him in a voice without any emotion.

"Everyone, His Majesty has only one order: kill the enemy on sight!"

"Kill the enemy on sight!" The Silver Knights banged their breastplates hard, shouting with a loud and powerful sound.

The cultists watched in horror as the tall silver knights burst out at a speed faster than a galloping horse. For ordinary people, weapons would be two-handed giant swords or long-handled battle axes, but they were held in one hand and roared down with strong murderous intent.

The two sides fought in a group, and the remains of the cultists flew high with blood. The high priest thought about it and felt that something was wrong. How come the knights of Elrond came so quickly, as if they had been notified in advance.

Could it be... Could it be that someone betrayed us!?!

The chief priest of the Undead Cult, filled with shock and anger, suddenly saw a red light appear in the distance. Before he could react, he felt a chill on his arm, followed by an intense pain from being burned by positive energy.

The broken arm fell, and the crying baby was caught in mid-air by a hand wrapped in silver-blue metal armor.

With the combined strength of Phase Boots, Ring of Agility, and Cat's Girdle, Ivan, whose own agility attribute reached 19 points, appeared in front of the high priest across the battlefield as if teleporting.

Behind him was a field of burning broken arms and body parts. Some low-level believers who had transformed into plague wolves were even directly smashed or trampled to death.

The formal believer who had just presided over the report was knocked five meters away by Ivan. After bending a roadside tree, he was bounced back by the bent branches and rolled to his feet, spitting blood.

"Maria!" Alvin shouted without turning his head, and nailed the cultist whose sternum was completely shattered to the ground with a sword, then raised his hand and put the baby behind him.

A figure flashed out of the darkness. Maria, the deputy commander of the Knights Templar wearing black leather armor and holding two daggers, quickly took the child.

"Damn it! Who are you!?" The chief priest roared a few times but did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He quickly used the sacrificial knife to cut off the arm that was still burned by the purifying flame.

Soon, buds of flesh began to grow rapidly from the broken part of his limb, entwining with each other to form a complete arm without skin.

"Kill your people!" Without any nonsense, the red light flashed again.

This time, the bishop, on guard, dodged to the side, chanting incantations in blasphemous language from hell, and waving his hands to throw a large amount of plague virus to the front in an attempt to force the attacker to dodge.

But the other party didn't care about the poison at all. He walked straight through the green mist, grabbed the chief priest's head with one hand and lifted him up high.

"This... this is impossible!?" The officiant, who had never expected such a development, struggled to utter a sound of disbelief in his hand.

The epidemic virus that can make a superhuman fall ill in just a few seconds was as ineffective as air.

"I have an interesting idea." Ivan's voice was cold, just like the white tide that ruthlessly devoured everything on the northern ice field.

A dark golden light flashed between the black-haired boy's fingers. The gravel and sand on the ground quickly floated up and gathered in his hands. The big hand made of solidified earth and stone firmly blocked the high priest's cursing mouth, and then began to harden into a layer of rock gloves.

At the same time, the flawless gemstone 'Eternal Flame' inlaid on Burning Justice also emitted an elemental force. The elemental sub-plane nurtured in this gemstone is mainly composed of fire elements, so this force is also the power of fire elements.

Furthermore, because it was embedded in 'Armament of Heaven, Burning Justice', this extracted elemental force was also mixed with some positive energy that possessed purifying power.

The elemental power mixed with positive energy flowed into the rock gloves worn on Ivan's hands, and merged with the rock under the influence of the dark golden light emitted after the activation of [Reshaping the World].

Extremely low-quality and unstable elemental crystals began to appear on the surface of the rock glove, making it look like a luxurious glove inlaid with a large number of gems.

"Feel honored! You will be the first cultist in the world to die from the Rocket Fist." A sneer appeared on Ivan's lips.

"Woo woo woo woo." The chief priest widened his eyes. He had no idea what the young boy in front of him, who terrified even the cultists, was saying, but he instinctively felt a strong fear.

Unfortunately, the cultist's mouth was blocked and he couldn't even beg for mercy at this moment.

Although, even if he begged for mercy, he would not be able to get away with it...

Under the high priest's terrified and desperate gaze, the unstable element crystals at the end of the rock gloves began to glow and heat up.

Then, a torrent of flames gushed out, turning the heavy rock fists and the cultists held in them into meteors that rose in the opposite direction and flew high into the sky.

finally--

Boom! A brilliant flash of fire flashed across the sky, and bits of gravel and flying ashes fell to the ground. Apart from that, no solid object longer than a centimeter could be seen.

Until this moment, Alvin retracted his outstretched arm. Due to the characteristics of mithril, there was no sign of redness or heat even when bombarded by elemental power at close range.

Looking at the scattered ashes, a word came out of his mouth.

"First."

Then, Alvin turned and looked at the dark alley not far away.

"Come out, you didn't do anything just now, so you must not be a cultist."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young woman in aristocratic hunting clothes walked out of the alley with a pair of exceptionally long legs.

She had long curly chestnut hair, and her eyes, like a Persian cat, reflected green and blue luster respectively. Her face was full of charming smile, but if you looked closely, you could see the hidden tension and uneasiness in it. Even the magic steam gun in her hand was shaking slightly.

Ivan didn't recognize the person who came at all, but Kayang definitely knew him.

After all, the two had just completed an intelligence exchange that satisfied both parties.

At that time, the young black-robed wizard exchanged intelligence for some books on Lind's magical technology, and also received an additional magical steam gun. He was completely defeated in the subsequent "comparison" with the existence that was both an enemy and a friend.

"A...elf? Well, no, it's a half-elf." Alvin said with some surprise.

"How did you figure that out?!" This surprised the visitor even more than him, as he had clearly used magic and makeup to double-disguise himself.

"Oh, it's just because of some gifts." Ivan narrowed his golden eagle eyes. The eagle eyes, which have the ability to see through illusions, can take effect passively without being activated.

In his sight, the young woman who had been hiding in the alley had two faces. One was beautiful but enchanting, and the other was even more beautiful with a pair of half-long pointed ears.

That bastard Khayang has caused me so much trouble! God knows why he suddenly bought so much alchemical explosives! Is he using it to fry fish?!

The half-elf named Boshia scolded inwardly with great anger.

Originally, she should have left Elrond after completing the first intelligence transaction and confirming that this line could be used.

However, due to a temporary request made by Kayang, Miss Boxia, who was nominally the manager of the Genoa Chamber of Commerce but was actually an intelligence worker from another country, had to stay for a few more days.

Under normal circumstances, there would usually not be any impact in just a few days, but tonight a cult riot occurred, an emergency that is rarely seen in ten years.

The Central Business District, where the Chamber of Commerce was located, became the cultists' first target, along with the Lower Town. Considering their absolute numerical disadvantage, Boshia decisively led his guards and men to quickly break out.

Relying on the threat of the magic steam gun to low-level transcendents, they successfully rushed out of the commercial district after suffering certain casualties.

But because of the extensive use of magic steam guns, Boshia knew that he could no longer stay in Evanmore and had to evacuate immediately, otherwise their identities would be exposed.

As a result, on the way to the port to escape by boat...strategic turn, they encountered the main force of the cultists and engaged in a battle with the Silver Knights of Elrond's Palace Guard.

This is... very bad.

Good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortune never comes alone.

However, Boxia encountered an even worse situation afterwards. Her second disguise was exposed before her first disguise was exposed.

Due to their long lifespan, elves hold a very important position in the Genoese Confederation. Their special knowledge of economics earns them respect and loyalty from many commercial city-states. Even half-elves have a status similar to that of nobles in other countries.

So, how could a half-elf from the Genoese Confederation appear in the capital of the Kingdom of Elrond with a magic steam gun produced by the Lind Empire?

This is a question worth pondering.

Looking at the cold mithril mask on the tall knight's face, the blazing sword in his hand, and the full set of magical equipment on his body, the half-elf Boshia's smiling mouth twitched constantly, and the smile on his face became even more stiff.

My dear father, who is enjoying the sunshine and beaches far away on the Eternal Island, your daughter, Miss Berthea Westfield, seems to have run into big trouble.

Chapter 62: The Crazy Corpse Out of the Cage

It must be admitted that Miss Portia Westfield was indeed a beautiful woman.

Her legs were so long that the area below her waist was almost legs, and her breasts were as plump as those of the eldest princess.

The fox eyes with upturned corners add a touch of charm to the charming face, and the blue and blue pupils are even more mysterious.

But Ivan couldn't help but frown. Logically speaking, if he had seen such a distinctive person before, he would at least have an impression of him. With his excellent memory now, as long as he had some impression, he wouldn't make a mistake.

However, despite the other person's name and appearance giving people a subtle sense of déjà vu, it didn't quite match the several famous characters he remembered. This was true whether it was the face disguised by magic or the true appearance glimpsed through the golden pupils.

Could it be that after experiencing this incident, Miss Boxia went to see a wizard for plastic surgery?

The Order of the Flesh and Blood does have the technology, but they don't seem to offer the corresponding service. Hmm? Wait, it seems I could tell Frey this as a way to increase her income. Write it down.

While various thoughts were running through his mind, Alvin did not stop moving.

He took a few steps forward and looked down at the half-elf who was about half a meter shorter than him.

"Who are you?" He asked directly without any beating around the bush, and at the same time made another rock boxing glove.

The gushing flames pushed the gloves inlaid with unstable fire element crystals to shoot out violently. The irregular surface caused by the protruding rocks tore the air with a sharp whistling sound, like a fist-sized magic RPG drilling into the group of stubbornly resisting cultists, followed by a violent explosion with a power comparable to that of an extremely powerful fireball.

The scattered debris of the cultists were scattered all over the ground, and several Silver Knights who were too close were almost blown down by the aftermath of the explosion despite being wearing heavy armor.

But this did not make the knights feel disgusted with Alvin. Instead, they looked at the temporary commander with more respect. A leader who could charge with swords was the superior that best conformed to the traditional concept of the Elrond people. What's more, he led the way in using decapitation tactics to effectively reduce his own losses.

The cultist chief priest who seemed difficult to deal with was a notorious evil man. He had caused considerable harm in various parts of Elrond for more than fifty years. Many plague incidents were related to him. Killing him was a complete relief to the people.

At this moment, this heroic young transcendent used such a magnificent and manly attack method to continuously disintegrate the enemies who tried to reorganize their front lines, causing the battle to quickly turn into a one-sided clearing. In the eyes of the knights, he was truly the best battlefield general.

But to others like Boshia, the tall man in front of him wearing a metal mask seemed very threatening.

He fought in such a brutal manner, and wore such a terrifying metal mask. Behind that mask must be a scarred northern berserker, the kind of warrior who, in the heat of the moment, would go so mad as to slaughter even his own men.

The half-elf kept complaining in his heart, but the smile on his face became sweeter and sweeter.

"A traveling economist." Hearing Ivan's question, she blurted out the answer without hesitation:

Boxia took two steps closer, then showed an expression of lingering fear.

"Oh my God, tonight... tonight is so scary, I never expected to encounter something like this." The charming half-elf had a terrified expression as if she was about to cry, which made people want to hug her in their arms and protect her well.

But Alvin was unmoved. He extracted the elemental power and fused it with the rock to transform it. Unstable element crystals were quickly formed in batches. Perhaps because his core talent [Reshaping the World] was not developed enough, this kind of fire element crystal could not be preserved for a long time, but there was no problem using it as a disposable explosive.

For boys, teenagers and men, setting off firecrackers is an extremely enjoyable thing, even more fun than many other things.

"Interesting, a half-elf economist from Genoa would actually show up in the capital of Elrond, armed with a magical steam gun produced by Lind."

As he spoke, under the twitching eyelids of Miss Boshia, he used his rocket punch for the third time to blast the cultists to the ground, making them cry for their parents, and he took the initiative to give himself four legs in the hope of running faster.

"As a traveling scholar, isn't it normal to carry some weapons for self-defense? After all, the wild environment in Elrond is very dangerous. Who knows what kind of beasts or monsters you will encounter." Boshia smiled fakely and took two steps back.

She felt that the knight in front of her, wearing a metal mask and with golden eyes, seemed to be able to see through all her disguises.