Star Forge Titan

"The corrupted object has been purified, and the corrupted enemy has likely received the relevant information. We cannot give them any opportunity to continue their plans. You go notify the other angels, and I will find a way to stop their actions!"

"It's a very reasonable assignment of tasks." Alvin nodded.

"But I refuse!"

"Huh?" Lucifer looked at him in surprise.

"As for me, although I don't dislike leisurely outings, after coming to Palladia, I seem to be more accustomed to being a firefighter." The young soldier suddenly sighed with a hint of melancholy, but there was no trace of annoyance in his words.

The Seraph was stunned for a moment, then showed a helpless smile.

"Then you will surely be able to adapt to the pace of life of the Seraph quickly."

"What do you mean?" Ivan asked with a smile:

"So-called emergency situation."

Lucifer paused, and the crystalline hair on her head became brighter and brighter, just like the smile on her face that became brighter and brighter.

"For Seraph, it's just a daily routine!"

Chapter 35 Why is it you again?

Is the mission of Seraph to work overtime?

Alvin was secretly complaining in his heart, and the cabin rats who heard that there was a threat to the power of their kingdom around them were also outraged.

Perhaps because their lives are short, these seemingly adorable furry creatures have intense emotions that don't match their appearance.

The Cabin Rat King, wearing a leather crown on his head, jumped high up, holding something high above his head with his two short forelimbs.

Then, he pulled it out with all his might...pulled out half the fork.

Ivan rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again that he was not seeing things. It was indeed made of half a fork with a wooden handle and guard, and a leather 'sword' sheath, uh, a dagger?

Holding the Rat King's fork sword high, the Cabin Rat King let out a series of rodent roars. Then, a large group of middle-aged cabin rats were seen running away with indignation on their furry faces.

Immediately afterwards, the cabin rats ran out of the nest, pushing a variety of weapons. Among them were wooden spears, short swords, large shields, axes, and even wooden versions that were clearly imitations of various angel weapons.

Of course, they are all just for show in essence. Things like warships even require a dozen cabin rats to push and pull them inside in order to move.

"Have you really never interfered with the development of this civilization?" Alvin looked at Lucifer in surprise.

"They learned it by themselves!" Seraph covered his face with his hands and let out a small cry.

"Forget it. If it involves Deep Hell, it's best not to let these little guys get involved. If necessary, we can consider moving to Torch Harbor. Anyway, we have basically cleared out all the dangerous elements along the way."

"Indeed, I will have a good talk with their king." Lucifer clenched his fists as he said this.

There was another round of chaos among rats. The fat rat king with a swollen bump on his head waved his handkerchief and watched the two people leave the ecological cabin with a group of cabin rats.

"Is it really okay to not carry any equipment?" Holding the dagger-like Levatin at his waist, Ivan looked at Lucifer hesitantly.

"It just looks like he doesn't have it." Seraph shook his head slightly.

"I will arm myself before I need to fight."

"Hmm? That's good." Although he was a little curious about how the Seraph would arm himself, Alvin didn't ask any more questions.

His spirit subspace also contained a legendary magic sword and a soul-forged weapon. The former was currently kept as a memento, while the latter, while unsuitable for use in front of angels, was undoubtedly powerful. If needed, he could lend it to them.

As for the demon vanguard who was sealed inside as the core of the weapon, I think it would not dare to have any opinions.

Well, thinking about it this way seems quite interesting. As a demon used as a weapon by angels, Calbant's reputation would probably continue to suffer. But at this point, he doesn't have much of a reputation to speak of, so I guess he wouldn't have any objections.

As he pondered this, the path ahead narrowed considerably. Judging by the shape of the walls on either side, they had clearly been deformed by external forces at some point in the past, making it impossible for Ivan, in his combat form, to pass through directly.

Want to zoom out temporarily?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Alvin rejected it.

Already aware of the enemy's possible presence, his vigilance was heightened. A seemingly ordinary change in the path might conceal a hidden enemy conspiracy. Even if the enemy wasn't the most strategically adept demon, who could guarantee there weren't any traps?

Lucifer thought the same thing, and at this moment she also changed her body shape to the most suitable form for fighting. Facing the change in the road, a cluster of bright plasma flames rose from the palm of the Seraph.

"Don't make too much noise." Alvin shook his head, activated the defensive force field, and stepped forward to press down on the deformed bulkheads on both sides with his hands.

With a slight exertion of force, the side walls immediately cave in with just the right amount of force.

Lucifer couldn't help but nod secretly upon seeing this. This seemingly ordinary action actually contained a precise and magical combination of abilities.

You know, metal deformation should make an extremely harsh sound, but Ivan used the "Force String Control" to completely transfer the vibrations that his hands touched to his own protective force field. Then, the innate ability called "Eclipse Shield" quietly absorbed the kinetic energy contained therein.

Even the color of the shield didn't change much, and the whole process was silent, as quiet as pulling back a veil blocking a doorway.

After looking at each other, the two continued to move forward.

Although he called it "walking," his speed was far from slow. Lucifer tapped the ground with his toes, the faint glow of the halo above his head negating most of his own gravity while simultaneously suppressing the fluctuations of his magical energy to a minimum. Ivan, on the other hand, used breathing techniques to accelerate his movements and completely contain the fluctuations of his magical energy within his sturdy frame. The protective chariot armor fused with his external strength adhered tightly to his skin, emitting no fluctuations at all.

A descendant of the Titans and a Seraph were approaching the scene of the incident in a low-key manner that even a Wanderer could hardly achieve.

Just as they passed through a corridor, a pungent stench suddenly exploded in the air, causing Alvin and Lucifer to stop in their tracks.

This smell is obviously confined to a certain range. Outside of that range, even if you walk to the boundary, you won't find anything unusual. But once you cross that invisible boundary, the stench will hit the bridge of your nose like a heavy straight punch, bringing you a strong stimulation that is almost painful.

Lucifer's expression changed drastically, as he covered his nose. Ivan did the same, confirming their earlier suspicions. The demonic force infiltrating the Star Ring this time most likely came from Narvus, the Eternal Wound. Only the fetid demons of the Deep Hell's Stagnation Heaven possessed this distinct trait of "smelling them before seeing them."

The smell is so strong, is it because of the closed environment?

Ivan complained loudly in his mind, then switched his breathing method to a fully internal circulation mode, relying on the power of the constructed structure to completely block out the external environment. Beside him, Miss Seraph's mouth and nose were blazing with fire, using this hardcore method to thoroughly purify the inevitable pollutants.

We are already so close, there is no need to hide anything anymore.

They looked at each other, and seeing Lucifer nod slightly, Ivan took a step forward and sprinted at full speed without hesitation.

His body, which had grown to three meters, was like a chariot running at full speed, crushing all obstacles in front of him. Behind him followed the Seraphim, who was activating his halo with all his strength to release the holy light of his mind.

In an instant, the limited length of the passage was quickly crossed by the two of them. When the heavy metal airtight door that closed the passage was forcibly torn open, what appeared before their eyes was an unstable space crack!

The scene before him was extremely magical. Through the translucent unstable area at the edge of the rift, he could see a large group of demon warlocks busy maintaining the existence of the rift. The most crucial thing was a huge demon stuck in the middle of the rift like a piece of meat stuck in his teeth!

It was a demon with an exceptionally fat head. Only a demon of this level could barely resist the powerful pressure generated by the spontaneous repair of space.

Its huge body filled the gap in the space like a cork in a wine bottle, and the various rotten scars all over its body were squeezed to spray out a lot of thick juice.

The teeth, nails, and other growths on its skin formed a resemblance to armor, which was constantly being torn and then rapidly repaired. Small Nurul demons of varying sizes crawled across its body, forcibly stitching the wounds with long, bone-white needles and flesh-colored catgut, which were like spears to them, allowing the demon to repair its wounds more quickly.

In addition, the hideous and ugly demon in front of him has this most notable feature: on its chin hang pieces of dark green tumors with a reddish glow like ripe fruit pulp. These tumors, which are constantly dripping with sticky pus, are stuck together, and together they look like a beard and are extremely disgusting.

This is what really surprised Alvin. The guy in front of him seemed a little... familiar?

"Oh, Guian, little angel from heaven."

Although his movements were a bit awkward at the moment, the big demon, who only had his upper body, still supported his chin with one hand and greeted politely with the other hand.

"I have to say, you came faster than expected, but my father's great plan to spread benevolence cannot be interrupted." The demon spoke in a vague and gurgling voice, with a strange sound like a boiling pot of soup.

But the next moment, its expression suddenly froze, and visible drops of light green cold sweat oozed out of its forehead like rocks rolling down.

"Why are you here!" The big demon tumor beard Romulutigos screamed extremely loudly, like a little rooster with its neck strangled.

"Why is it you again!!!"

Chapter 36: Dancing to the Music

Wartbeard Romulustigos, a famous demon under the command of Narvus, the Eternal Wound, controls the cancerous plague and is a real monster.

Even if we put aside the experience in virtual Paladia, this monster was not completely unfamiliar to Ivan. It was an acquaintance they had met once before.

As early as a few months ago in Lind, the Central Empire, the demons of Narvus joined forces with the cultists of the material world and went through great pains to open a dark door leading directly to the material world. The demon commander guarding the door at that time was Romulustigos.

What no one expected was that before the channel could enter a stable state, someone actually rushed back from Palladia into the deep hell of stagnation and performed a self-destruction in front of all the demons.

The scale and power of the explosion were beyond imagination. The strong light at the moment of occurrence could even be observed with the naked eye from the Fire Realm Sky Defense Line.

All the demons present remembered the explosion vividly. After all, it was probably the last big scene they would see in their lives.

Aside from beings like Romulustigos, whose vitality was among the best among the demons of Narvus, almost all the demons who witnessed the scene up close died, or died completely without being able to repair themselves by recovering their soul fragments.

As a demon that had barely survived, Romulustigos was forced to spend several months to basically repair the wounds on his body, and the sadness in his heart caused by the failure of the mission was so intense that it could not be described.

Just imagine, a Nurul demon who always smiles has no smile on his face for several months. This shows how serious his mental trauma is.

In order to make up for his previous mistakes, Romulus, who had recovered from his injuries, took the initiative to apply to join this top-secret mission.

The purpose of this mission is to secretly invade the upper plane, which is the extremely huge star ring structure in Ivan's eyes, and look for opportunities to destroy the Fire Realm from the inside, in order to break through this absolute defense line that has blocked the deep hell for thousands of years.

The preliminary work went very smoothly. Relying on the spread of special fungi, the demon of Naur took several months to finally send a wisp of corrupting force, so weak that it was almost non-existent, into the interior of the star ring. After another few months of waiting, finally, hundreds of primitive creatures other than the celestial realm came into contact with this corrupting force.

Then, they encountered a new problem. The primitive species that came into contact with the corrupting forces were too simple-minded, or rather, too simplistic. Their minds were essentially incapable of thinking more than two steps ahead. This in turn slowed the process of corruption, and controlling their words and actions to spread the teachings within the population was practically impossible.

Simply put, I don’t have that ability.

Fortunately, the power enhanced by the corrupted creatures can also be used as a beacon. After much effort, the demons of Narvus finally opened an unstable space rift.

Ordinary demons cannot pass through such a rift because the violently turbulent space itself will tear apart all matter it touches.

At this time, the great demon Romulutigos volunteered. He used his fat but vigorous body to forcibly block the rift so that it could not disappear naturally. Then the demon warlocks collectively cast spells to influence the space rift in order to build a stable channel that could be passed through smoothly.

The price was that the demon stuck in the crack could not move temporarily, and would continue to suffer damage from the pressure of the space rift, but the guilty demon himself was happy with it, especially after receiving the letter of commendation written by the benevolent father, he felt that his mental trauma had mostly healed.

Thus, thanks to the voluntary 'sacrifice' of the great demon Romultigos, the rift itself did not disappear naturally, and the preliminary preparations for opening the channel were basically completed, and the most critical link of stabilizing the path was about to begin.

Just at this moment, someone came...

As a great demon with astonishing combat power, Romulustigos was mentally prepared for this. His strong vitality made him confident that he could cope with a short-term siege by an entire celestial army. Even if he had to resist, he could delay long enough until the construction of the channel was completed.

But the sudden appearance of a 'familiar' person in front of him instantly broke the big demon's defense.

The moment he saw that face, Lumulutigos's expression changed drastically, and it looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Considering its identity as a Nurulence demon, the accident that happened at this moment was probably more painful for it than eating shit.

The image of the huge golden man exploding uncontrollably emerged in the mind of Lumpybeard Romulutigos. The memory was so clear that it was as if someone had carved it deep into his brain with a knife, and it would immediately surge up as soon as his brain was stirred slightly.

Even though most of its body was still stuck in the center of the space crack, its thick hands still subconsciously blocked its fat face covered with tumors, waving its arms around like a frightened child. At the same time, its fat body shrank backwards layer by layer, and its face was full of the crazy look of a PTSD patient whose condition had worsened after being subjected to specific stimuli.

"Oh no! Why is it you again! Don't come over here! Don't come over here!!!"

Seeing this, Alvin couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

Then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Ah-ha! I must say, this is quite a coincidence."

"Huh?" Lucifer looked at the scene in surprise, forgetting to use the metal cane he pulled out from his waist.

She was planning to put herself into combat mode. The whole process was quite fast and would be like the invincible time of a magical girl's transformation, with additional protection from the ancient god of wisdom.

"For some reason, I've dealt with this guy before, and he wasn't very friendly." After giving a simple explanation, Alvin completely released the restraint on his own magic power.

Magic is fully activated! Fighting steel armor is activated! Mode change! Armor summoned!

In an instant, a wave so strong that it seemed to be tangible swept across the earth like a strong wind, and everyone present, whether angels or demons, subconsciously narrowed their eyes.

A brilliant and bright ring rose from behind Ivan, and the boy's black hair was carried forward by the airflow, dancing wildly like a battle flag blown by the wind.

Accompanied by a series of air-breaking sounds, armor plates blending gold and white flew out from the glowing ring and automatically covered the warrior's entire body, forming a complete set of gorgeous armor forged from steel.

This armor was half demon horns and a black iron crown, half white feather wings and a crown of star rings. Celestial bodies and eagles, broken blades and bones, this icy suit of contradictory elements was like a tragic battlefield where heaven and hell clashed.

"So handsome..." Lucifer, who is in his middle school years, exclaimed sincerely.

"How exaggerated..." Romulus, who covered his face with his hands but could see the scene clearly through his fingers, subconsciously complained.

Ka! You will die today!

Ivan's face, covered by the cold iron mask, froze in place, with veins faintly bulging on his forehead, but he did not regret summoning the armor.

Although the other party behaved extremely badly, the existence in front of him was a great demon, a terrifying existence that could truly be regarded as part of the evil god.

The opponent can make a living thing rot into mud with just a glance, kill low-level extraordinary people with just a thought, and even if he is besieged by an astonishing number of angel legions, he can deal with it with ease.

These monsters surpassed most celestial beings in combat, possessing powers far exceeding those of a fourth-tier crowned being. Furthermore, they possessed the added authority of the Heretic God himself, along with various special abilities, making them incredibly powerful. However, Ivan's forces, due to their location within the star ring, were unable to freely utilize large-scale destructive weapons like Heavenly Sin Tribulation Fire and Giant God Mode.

In short, it is not easy to be hostile to it.

but……

Ivan's thoughts were particularly clear at this moment. The other party's plan had obviously just begun, and they had not even had time to send the demon over, so they did not encounter any obstacles along the way.

At this moment, he didn't need to completely kill the big demon in front of him. As long as he pushed the other party down or pulled it out like unclogging a toilet, he could completely destroy the goal of building a stable channel in the Deep Hell.

But this did not prevent Alvin from being furious because of the other party's unintentional words just now.