Star Forge Titan

Those cold and merciless eyes, as if coming from an emotionless statue of a god, made everyone who was looked at feel a chill in their hearts.

"The magic steam gun is not something that an ordinary scholar can get." Alvin stretched out an index finger towards Boshia, with a rock inlaid with unstable element crystals at the end wrapped around the fingertip.

With the strength to wrestle with a dragon, he could now snap his fingers and make the rock penetrate the head of the beautiful woman in front of him like a crossbow, and blow the beautiful head into a pile of broken bones and flesh.

"I don't have time to play guessing games with you." The mithril mask with carved facial features was cold and ruthless, just like the words his master was saying at the moment.

As a half-elf who was more sensitive to magic than humans, Boshia could fully feel the power of the unstable fire element crystal. She couldn't help but angrily wonder how a madman could create such a thing, but her hands moved decisively and quickly.

"Boshia! My name is Boshia!" The half-elf put away the hope in his heart and raised his hands quickly like a Linde noble without armor, and even threw the magic steam gun that was difficult to obtain at the moment at his feet.

In fact, this batch of magic steam guns was originally an important harvest that was to be transported to Genoa. The intelligence personnel of the Commercial Confederation in Lind put a lot of effort to obtain a batch of magic steam guns that were originally distributed to Lind nobles for self-defense.

In order to avoid suspicion, they first transported the weapons to Elrond, hoping to mislead Lind's colleagues and make them think that they were stolen by the Elrond people, and then take a detour back to Genoa by sea.

"Boxia Westfield?" Ivan was a little surprised.

Hearing the name, he quickly saw the beautiful face in front of him overlapped with another face in his memory, which was mostly covered with burn scars and even had one eye replaced with a magical prosthetic eye, and thus revealed the true identity of this female half-elf.

Ha, so you were a 'scholar' before becoming a member of parliament, Ms. M.

A half-elf who became a member of the Genoa Supreme Council as a woman and is expected to become the first female president in history.

Incidentally, this young lady's father was a high elf from the Timeless Isle, and her mother, Charlotte, was a member of a prominent management family within the Genoa Chamber of Commerce. Under her leadership, Genoa merchants' caravans even reached as far as the northern glaciers, truly expanding their business globally.

The two had fought each other in the game, and at the time, the massive Colossus piloted by Ivan had devoured several meals of the supplies provided by the other party.

However, that was also because the Genoa Confederation was afraid that they would have to face the undead army themselves after Lind fell, so while crying poor, they repeatedly emptied their wallets and warehouses to provide logistical supplies to the resistance forces.

It seems that the scars on her face might have been left after this incident, which is why she hated the necromancers and cultists who caused the skeleton frenzy so much.

But in my memory, the Supreme Council member who concealed her real name and called herself Ms. M had a very slender, flat figure like other elves! But what about Ms. Boshia's chest muscles?

You know, players in the game once joked that if they married an elf wife, they might not be able to tell whether she was sleeping on her stomach or on her back at night.

Could it be that……

The look in Ivan's eyes when he looked at Boxia suddenly became strange.

"you know me?"

This time the half-elf was really shocked. Could it be that someone as far away as Elrond knew that the Westerfield family had a rebellious daughter who ran away from home to join an intelligence agency?

"We don't know each other yet." A chuckle came from behind the mithril mask.

With a snap of his fingers, the rock inlaid with unstable element crystals shot out like a crossbow. Boxia felt as if his heart had stopped beating for a moment, and even felt a little wet under his body.

Then she heard an explosion behind her, followed by the cultists' screams of pain.

"It's not safe here. We'll talk about the details later." Withdrawing his hand, Alvin raised the Burning Justice in his hand. The flame illuminated the alley, and he saw a dozen cultists rushing towards this side with a large number of transformed plague wolves.

"Ms. Maria, please keep an eye on this young lady. If she tries to run, break her legs, but don't abandon her."

"Why?" The deputy commander of the Knights Templar appeared again helplessly, holding a child in one hand. After entering the battle, her presence became very low, but she assassinated many cultists.

"This is a very valuable Genoese. Just treat her as gold equal to her weight." Ivan smiled and pulled out the improved crusher from his waist.

This gun now not only has various Gothic-style golden reliefs, but also has several parchment slips with proverbs written on them fixed with wax seals. It is a unique style that blends modern weapons with ancient elements, which makes people feel awe-inspiring when they see it.

The self-propelled gem bombs were instantly activated, opening several large holes in the cultists' bodies before they could cast spells, allowing fresh air to flow unrestrainedly into the lungs and other internal organs of these guys, making a whistling sound.

As for those violent plague wolves, Alvin simply raised his hand and shook them.

The immense positive energy stored in 'Burning Justice' was quickly transformed into magic power, allowing him to unleash the astonishing effects of his core talent, [Reshaping the World], on a large scale.

Countless huge rock hands suddenly rose up and connected to the ground, clamping down on the monsters transformed from innocent people, making them unable to move at all and only able to roar.

Because there might be a way to save these people later, if the situation allowed, Alvin didn't want to slaughter innocent victims driven mad by the cultists. The most important thing was that he had the margin of strength to allow himself to make this choice.

"Wait, I discovered something on the way here!" Seeing this scene, Boshia suddenly called out to the masked knight in front of him.

"Speak." Out of recognition of the half-elf's abilities, Alvin stopped and asked quickly.

"Don't you think the number of these cultists is a bit too many? And they died too easily?" Boxia looked seriously at the Undead Cult believers who suffered heavy casualties but continued to rush towards the Silver Knights' front line.

"Then?" Without questioning, Alvin continued to ask.

"I suspect they are using themselves as sacrifices." Boshia said a possibility that shocked everyone.

"Don't forget, the entity they believe in is a terrifying evil that blurs and corrupts the concepts of life and death. To its followers, death is merely a process of transformation. They don't care about their own lives or even their souls as long as they spread their faith in that entity."

"You mean they are going to sacrifice themselves now?" Alvin's eyes changed slightly. Based on his understanding of the group of Undead Cult believers, they were totally capable of doing such a thing.

"Yes, if the other party wants to rely on large-scale sacrifices to achieve some ulterior motives. Then, no matter whether the sacrifices are ordinary people or themselves, as long as the final sacrifice requirements are met, these people actually don't care!" Boxia's expression became extremely serious.

"..." Alvin fell silent. If this was true, things would quickly become uncontrollable.

Killing the cultists will help them speed up the sacrifice. If we don't kill the cultists, they will also attack civilians.

Moreover, even if they stopped, the noble coalition forces in the upper city would sooner or later join the battle, and the other Silver Knight teams had already dispersed to fight, so it would be impossible to stop in a short period of time.

Then the only option was to destroy the main altar. After the sacrificial array in the underground waterway was destroyed, they should only have the main altar as a channel to complete the sacrifice. As for the location of the main altar...

Ivan looked up at the Hill of Three Towers where the Undead faction was located.

Before he could make a decision, a dazzling purple light suddenly exploded in the suburbs outside Elrond City.

"What is that?" Everyone looked in astonishment at the direction where the purple light came from.

In the mana spectrum, the closer the magic is to the deeper negative energy, the more purple the light emitted will be. Such pure purple can only come from the purest negative energy magic.

Thinking about the identity of the mastermind behind this incident, Alvin had a very bad premonition.

problem occurs!

Chapter 63: The Crazy Corpse Out of the Cage (Part 2)

The blood is flowing, like the currency engraved with the soul.

"Masks, take off!" The noble knights lined up in a row all took off the masks on their helmets, and their full body armor flashed with magical light and connected with each other.

Most of these young nobles are first-level demon cavalrymen who have undergone arcane transformation and corresponding promotion ceremonies. Among them are also more powerful second-level noble knights. They have strong physiques far exceeding those of ordinary human knights, and can also stimulate special skills to form knight battle formations.

At this moment, the spears in the knights' hands and the six-legged cold-blooded horses of Evanmore they rode were wrapped and strengthened by the bright magical light under the influence of the extraordinary skill of Knight Connection.

In front of them was a large group of bizarre cultists and a large number of forcibly converted plague wolves. The twisted monsters roared and blocked the streets, like a wave filled with fear and chaos.

However, this wave of monsters collided with the wave-like charge launched by the group of extraordinary knights!

Tide of Flesh and Blood VS Peak of Metal!

The six-legged cold-blooded war horses weighing tons were also covered in enchanted metal vests. Adding the weight of the knights and the armor they wore, each noble knight turned the spear in his hand into a terrifying metal cannonball and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Moreover, the skill of Knight Link made them connected to each other and almost merged into one, so that the charging Elrond Demon Cavalry and the noble knights were like a barbed steel wall composed of high-speed propelling spears.

In one encounter, the cultists were crushed into pieces all over the ground!

And behind them, the second and third waves of knights launched continuous charges!

The higher-ranking Elrond upper demon nobles launched surprise attacks from both sides in a skirmish line, carrying out decapitation attacks on the extraordinary people and high priests among the cultists!

The court mages and demon noble mages also collectively launched long-range spell bombardments. The exquisite skills that require more than ten years to cultivate allowed their attack magic to fall in front of the knights' front line every time, slowly pushing forward as the knights charged.

Faced with such an all-round and three-dimensional attack, the cultists and the forcibly converted plague wolves were defeated in batches, but their terrifying and ferocious faces were filled with chilling and happy smiles.

At the same time, the Blood Order, who usually conducted research in the research facility, quietly opened the gates of their stables. Under the command of their keepers and trainers, the massive mystical monsters emerged from their stables in an orderly fashion, forming an immense army.

If the cultists and twisted monsters are a tide of flesh and blood, then they are the energetic roar emitted by the surging sea of ​​life itself, the ultimate muscle tsunami running on the land!

This is the result of Elrond's research over the past century. As long as there is an opportunity, it can trigger a technological revolution comparable to Lind's magical revolution.

And tonight, the Red Mages and Flesh Monks of the Blood Order seemed to have seen that opportunity...

From deep within the Arcanum Nest, where the Flesh and Blood Order's highest research institute and arsenal were located, came a startling order from the president.

"Feed the little cuties with potion number 4."

Afterwards, a high-energy nutritious meal mixed with berserker drugs and stimulants was stuffed into the mouth of the mystery monster. This technology, derived from the elf compressed biscuits, can allow the monsters that eat it to fight for a whole day. Only one or two pieces of the former can allow ordinary people to run for a whole day without feeling hungry.

In an instant, a terrifying and savage roar resounded through the sky, the beast's eyes became bloodshot, and the already huge body of the mystery monster increased again.

The ones whose lifeline models were originally herbivores were fine, just pawing at the ground and snorting loudly. However, the mystical monsters that were modified from carnivores were already showing signs of ferocity.

One of them was a war bear wearing metal armor and several times the size of an ordinary brown bear. It had long, narrow, scimitar-like claws at the end of its limbs. The claws were integrated into the lifeline of the cat family. The war bear bit the keeper's upper body.

This scene looks like something out of a B-grade slasher film!

But at this moment, an angry voice came from its mouth.

"Bad kitty! Stinky thing! Sit down!"

The bear's mouth, full of sharp teeth, was forced open. The keeper, whose uniform was torn, got out angrily and punched the clawed war bear hard on the nose.

After receiving this neither light nor heavy punch, the giant black bear, which was dozens of times larger than him, burst into tears without even thinking, and even turned over and lay down, revealing its white furry belly, with an appearance of submission.

There is no way. Faced with the modern extraordinary profession of Elrond that combines the characteristics of druid and berserker - monster breeder, these arcane monsters raised by them since childhood have received sufficient training and education of love. By the way, the tamer is only the second level, while the breeder is a third level extraordinary person, because they receive some technical support from the Temple of Storms.

Thus, with the aura of the galloping beasts, the Flesh and Blood Order officially joined the battle.

It is the same love, but different people seem to understand it in completely different ways.

"Love more people! Love is invincible! For the love of our God and Father! Spread the loving love of our God and Father! Our God..." Shouting illogical slogans, a cultist with his arms transformed into tentacles waving wantonly blocked the road.

"It's incomprehensible!" Alvin frowned, swung the flaming sword in his hand, and cut off the tentacles at the roots with a scorching gale.

Then, the muzzle of the heavy hand cannon crusher was pressed against the cultist's forehead. The proverb written on the wax-sealed parchment emitted a faint light. Bishop Patrick's heroic handwriting made the quill pen feel like an axe and gun from the Southern Kingdom.

It turned out that it was simply a temporary amulet made by a priest through all-night prayers. The parchment recorded the words of the gods, and after being stimulated by magic, it was used as a medium to infuse the sacred purification energy into the weapon.

The red self-propelled gem bomb inlaid with fire element crystals quickly turned a light golden color, and the singing of the Valkyries, the Valkyries under the command of the great god Odin, could be faintly heard coming from it.

boom!

The self-propelled gem bomb was activated, and the red flames pushed the projectile made of demon-repelling metal forward rapidly. The bullet shot at zero distance directly drilled into the cultist's solid skull.

Due to the interaction between positive energy and the power of the fire element, the bomb didn't explode immediately. And the cultist, whose brain had been reduced to slag, didn't die immediately. His severely distorted life form gave him a vitality several times stronger than that of an ordinary creature.

"Ah, this...this feeling!" The cultist knelt in front of Ivan, and the air from the outside flowed into his cranial cavity through the bullet holes, making a whistling sound.

"I, I gradually understand everything!" A golden light flashed, and the cultist who shouted that he understood everything suddenly lost his head with a 'bang'.

The headless corpse, having lost its head, staggered and fell backwards.

The dirty black blood flowed outwards and mixed with the blood from other corpses, like a river formed by the confluence of tributaries, winding and stretching into the distance.

Alvin looked up at the sky with a serious expression, where countless twisted dark green spirits were flying.

If the soul of an ordinary person does not strongly identify with and practice the path of a certain god to the point of being automatically led to the kingdom of God, it will drift in the natural environment like the soul of a wild animal, until it transforms into the most basic spirit particle and reintegrates into the world cycle.

However, due to the distortion of the evil god's power, the souls of the cultists are difficult to degrade naturally without sufficient time. And because of the barriers set up by the righteous gods, the deep hell ruled by the evil gods cannot actively receive these souls. Only by using the power of purification to purify them or using other methods to completely destroy their spiritual structure can they complete the process of returning to the cycle.

Before that, the weak souls of the cultists will wander around in the same place, while those that are strong enough will even turn into evil monsters and continue to do evil. It is comparable to heavy metal pollution, which degrades slowly and is difficult to deal with, but it has to be dealt with.

Normally, after fighting against the cultists, spellcasting professions such as mages or priests would usually complete the task of shattering or purifying the spiritual structure, but now, those souls were being pulled by some force and flying towards the distant mage tower.

"Oh no," Ivan whispered.

The Mage Tower was not something that could be conquered by a team of knights alone, so after sending a messenger to inform the Demon Lord Gustav and the Black Knight leader Ashram of the news about the main altar and the mastermind behind it, he and a team of silver knights set off to the place where the negative energy light had erupted before.

The time was too short and Alvin was not well prepared.

He had not expected that the situation would have evolved to its current state after only a few days in Avonmore.

This only means that the Undead Cult may have started preparing for this as early as half a century ago.

If possible, Alvin would also like to find a place to concentrate on leveling up, and he would not leave until he reached level five.

But when major events erupted one after another, even a fifth-order transcendent would find it difficult to reverse the completely shattered world order. Therefore, he had to intervene early and start changing the future as much as possible from now on!

Moreover, those disasters will consume the lives of countless innocent people and cause dozens of times more unfortunate people.

Alvin couldn't stand by and watch the impending disaster for the sake of so-called safety, and he was unwilling to become a so-called "mature" adult who coldly weighed gains and losses.

Now, he has completely returned to his youth, just like his body, the time when he was frivolous and unruly, and only wanted to do what he thought was right!

The few distracting thoughts that emerged in his mind were quickly swept away, and Alvin's will became firm again.

"quick!"

Needless to say, his performance along the way had been recognized by the accompanying knights, so they cooperated with the commander without hesitation to change direction, broke through the obstruction of the cultists and arrived at a small hill outside the city.

The originally raised mountain peak has completely disappeared, and in its place is a huge impact crater like that left by a meteorite impact.

The silver mask emitted cold moonlight, and the purple negative energy light had gone out. This made Ivan's mind move and he quickly made a new guess.

So, he raised his hand to stop the team and looked at the shadow beside him.