Star Forge Titan

The light-forged armor activated by the giant's body allowed the King of the Underworld to wear a layer of light armor, and the armor of despair integrated into it also had all its characteristics activated. The intense rage made the already angry Ivan even more emotional, but the perfect will attribute made these rages unable to affect his mind at all. Instead, they were affected by the perfect power talent and continuously transformed into a continuously increasing power attribute, until they forcibly shook the treeman emperor Arcturus!

The giant god with a body of steel pulled the marble of the train, pushing the giant tree man like a wooden mountain back up into the sky.

The archdruids remotely controlling Arcturus were dazed. They felt neither surprise nor fear; only confusion and bewilderment lingered within them. It was a scene straight out of myth and legend. The Treeman Emperor, a towering figure, was ripped from the earth by a giant, a figure outlined in light. Earth surged, and the two grappling behemoths soared higher and higher. The intense friction between their surfaces and the surrounding atmosphere coated Arcturus in a dark crimson hue, the result of countless tiny branches ignited by flames. Sparks of fire rained down like countless meteors streaking the sky.

Despite encountering a completely unexpected accident, the treeman emperor Arcturus, who was controlled by the automatic combat technique, did not surrender. Instead, he controlled countless huge wooden arms to attack Ivan from all directions, trying his best to keep this decisive weapon away from ordinary people. The giant god had no time to put up any resistance and was immediately wrapped tightly and restrained inside the spherical cage.

The spherical cage with a diameter of more than 100 meters is like a small moon hanging high in the sky, and people can only look up at its existence.

Even more incredible was the fact that this cage was not dead, but rather possessed an extremely vigorous vitality. At its outermost edge, more and more wooden arms clung to it, continuously strengthening the entire cage's strength. From time to time, magical arrays shimmering with mysterious patterns grew directly from the cage's surface, almost naturally powerful spells that seemed capable of completely sealing even a giant god within.

But the changes came faster than expected. A cluster of sword blades, redder than blood, darker than darkness, and more dim than dusk, broke out of the body. The powerful life force contained in the wooden shell was burned out in an instant, like a small moon cage split in two!

Because, this is the flame of destruction, the red devil blade——Revatin!!!

Even if incomplete, it was still an immortal holy sword born purely for destruction. Even if Ai Wenhua were a giant, it could easily be transformed into a weapon worthy of him. Thus, wielding the bright red lightsaber, the King of the Underworld easily slashed through his cage and regained his freedom, but the situation remained grim.

An uncountable sea of ​​wooden arms surged forward. Even without any mechanism, their sheer number would have been a formidable offensive, not to mention the unique dynamics of the druid combat faction. Countless arms coordinated to unleash a complex force powerful enough to crush mountains, but Ivan's response wasn't to defend himself, but to swing his sword!

Counter attack with attack, overcome danger with danger!

The crimson lightsaber cut through the sky, just like a seabird flying through the clouds and waves, dancing and flying wildly in a storm. The sharp blade dragged a light track that lasted for a long time, outlining a regular circular boundary that could not be crossed. Any attack, no matter how powerful, was prohibited from advancing even half a step.

The stalemate yet extremely fierce continuous battles made Ivan's spirit extremely concentrated. More and more light was concentrated on him, and then driven by the soul power, it turned into a substance as condensed as steel. The white light on the outside outlined the outline of Pluto's body, but the inside was almost pitch black. Then it began to grow bigger, but after just a few rounds of confrontation, a huge figure comparable to the treeman emperor Arcturus appeared in the sky.

It seems that it is not about controlling light, or rather, it is not just about controlling light...

His hands kept moving, yet countless thoughts raced through his mind. Suddenly, a sudden realization washed over him. Behind his icy mask, the Titan's eyes lost focus for a moment, a multitude of complex thoughts fleeting in his mind.

Without any warning, Revatin suddenly roared and turned into thunder, tearing open the atmosphere. A crack appeared in the middle of the sky that was obscured by Arcturus, and sunlight shone through the gap onto the earth again.

Bathed in the sunshine that illuminates everything, Alvin suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the essence of his own soul abilities.

Light is a medium and a link, but it is not the essence.

In other words, manipulated light, imbued with material properties, is like gravity on massive celestial bodies; the former is indeed related to the latter, but the former is not the latter. The essence of Ivan's soul power is the macroscopic impact of his will on the material world; light is merely a byproduct of the process.

Therefore, his ability would appear to be endowing the originally invisible and intangible light with various physical properties and manipulating it.

"I see." The sudden realization allowed Alvin to vaguely guess the abilities of King Uranus's soul after it was fully awakened.

That is the terrifying force called high-dimensional interference, which forms a given reality like writing a line of information on a piece of paper.

"I understand." The giant muttered to himself, dancing the sword in his hand, drawing a complete upright circle.

Soul power activated——Creator of Light, destruction summoned!

Chapter 150: Extinguishing the Winter

A strange halo appeared around the increasingly dark iron-gray giant.

There was no source for this light. It didn't seem like the giant itself was shining, nor did it seem like it was illuminated by the sun.

But under the shining light, the heavy armor of the King of the Underworld, which was strong enough to withstand all kinds of attacks without any damage, suddenly had countless cracks appearing on the surface, as if some kind of power that came out of thin air was destroying it from the inside out.

Although it was unclear what exactly happened, the Treeman Emperor Arcturus, who was controlled by an extremist faction, immediately launched an attack.

The super-giant tree man who had just been forcibly pushed high into the sky slowly but quickly stretched out his arms as majestic as several mountain ranges. Then, the forces of natural phenomena such as strong winds, raging fires, rapids, thunder, etc. gathered in the center of his palms, followed by extremely high-intensity magic fluctuations.

At this time, the spell that the Treeman Emperor Arcturus was activating was a strategic-level destructive magic called 'Winter of Annihilation'.

As users of nature magic, druids have a deep understanding of all aspects of nature. In addition to the vibrant and vibrant side of nature, they also know the cruel and ruthless side of nature.

This spell evokes the terrifying image of utter annihilation, a pure force of destruction born from the convergence and condensation of all natural disasters. The Winter Faction's description of "white frost destroying the world, a land of winter" is a vision of the future reached through extreme extrapolation. One can only imagine the terrifying power of a spell created based on this concept.

In fact, the magical fluctuations during the startup phase alone reached the level of a third-level forbidden spell, and were even gradually approaching the level of a 'second-level limited forbidden spell'.

In other words, the actions of the radical Winter Druids were essentially equivalent to using nuclear weapons in the capital. No sane person would do such a crazy thing. Not to mention that the "nuclear weapon" was targeting a single individual.

"How dare you..." The white ape Kakarom exclaimed in anger and disbelief.

The old Archdruid could not believe what was happening before his eyes, and was even more unwilling to believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.

Thrown high into the sky, the Treeman Emperor Arcturus cast a massive shadow across the land. The newly broken gap in the clouds vanished, and the entire world became utterly dark. Under the shadow, chaos reigned in the densely populated Linyuan. It was hard to imagine that this was the capital of the Great Wild Forest United Emirate, the sacred place where the Oak Father ended the war and the ancestors of the tribes forged a thousand-year alliance.

Uncontrollably raging, Kakarom roared and grew larger. His demigod form still resembled an ape, though his stature was vastly larger than that of a typical ape, and his body was bathed in golden lightning, emanating from his energized soul power. With a powerful leap, Kakarom soared high like a bird. Even in his demigod form, he was no match for the Treeman Emperor, Arcturus. Combined with the exhaustion from his previous actions, Kakarom was blown away by the swirling winds generated during the preparatory phase of "Winter of Destruction" before he could even approach Arcturus.

"This is Linyuan's lower capital. How dare you activate the Winter of Annihilation here!"

Kakarom, unwilling to give up, punched the sky with all his might. Using the soul power of his wild demigod form, he caused the lightning to resonate with the Archdruid's fist, sending it crashing down from great height like a waterfall. Even a thousand-year-old tree couldn't withstand the blow, but the towering form of the Treeman Emperor, Arcturus, easily blocked it.

Finally, the Archdruid sat down on the ground dejectedly.

The number of members of the Winter Faction controlling the Treant Emperor is unknown. Even if they were to defeat all enemies within their range at breakneck speed, they would not be able to prevent the complete formation of "Winter of Death." Even more frustrating is the betrayal of their own comrades. Both are Archdruids, and their philosophical realms are equally matched, but their ideological differences have drawn them into this conflict, making it difficult for them to extricate themselves.

The sky changed color, and the terrifying magic gathered unparalleled pressure. The ultimate technological weapon created by the Great Wilderness Forest over thousands of years was the crystallization of collective wisdom and strength, and naturally had a destructive power that exceeded ninety-nine percent of the individual ones.

But coincidentally, there was another absolutely powerful person present who possessed abilities that surpassed 99% of the individuals.

When a person stands in the sun, a shadow will appear on the ground.

The shadow changes with the person's movements, with no lag between the two, as if they were one and the same. But in the final analysis, its essence is still a shadow cast by the person under the cover of light and sunlight.

It is just like writing a line of text on a piece of paper with a pen. Although the text has various meanings, what determines the direction of its content is not the text itself, nor the paper that carries the content, but the writer who stands outside the paper and holds the pen tightly.

"Light is nothing but shadow?" After a brief but profound thought, the young descendant of the Titan suddenly realized.

In an instant, the broken iron-gray armor was swallowed by the strong light. This did not mean the destruction of the giant god, but symbolized that a more powerful power was born from thinking.

The blueprint for Pluto's surrogate body came from the ruins of the Giant Kingdom, but the Giant Kingdom was only the heir to the knowledge, so the process of transmission was naturally subject to errors. However, once a person has completed the construction of the mathematical model and mastered sufficient mathematical knowledge, even if they forget the public content, they can still complete the entire derivation process independently.

Similarly, when Ai Wenming realized the truth about the power of King Uranus's soul, even though it was only a small part of it, he discovered many errors and omissions that he had not noticed before, and he completed them instantly by his own strength.

Even if the complete system has not yet been built, relying on the core framework and the Titan's "true blood", the body of the giant god, as the embodiment of the Titan's power, can exert an influence on the material world far beyond its previous level.

At this point, the true King of the Underworld - the Lord of the Dead - moved closer to the real world.

The familiar scene happened again. In the dim world shrouded in the shadow of the Treeman Emperor Arcturus, a beam of light suddenly broke through all the darkness.

Originally, because Ivan had activated his Titan form in the underground space and hadn't used his full strength, the Hades King's size was significantly different from the Treeman Emperor's. But now, after reactivating with the completed blueprint, the Hades King condensed from the light into a massive figure that was no less massive than his opponent.

The purest gold replaced the iron gray that symbolized death, and the more majestic King of the Underworld stood on the earth with his arms open as if praising the light.

Feeling an unprecedented threat, the Treeman Emperor Arcturus pushed hundreds of his arms forward. At the ends of countless limbs pointing simultaneously, the power of many natural disasters and celestial phenomena gathered into the strategic-level magic 'Winter of Annihilation'.

The great magic that reached the second-level limited prohibition level did not reveal any gorgeous appearance. At first glance, it was just an ordinary glowing sphere, but the destructive power contained in it could empty the surrounding atmosphere with just the pressure of magic. Even the ground in the distance began to crack and shatter in large pieces, involving countless civilians. The entire capital was about to be destroyed.

then……

Just like catching a baseball, the strategic-level magic 'Winter of Annihilation' was grasped by someone's hand.

Chapter 151: A Great Start but a Small End

Circles of radiant light continued to spread. This special astronomical phenomenon, caused by the release of forbidden magic, spread out like water waves in the high atmosphere.

On the contrary, the violent spell itself, which gathered countless natural disaster forces, was firmly restrained between the five fingers of the giant god and could not move.

Just imagine, what force can rival such a powerful arm!?!

But the owner of the arm was distracted at the moment. The sudden epiphany that came with the sudden illumination of the sunlight was beyond his expectations, but the deep awakening of the power of his soul was unmistakable.

Just like a tamed wild horse, the blood-red flaming sword lay quietly in his palm, without any trace of the mighty power that had just chopped and burned the huge sealed entity.

The size continued to increase, the armor changed its luster, and the giant's body became brighter and brighter. Finally, a ray of purer white emerged from the immortal and indestructible gold.

It is not the cold and ruthless white of ice and snow, but the pure white that is born from embracing all colors like the sunlight.

The pristine white armor clad the new giant god, a streak of gold framing the edges, framing the entire suit's ornate outline. It seemed to radiate a faint light. That was Ivan's fully manifested super-spiritual double. Unlike the triple golden phantoms that had appeared before, the giant god's body had perfectly integrated the completed super-spiritual form into its own body through the advanced "armor fusion" technique. Therefore, it looked as "ordinary" as the extra pattern on the edge of the armor.

If the originally iron-gray King of the Underworld always exudes the coldness and hardness unique to the City of Steel, then the Lord of the Dead, now shrouded in gold, reveals the perfection unique to the Kingdom of Gold, as if there is a kind of eternal and indestructible power descending from the sky, turning into a tangible substance confined to the eyes.

Ah, I have crossed the end of the Road of the Fire Sword, and my soul is climbing towards eternity, like two scorching suns sitting high in the sky, or like a giant snake swallowing the long tail of the remains of the first sun, its brilliance covering the vast earth and emitting infinite light overlooking all things in the mortal world.

Ivan felt his will detach from his body and enter a new, more transparent vessel, naturally reaching the Fourth Stage. Unlike other transcendents who fully awaken their soul abilities upon reaching this stage, Ivan, while clearly understanding the true nature of his soul abilities, was certain his own hadn't yet fully awakened. This wasn't an incomplete state, but simply a matter of individual peculiarities.

The Soul of King Uranus...

Without much thought, the reasons will naturally emerge.

The great authority that the Titan King uses to control the universe is obviously not something that can be easily obtained.

Now, Ivan had almost reached the end of the mainstream path to transcendence in Palladia. He was no different from other fourth-level crowned individuals. Even the promotion ceremony was unnecessary, at most it only served to increase his magical properties or special abilities.

The remaining fifth-order Perfectionist realm, considering the Perfectionist's immense power, still holds significant reference value. If nothing else, the structure of the normal form's body can serve as a useful reference for the Perfectionist's body, which offers minimal bulk requirements but possesses exceptionally powerful attributes. If the advantages of the Perfectionist body can be replicated and further amplified in the Titan form, unexpected gains may be foreseen.

When one reaches the crowning level and has a strong thinking ability, such a long thought actually only takes less than a second.

With his five fingers clasped together, the violent force of natural disasters was squeezed by the more brutal and overbearing Fat Tiger's Titan soul energy, quickly turning into a useless whimper, and then quickly dissipated in the wind like wisps of green smoke.

Witnessing this bizarre scene, all the instigators of the riot, including the three archdruids embracing the Winter Faction, fell into a deathly silence. Even the massive Treant Emperor, Arcturus, ceased action. If he desired to continue the fight, the Treant Emperor possessed the ability to remotely control his Treant Legion, rendering even the massive Ancient Trees powerless. In reality, these combined forces constituted the Great Wild Forest Kingdom's true trump card: a complete Treant Battle Corps.

But now that things have come to this, is there any need to continue fighting?

Although Alvin knew that he still had a lot of room for improvement.

But to others, the suddenly appearing giant god extinguished the "Winter of Annihilation" with a single wave of his hand, silencing the Treeman Emperor, the final weapon of the Great Wild Forest United Emirates. Undoubtedly, a new and powerful being had risen from the surface of Palladia, his glory enough to illuminate the continent for a thousand years.

Furthermore, they were descendants of the Ones Who Forged the Stars. According to information extracted from ancient mythology, even the Frostfall, the very fate of the Winter Faction, was altered tens of millions of years ago by their ancestors—literally, altered.

It can be said with absolute certainty that at this point, there is no need to continue fighting. There is no need to fight any further.

"What a farce." Archdruid Vincent sighed, and the huge white wolf wrapped in red electric light slowly shrank until it turned into a furry Pomeranian with a painful mask on its face.

He now only felt absurd and regretful. He was too ashamed to meet his old friends in a normal manner. No matter if they were betrayed by him or chose the so-called more correct path with him, they were all equally shameful.

Soon, the old ape with white hair and beard swung on the vines and landed next to the Pomeranian. Not far away, there was a rabbit with drooping ears, looking very sad, and a black and white cow cat with its tail between its legs and sneaky movements.

"That's it." Vincent, who looked like a Pomeranian, buried his head between his front legs, and his voice sounded particularly dull.

"What do you mean, just leave it at that!" Kakarot in monkey form turned up his lips and bared his teeth and roared angrily at the three little animals.

"You are the Archdruids, so take your responsibilities!"

Afterwards, the curses that burst out of the white ape's mouth were endless. No matter the content, duration or volume, they perfectly matched his title of "battle master". It can be said that he has master-level verbal skills.

Amidst the curses, Ivan laid out the entire story. A handful of extremists acted as executors, the Dragonborn political party provided financial and administrative support, and the three archdruids served as leaders and high-level combatants. The Winter Faction arose from ideas, rapidly expanded due to the interests of a few, and ultimately ended due to force.

Is it funny? A little bit, but the history of civilization is full of seemingly ridiculous yet profoundly influential stories like this.

Since everything had been urgently activated, several other archdruids simply controlled the Treeman Emperor to help with the city's relocation. Speaking of which, aside from a few of the top private chambers of commerce, many administrative buildings were built directly on the Treeman Emperor. During the previous encounter, the civil servants who hadn't had time to evacuate were truly frightened.

Alvin shook his head and said nothing more. He knew what was going on, so he naturally didn't cause too much damage.

Now that the plan is back on track, it's time to deal with the ancient sealed object 'Zhangzhangtian·Shenbu'.

But then again, where did the fallen druid who was hiding in the dark in the original plot go?

Neither the Whisperer himself nor his followers like silence...

Chapter 152: King of the Wild Hunt

Even though the three archdruids of the Winter Faction gave up resistance, the Treeman Emperor Arcturus did not immediately stop his combat form.

Originally, because the Treeman Emperor was not the main target of the "Black Hammer", his strength was enough to withstand the aftermath of the destruction of the sealed object.

Since it wouldn't be easily demolished like ordinary buildings, the druids didn't consider fully activating this decisive weapon. From a more political perspective, perhaps this was also to prevent unexpected situations, such as the whole thing was just a conspiracy.

However, the Treeman Emperor, who served as insurance, himself became part of the conspiracy, which made people feel very helpless.

"Well, it's not all bad." Kakarom, who turned back into a white ape, climbed on Ivan's shoulder with a very distressed expression.

"Indeed, it will only take about three hours to completely relocate Lin Yuanxia." said the giant god standing on the earth like a giant white tower.

Not far away, thousands of tons of soil and the buildings on the surface were temporarily fixed by the druids' spells, and the huge treeman emperor carefully lifted the entire piece of land that had been 'packed' by vines and tree roots, as if moving a display cabinet full of models.

The cost of activating the combat state of the Treeman Emperor is quite high. Just to accumulate enough magic power, it takes years to absorb various natural elements including flowing water and strong winds, not to mention the large amount of precious catalysts used in the activation ceremony.

Now that the Treeman Emperor had been fully activated, the druids simply put this defensive weapon into the planned implementation phase. Compared to the enormous cost of the activation ceremony, the Treeman Emperor's operating costs were certainly not low, but they were mostly recycled materials and natural clean energy, so they were still within an acceptable range.

"Since I'm here, I might as well go and help." Alvin found it interesting, and due to his personality, he also walked over and moved the urban plots that had been fixed by magic.

This was now quite easy for him. In his Titanic state, all aspects of his Titan bloodline's attributes were fully unleashed. A deeper transformation lay within the path to transcendence itself. Although still a long way from attaining the power of the Uranus King Soul, Ivan's understanding of the true nature of his own soul power had yielded significant results. His abilities were already far superior to those of ordinary humans, and Xiang Qian's sudden realization had fully awakened his soul power.

Now, his attainments on the path to transcendence were no different from those of an average fourth-tier Crowned One. As for actual combat power, only those supremely gifted individuals who had reached the path of 'perfection' could possibly challenge Ivan at the Crowned One level.

Therefore, the promotion ceremony has long been unnecessary.

Now, Alvin's understanding of this path is getting deeper and deeper. If soul abilities are regarded as "drawing cards" in the game, then both job characteristics and special abilities can be regarded as a kind of guaranteed card pool.

Those promotion rituals, which may be strong or weak, or even arranged in a system, are mostly the results of outstanding individuals awakening powerful soul abilities and then studying and cracking the abilities themselves. They are the true summary of technology and the crystallization of civilization, rather than accidental probabilistic events like gene mutations.

Therefore, the job sequence and promotion ceremony have their own characteristics, but if we look at the original appearance of this path, we will find that what is most suitable for the extraordinary person himself is undoubtedly the self-awakening soul ability.