Star Forge Titan

The cyan light transformed into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, dyeing the moonlight the same color.

Blood continued to drip from the sharp teeth of the dark demon wolf that Ashram transformed into, but he was completely unable to care about it now.

"Gustav! Stop! You will die!" Tears of blood flowed from the eyes of the demon wolf, and he pleaded loudly to the sky in grief and anger!

"Captain! Don't move! You are seriously injured, don't move!" Maria, who was moving through the shadows and quickly came to Ashram's side, hugged the wolf's thick neck with all her strength, and did not let go even when she was thrown to the ground.

"No! Gustav, it's Gustav! He has opened the seal of the Crown of Time!" The leader of the Knights roared excitedly.

"The seal of the Crown of Time?" Alvin frowned. Of course he knew about the Crown of Time. It was an existence that made all the players resentful.

In the plot, the Crown of Time is also the most terrifying place for Afrediya, who becomes the Blood Queen, after entering the dungeon.

Players who were wiped out repeatedly cursed the game company for giving the BOSS a remote control, which showed the ability to make time go forward, backward, pause, and even flip and jump to the past and future in different stages.

In the final stage, you have to face the combined attacks of three Blood Queens of different ages.

So, what kind of power will this immortal treasure display when it is in the hands of the 42nd Demon Lord Gustav?

Legendary weapons require soul power to fully activate, so what price would an immortal treasure above that require? Is that something a weak and injured person could bear?

A bad guess arose in Ivan's mind. Did he just hope that Afrediya would be strong in the future?

No, changing the future is what he wants to do!

Walking up to the almost mad Ashram, the young man raised his hand and pinned down the huge demon wolf.

With the multiple enhancements of transformation rituals, innate attributes and equipment, the black-haired boy's strength, which was already enough to wrestle with a dragon, has become even more exaggerated than before.

The pitch-black magic wolf, which was more than ten meters long, was grabbed by the hind legs by Ivan, who was more than two meters tall. He pulled and tugged, then put his hands on the north part and pressed hard, and the magic wolf actually fell down.

Ashram, who was seriously injured, was unable to break free for a moment and looked back at him in surprise.

"Boy, you can let me go now."

Feeling the heavy pressure like a small mountain on him, Ashram spat out a mouthful of blood and finally regained his composure.

His limbs that had turned into wolf claws trembled slightly, and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but some traces of erosion by the epidemic virus toxins could still be seen.

"Gustav needs time. We must hold back this monster, otherwise Evanmore will be completely destroyed." He turned to look at Ivan and said very seriously.

"That is an apocalypse-level strategic weapon, and the key is that it is infused with divine power. It is impossible for just a few of us to do it." Alvin shook his head with a very calm expression.

"Even if you can't do it, you have to try it!" Ashram glared.

"What I mean is, let the others move as well, especially those who did something wrong." Alvin looked at the necromancers who escaped with cold eyes.

At this time, the Death Rejecter lowered his body, opened his rotten jaw to reveal his gums, and continued to absorb the residual souls from the undead army. The green flame burning in his chest became brighter and more explosive, giving people a very bad premonition.

Outside the huge body, the dark green divine shield was still flashing, as if showing everyone the difference between mortals and gods.

"Oh my God, how can there be such a thing!" Bishop Patrick's voice came, and it was obvious that the team from the temple had also arrived.

"Bishop, is there any solution for the temple?" Ashram looked at the bishop with a glimmer of hope.

"After the years of silence, the gods have rarely intervened directly in the material world...you know the reason." Because there were many other people nearby, the bishop did not say much.

But looking at the glowing divine shield, Bishop Patrick broke out in a cold sweat. Even when facing a large number of cultists, he had never been so nervous.

When it comes to things of the level of the evil god's divine power, the abnormal situation should be the personal responsibility of the high priest of the temple, but the high priest of the Storm Temple has been in seclusion for many years like the other fifth-level priests. God knows where they have gone.

As a high-ranking official in the temple, he only knew the relevant term "Fire Realm Heaven" and had no idea about anything else.

"If a fifth-level person gives his all, the divine shield is not absolutely unbreakable." Alvin walked in front of everyone.

"But now His Majesty the Demon King needs time to gather strength, and the monster may move at any time, so we must mobilize all our forces to hold it back." Alvin is now very calm and has completely entered a state of concentration. He is thinking quickly about countermeasures without any influence in his mind.

As someone who had experienced multiple subsequent world events, he was no stranger to the sublimated power of "divine power," a factor that was originally expected to emerge after the natural disaster. However, related clues had already been discovered several versions earlier.

However, Ivan didn't expect that Elrond would be involved in the relevant plot in the first version. It was really unexpected. And as a first-level person, he was also involved in such a thing. It was too difficult...

Fortunately, as a blessing in disguise, the sacrifice process was interfered with by external forces and the transmission of divine power was forced to end early.

If the Death Rejector could destroy that shield, it would become a strategic weapon approaching the fourth rank, and it was still an incomplete form. With Evan Moore's current strength, it was possible to defeat the opponent if he made some sacrifices.

But that is also based on the premise that the shield is destroyed, otherwise, people will still have no choice but to face despair.

This was the judgment made by the person present who understood divine power best.

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling that his own strength was limited and he couldn't reverse the current situation at a lower cost.

There was no time to feel sorry for himself. The black-haired boy turned around and looked at everyone present. The strong wind made his black hair flutter like flames.

"Everyone, it's time to go all out."

Similarly, Khayon also said similar words to the necromancers around him.

However, the reason he gave was not for the country and the people, but purely...

"Everyone, if you don't want to be held accountable later, now is the best time to change your position. Believe me, I am a professional!" Khayang spoke eloquently, causing the necromancers who had originally retreated as far as three houses away from him to slowly move closer.

Seeing everyone's eyes turned to him, the young black-robed wizard simply jumped onto a disgusting corpse, opened his arms and swung them vigorously and began his speech (nonsense).

After a brief and powerful persuasion, he clenched his fist and swung it hard.

"What are you still hesitating about? Act now!"

The necromancers looked at each other in bewilderment. They were not fools and naturally knew the horror of the reckoning afterwards. Besides, the monster in front of them had no intention of letting them leave freely.

Then, under the leadership of several high-level wizards, the surviving necromancers began to forcibly seize control of the undead army and drive them to attack those who refused to die.

Others also prepared various kinds of magic to launch a unified attack, and some third-level cultivators who had awakened their soul power even began to recite soul poems.

At the same time, the technical mages of the Blood Order who have been staying in the research institute for a long time to develop technology are also taking action.

With the massive, clawed war bears at the core of the battle line, countless arcane monsters surged toward the Three Towers Hill like a tide. The largest of these were the saber-toothed wolves, a combination of the northern wolf and the ancient cat's lifeline.

Their canine characteristics allow them to be more obedient to orders, while their feline hunting nature gives these monsters powerful fighting instincts.

Coupled with the claws and tremendous strength that the arcane transformation has bestowed upon it, which can tear through steel, and the special fur that can resist arrows and some magic, this monster's qualities are excellent and balanced in all aspects.

Therefore, in addition to the elite-made war bears, this monster became the first generation of mass-produced main battle monsters.

At this moment, thousands of saber-toothed wolves arrived at the Three Towers Hill, including one hundred and twenty huge clawed war bears.

The roaring mystical monsters and the undead army, partly controlled by the necromancer, launched an attack simultaneously. A rain of arrows and projectile magic that covered the sky and sun rained down on the mountain-like body of the Death Rejector.

But the oval divine shield that was as thin as an eggshell did not even cause a ripple. Instead, a large number of attacks were bounced back, destroying a large number of the undead legions that were serving as cannon fodder in the front.

The Death Reject, whose absorption was interrupted, looked down at the group of tiny beings surrounding it. At this moment, there was no human emotion or memory left in its heart, only the extreme desire for destruction.

The bloody mouth of the man who refused to die, with his gums exposed, opened wider and wider, and even the remaining flesh and blood at the corners of his mouth were forcibly torn off.

The part of the spine exposed outside the flesh and armor glowed with a metallic luster. Starting from the tail vertebra, a large amount of negative energy gathered and emitted purple light, climbing up along the spine one section at a time.

When this power penetrated the entire spine, overwhelming purple flames burst out from the mouth of the Death Rejecter.

The purple flames were like a surging wave, rapidly spreading in all directions. All the mystical monsters affected by the flames became shriveled and withered in an instant, and the undead army was directly reduced to ashes.

The exhalations continued for fifteen seconds, and then the Death Rejecter inhaled again, and a large amount of vitality and broken soul flew into its mouth along the resulting hurricane.

"Three minutes and nineteen seconds, and there are no more cannon fodders left. It's our turn as the next batch." Ivan clenched the 'Burning Justice' in his hand and found that there was not much fear and tension in his heart.

Instead, there is more excitement and excitement, as if something from deep in the blood is singing and calling.

No one objected to the black-haired boy's words, because they could all see the flickering magical light high up in the sky. The originally silver-white moon was gradually turning blue, and soon it would be completely occupied by the magical light.

"The Gusmith family's Moonlight Secret Sword, a sword technique that descended from the sky. Created in the pioneering era, it is a sword of counterattack and a perfect sword created with the evil god as the target." Bishop Patrick sighed in a low voice.

As a member of the temple, he had mixed feelings about this. If he could target the evil god, he could naturally target other gods as well. Of course, the Gusmith family had not used this tactic against their allies in the past thousand years.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Death Rejecter, who had absorbed a large amount of vitality and soul. His originally incomplete flesh and blood began to slowly proliferate. The desire to complete itself made him instinctively look at the creatures on the ground.

However, when the monster's gaze swept over a tiny being wearing a black robe who took the initiative to walk to a conspicuous place.

An indescribable anger surged in his heart, pushing everything away. Only the strong urge to destroy that existence completely occupied the turbid mind of the Death Rejector.

"Ka-Yang--" The Apocalypse-class Undead Colossus roared and strode forward.

Faced with the terrifying threat, all the necromancers stopped attacking and fled in all directions, only the young black-robed mage stood silently in place.

"Ahh, is this the end of me?" Khayon shrugged, looking somewhat relieved.

At this moment, he didn't need to pretend anything, nor did he need to keep up that fake smile.

He raised his hand to make the shape of a trumpet, then pointed his wand slightly, and a voice amplified by magic came out of his mouth.

"Hey, Lucius!"

The resounding voice with a hint of laughter attracted the attention of everyone present. Even the death-rejectors with muddled minds lowered their heads at the name.

"Have you ever thought about the eternal wound you believe in? What if... hehe, hehehe... what if it's actually... hum hum... hahahaha!"

The black-robed wizard's voice revealed an uncontrollable smile, and even his words became intermittent, and finally turned into an uncontrollable and rampant laugh.

Only after the wild laughter did people hear clearly what he said.

“What if it’s a hemorrhoid!?!”

Chapter 72: Air Combat Knight (Part 1)

The laughter seemed to reach from the material world to the upper planes and into the depths of hell.

At this moment, the mage created history, the mage changed the noun, and everyone knows it.

"The most damning thing about a wizard is his tongue!" Regardless of friend or foe, the traditional proverb of Palladia instantly emerged in everyone's mind.

A gust of wind blew across the suddenly quiet square. Khayon stood at the feet of the fifty-meter-tall Death Rejecter. The contrast between the two was like that of an adult and a smelly cockroach at his feet.

In the dead silence, Khayon's laughter stopped abruptly, the expression on his face quickly disappeared, and then he made a very rude gesture to the Death Rejecter.

"Good boy." Alvin heard Ashram beside him growl, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

This sentence delayed the process for at least thirty seconds, during which the Death Rejecter did not make any move.

Burning rage gradually rose in the eyes of Lucius, embedded in the monster's skull. Even though most of his human emotions had been stripped away and transformed into foolish demon parts, the remaining emotions in his spirit still uncontrollably affected his judgment.

Then, everyone saw that the Death Rejecter's huge body was actually trembling slightly.

He suddenly raised his right leg, which was constantly shedding rotten flesh, and his broad foot hung in the air, just like a small boat hoisted high.

Khayon, who was right in front of it, was completely enveloped by the shadow cast.

"...At this moment, I just want to say one thing." The young black-robed mage looked up at the huge piece of rotting flesh wrapped in rusted armor. He spoke calmly:

“Help!!!!!!”

A shameful cry came out of his mouth, and the right leg of the man who refused to die fell heavily with the sound of wind!

Anyway, shouting doesn't cost any money, so Ka Yang shouted "Help" with this thought in mind, only to feel a rapidly approaching red flash in the corner of his eye, and then his collar was tightened, and the whole person was pulled sideways.

The distant scene in his field of vision was quickly brought closer, and a loud noise was heard behind him. The strong wind made it impossible for him to open his mouth. Once he opened his mouth, his face would be blown into various shapes like a cloth bag opened by the wind.

Ten seconds ago, just as Ashram was about to rescue someone, he saw a tall figure flying out beside him.

That was Ivan who once again created the Rocket Fist by calling upon the power of the flawless gem 'Eternal Flame'.

This time he did not set up an explosion part, but used all the disposable fire element crystals he had shaped as propellants.

The rock gloves wrapped in the mithril armor continuously spewed out long and short tongues of fire backwards, driving him to fly forward quickly with one hand clenched and stretched straight out.

The observation ability enhanced by the secret ritual transformation and the blessing of God made the scenes seen by Ivan, who was moving at high speed, seem to be slowed down.

He saw the Death Reject's giant foot slowly descend, and Khayon's seemingly calm face slowly revealed a mixture of anger and tension, while his other hand, which he had extended, slowly approached the collar of the robe of the daring black-robed wizard.

At the last moment before the Death Rejects' trample fell, Ivan grabbed the young wizard's robe with his hand, clenched his five fingers tightly, and seemed to hear an exclamation of "Oh oh oh oh oh oh" in his ears.

Then, Khayon's voice became very strange due to the Doppler effect.

Boom! The trampling of the Death Rejects created a deep crater in the ground, and the surrounding area was plunged into a small earthquake. The necromancers lost their balance and tumbled to the ground. Ashram, transformed into a demon wolf, had to grip the ground with all four claws to avoid falling.

The Silver Knights who arrived with Alvin relied on their hard training and supported each other to avoid falling down.

Deputy Captain Maria grabbed the long hair of Ashram beside her without hesitation, pulling the latter to scream in pain. Because she was too nervous about the captain, the half-elf female spy she was watching had taken the opportunity to slip away just now, and now she is probably about to escape to the port.

Ivan and Khayon had already flown into the air, their current height almost at the same level as the Death Rejects' eyes.

The ugly monster with a rotten face stared at the two guys in front of him who were only level one and level two but were flying in the air, as if he was looking at two annoying bugs.

Then, it raised its arms...

Start swatting mosquitoes!

"Land! Land quickly!" Ka Yang, who was thrown around, grabbed the robe with both hands at the same time, praying frantically in his heart that the tailor did not cut corners, for fear that the robe would be torn in the air.

He even didn't care about his two hairy legs, which were as thick as bamboo poles and completely exposed to the cold air at high altitude. This was an extremely embarrassing and unfortunate situation.