Star Forge Titan

Perhaps this is also a manifestation of its nature.

Ivan didn't want to guess, nor was he too lazy to guess. He preferred to crush conspiracies and schemes with grandeur and momentum. Eliminating the root of the problem was always the best way to solve it. As long as the foundation of the problem was eliminated, the problem itself would naturally disappear.

After discussing for a long time, everyone was still confused. There was nothing they could do but to be vigilant and disperse.

Before leaving, several archdruids looked at each other and signaled the white ape Kakarom to come forward. Noticing this, Ivan couldn't help but stop.

"Everyone, is there anything else?"

"There is indeed something." Kakarom scratched his head like an ordinary monkey. Fortunately, he didn't find a flea, otherwise Alvin would probably stay away from him.

After fumbling for a moment, the elderly archdruid pulled a seed from a vine-woven bag. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary acorn. But the key point was that the acorn in the old man's hand was glowing.

“…” Alvin was stunned, but fortunately his well-trained brain immediately searched for relevant information from his memory.

"A gift from the Oakfather?"

This precious treasure, bestowed upon a druid by a great being who had ascended to the heavens, once the forefather of the druids. It could accelerate a druid's learning of nature spells, and in times of emergency, it could serve as a supreme healing artifact. Even severely injured higher-level transcendents could be healed in a short period of time. It was truly a treasure like a second life.

"You knew?" Now it was the archdruids' turn to be surprised, and then the few people who maintained the appearance of small animals on a daily basis expressed their understanding.

"As expected of a descendant of the One who forged the stars, nothing can be hidden from you."

Don't use this as an excuse for everything.

Alvin resisted the urge to complain.

"Although this thing is precious, it cannot offset the favor you have bestowed on us." Kakarom shrugged casually, and then he and several other great druids showed a solemn expression at the same time.

"In short, the Great Wilderness Forest and the druids owe you a big favor." After saying that, the druids transformed into real human forms and bowed down in unison.

"The Oak Father bears witness, descendant of the great Titan, the Druid faction is at your disposal."

At the same time, a roar like thunder came from a very far distance.

Those were the voices of the many giant beasts in the Great Wilderness Forest, as well as the voices of all current and future fourth-order battle groups within the United Emirates. They all expressed one meaning - to pay loyalty to the descendants of the giant god.

Chapter 165 Warm Welcome

Beyond the Great Wild Forest, there are vast expanses of grassland stretching as far as the eye can see.

Before the destruction of the 'Growth Heaven·Life God Body', the vitality that emanated from it had only a small effect in this area.

Even so, the herbaceous vegetation surrounding the Cricket Forest thrived more vigorously than in other areas. These lush vegetation grew with such ferocious growth that there were barely any gaps between them. Their roots intertwined intricately beneath the ground, while above the surface, their stems and leaves clung together, forming a vast, lush sea of ​​green before them, as vast as the ocean.

Therefore, the people around here called this area the Green Sea Plain. The Green Sea Plain happened to be the border between the Great Wilderness United Emirate and the Free Confederation of Genoa. In the past, aside from the caravans traveling between the two countries and the occasional visits of nomads, the Green Sea Plain was as tranquil as a real ocean.

But at this moment, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of this green sea of ​​vegetation was broken by a low roar.

The 'sea surface' in the distance was split in two, the atmosphere was violently torn apart, and the strong wind blew the green grass to the left and right. Something was approaching from afar at an extremely fast speed.

"Pledge allegiance to the descendants of the giant!" The voice with obvious mocking tone became very strange due to the Doppler effect, and then there was a series of continuous laughter.

"Don't be like this." Ivan sighed helplessly, and Afrediya hugged his neck from behind with a smirk on her face.

The sticky little couple was now riding together, crossing the Green Sea Plain at a speed that was completely unlike that of horses.

High in the sky, the Voyager airship was chasing from afar, and in an even higher low-Earth orbit was the excavation battleship New Logillas orbiting the planet.

The reason why the two horsemen were able to reach such speed was, of course, because the horse they were riding was called Sanwang, which can be written as Carnivorous Horse King and pronounced as Mechanical Monster Horse. The "horse" in the race column of this guy's ID card had long been crossed out, and replaced by a super ancient modified shell species.

As the saying goes, things resemble their owners. Just as Alvin grew by beating the ancient sealed artifact, the "Growth Heaven·Life Divine Body," so too could the Mountain King grow by running freely, following the wind.

In addition to the two-wheeled, sprinting motorcycle form and the horse-and-man exoskeleton-attached form, it also evolved from the first motorcycle form into a new 2.5-degree mode: the quadcopter hoverbike form. The originally close-knit double-row, high-load-carrying tires were then spread apart to the left and right. The rapidly rotating spiral wheel hubs generated a high-speed airflow downward, propelling the vehicle body free from gravity and hovering over three meters above the ground. The vehicle then tilted forward to generate diagonal thrust.

The only thing about the Mountain King in this state that resembled a horse was the roar of its engine, which sounded a bit like a horse's neigh. Other than that, Alvin couldn't see how it was any more of a horse.

Like a horse? Resembling a horse? Like a horse?

Never mind the details.

Feeling the breeze blowing in your face, it's said that after reaching 60 kilometers per hour, the feeling of holding a D-cup bra with your hands outstretched is similar to holding a D-cup bra. Wouldn't 300 kilometers, five times that, be even more powerful? Before, I had no real experience, so I could only imagine it and couldn't compare it. But now...

It turns out that when people let their minds wander, they tend to go off into strange angles.

If one had the dynamic vision of a superhuman, they would probably notice that both Alvin and Afrediya seemed very relaxed at this moment.

Having said that, humanity's ability to adapt is truly remarkable. A century from now, they'll be facing a vast horde of pure-colored Ultra Beasts. Even if most are only at the level of a Familiar, it's still a terrifying force capable of devouring and assimilating an entire galaxy.

Even Alvin couldn't help but feel uneasy when he first learned about the prophecy, but after practicing hard for many days under pressure, he now actually had the spare time to think about the messy yellow waste.

Humans, are they powerful?

Oh, I'm a Titan now.

It doesn’t matter. This conceptual definition comes from self-awareness.

I can be human too.

Chatting casually about random things, Sanwang, advancing at a speed of more than 300 kilometers, soon entered the territory of the Free Confederation of Genoa.

This was a loose alliance of multiple city-states, of which the City of Thousand Towers, originally a member as the City of Scholars, was a member. Later, to establish its permanent neutrality, it withdrew from the Free Confederation and participated in international affairs as an independent city-state. While this process was certainly not smooth, the City of Thousand Towers' unique status as a sacred place for mages and a training center for neutral transcendents led to overt and covert support from various nations for this secession, ultimately establishing the City of Scholars' unique and absolutely neutral position.

So, just like the Vatican City to Italy, if you want to go to the City of a Thousand Towers, you must first enter the Free Confederation of Genoa.

The geography of this area is very special. It is sandwiched between two continuous mountain ranges. However, there is a medium-sized fertile plain between the mountains. There are also rivers winding through it, bringing sufficient water resources and a dense water network to the entire area. It can be used for agricultural water as well as as a navigation channel. The river estuary overlaps with the gap in the mountains to form a natural harbor.

Such a favorable environment, coupled with the humid and warm climate in low-latitude areas, means that the people in the Genoa region rarely suffer from external wars. In addition, the developed commerce and handicrafts have accelerated the pace of urbanization, and the geographical location bordering on the civilization of a large country has eventually formed a city-state union system with different styles, mutual assistance and a certain degree of independence.

"The people of Genoa are quite enthusiastic, sometimes even a little too enthusiastic," Afrediya introduced.

"Indeed, even a barbarian like me who came from the northern ice fields has heard of it." As he spoke, Alvin couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Yes, yes, you must have heard it from the tribal witch doctor." The Demon King rolled his eyes at him unhappily, and recalled his past experiences, the corners of his mouth curled unconsciously.

After crossing the Green Sea Plain, the road ahead gradually narrowed, and soon you could see rolling mountains rising from the horizon. That was the area actually controlled by the Genoa Commercial Confederation. To enter the Genoa Commercial Confederation, you had to pass through the pass built at the bottom of the mountains.

Although the pass only had a single stone wall a few dozen meters long, its geographical advantage allowed the defenders to easily hold off an army several, sometimes even dozens, times larger than their own. Of course, this presupposed that the upper echelons of the army didn't have an absolute disparity in strength.

After all, Palladia is a magical world where supernatural forces exist. Topography alone cannot stop the truly powerful. You know, there's a unique geographical feature on this planet called the Strong Landform!

"To be honest, I'm not used to the 'enthusiasm' of the Genoese people, so when I was studying abroad, I didn't even want to attend a dance. Social activities are really troublesome." Seeing the pass getting closer and closer in the distance, Afrediya made a pure and innocent speech.

If she were on Earth, she would probably be the kind of person who only goes to the classroom, laboratory and dormitory in college and would basically not go anywhere else.

However, she had no choice as she was born into a royal family. This girl who didn't like socializing and preferred to stay at home reading books and playing magic ended up becoming the ruler of the northern kingdom of Elrond. One can't help but sigh at the unpredictability of fate.

To avoid unnecessary attention, Sanwang reluctantly transformed into a horse. But even though a horse isn't as eye-catching as a heavy motorcycle, a horse over three meters tall is still quite exaggerated...

Ivan and Afrediya looked at each other, wondering what identity they should use to enter the country. In the distance, the sound of a capstan turned rumbled from the pass. The heavy gate rose too high, and the drawbridge slowly lowered.

This is not a major trade route, so for defensive reasons it is not open to pedestrians on a daily basis. The current situation is indeed somewhat surprising.

"You didn't inform the Supreme Council ahead of time that we were coming, did you?"

"How is that possible? I wouldn't act on my own. I didn't even tell my advisor or classmates when I was studying abroad."

Afrediya patted Ivan's back unhappily, and the moment her white palm touched the broad back, a muffled "bang" sound was heard.

No need to guess, it's a caress that an ordinary boyfriend can't afford.

Then, the two of them watched silently as two neat teams of people walked out of the pass ahead.

This group of uninvited guys were playing and singing as they walked. They had all kinds of common local instruments such as mandolins and violins. Their clothes were more fancy than all the colorful flags on the sports field combined. The overall style was full of strong Genoese local characteristics.

Bah!Bah!

Large paper firecrackers were set off one after another, small pieces of colorful paper flew everywhere, and noisy cheers were heard from the crowd, although most of them had a slightly confused expression, and obviously had no idea what kind of distinguished guest they were welcoming.

Standing in front of the honor guard that had begun to play music, two guys who looked ten or even nine times more flashy than the others swung out a banner.

On the expensive silk satin with gold thread embroidered on the edges, a line of large characters was written in curved round characters with a rough and curled pen.

"Welcome Her Majesty Afredia Antonia Josephine Gusmith and her family to Genoa! ! ! "

Among them, Frey's name and title alone occupied more than half of the content on the banner.

As for Alvin...

Needless to say, he is the "family member" who is being taken along among the "family members taken along".

Chapter 166 Independent City-State

Oh, am I being treated as a punk?

It's really hard to fathom how well-informed these guys are.

According to the settings in the virtual Palladio in Ivan's memory, the country whose full name is the 'Genoa Free Trade and Mutual Assistance Confederation' is very good at intelligence work.

A nation renowned for its commerce couldn't afford to neglect the importance of intelligence, especially given its geographical proximity to numerous nations. While Genoa's homeland was easily defended and difficult to attack, maintaining its international standing necessitated a heightened emphasis on both the quantity and timeliness of intelligence gathered.

But looking at the current situation...

They were isolated from the news, but they were able to learn about Afrediya's arrival.

They were well-informed, right? They weren't completely unaware of Ivan's identity, but their direction was quite off.

When a Titan enters the stage of awakening the king's soul, ordinary extraordinary forces cannot talk to him on an equal footing. It is not because of his noble status or identity, but simply because of the absolute gap in strength that cannot be filled by numbers.

Therefore, ever since entering the Dwarven Kingdom to repair the Great Forge and embarking on the Broken Journey, Ivan has no longer concealed his identity. Entering the Great Wild Forest, he has revealed his full form as a giant god several times, and even used the power of the ancient battleship to destroy the "Growth Heaven·Life God Body".

In other words, in terms of intelligence value, Alvin's identity as a Titan is far more important than Prince Elrond.

If it were a competent national intelligence agency, it would have collected relevant intelligence and presented it to the ruling class long ago. I just don't know what's going on in Genoa.

In theory, the local ruling government is the Genoese Supreme Council, composed of representatives from numerous city-states. In reality, the elven homeland, the Eternal Isle, looms large behind it. They are like two sides of the same coin, seemingly at odds, yet in reality, one and the same.

The elven intelligence agency 'Bionic Bird' is deployed throughout the entire continent. Alvin has dealt with them in the Northern Kingdom of Elrond and the Central Empire of Lind, and the information about him should have been recorded long ago.

It seems that things are not as simple as they seem.

and many more……

Recalling the past, Alvin suddenly thought of a few old friends. He vaguely remembered that he had sent a letter to Lind a few months ago, and most of his friends there had probably received it by now.

A subtle feeling surged in his heart, prompting him to subconsciously glance at Afrediya who was adjusting her clothes.

The Demon King, who was pretending to be solemn, looked at him in confusion and then looked away.

At this moment, Afrediya's face was expressionless, her back straight, her hands folded naturally in a perfectly socially appropriate pose, making her look like a perfect statue of a lady. It was completely different from the youthful, energetic high school girl she had been, sitting on the back of a motorcycle and yelling. Well, considering the description later, she might also be a bit of a spirited young girl.

Soon after, the band finished a brief welcome song. Two Genoese nobles, dressed in rich attire, handed banners to their valets and approached with fawning expressions. They all bowed to Afrediya, their bodies practically bent in half as they uttered a long string of praises. The valets behind them urged the musicians to play again, and the music that resumed was filled with a cacophony, almost a bit of a commotion.

The two nobles briefly introduced themselves. They were members of the Supreme Council. They welcomed His Majesty King Elrond and, as representatives of the Supreme Council, were honored to invite the two to the nearest city-state, Wismar, where a banquet had been prepared in advance and there would be a very grand social ball tonight.

Considering the distinguished guest's status, the Council prepared a magnificent motorcade. The horses pulling the carriages were pure white, without a single stray hair, and were all selected, top-quality, thoroughbred horses. Combined with the costly enchanted carriages, the procession could reach its destination quickly and smoothly.

After exchanging a glance, Ivan and Afrediya, unaware of the situation, showed no apparent reaction, simply accepting the local nobles' hospitality with a nonchalant air. A moment before getting into the carriage, Ivan paused and glanced toward the alleyway behind the crowd. He could vaguely see a familiar figure flash by.

Seeing this, he immediately showed an expression of understanding, and then didn't say anything more.

He told Sanwang to keep up with the carriage, which caused quite a bit of trouble to the thoroughbred horses pulling it. They almost couldn't move, not because they were afraid, but because Sanwang was truly a handsome and tough horse.

Ignoring the horses, Ivan went to Afrediya's side. The Genoese nobles tactfully boarded another carriage, and the convoy, accompanied by warm welcome music, sailed smoothly through the pass toward the nearest Free City.

Afrediya glanced inside the carriage, and her eyes suddenly turned into dragon-like vertical pupils. She was naturally not admiring the luxurious decoration inside the carriage, but observing whether there were any eavesdropping spells or magical devices.

After confirming that there was nothing that shouldn't be there, Afrediya began to ask.

"What did you find?"

"Oh, someone I know, but not too well." Alvin rubbed his chin with his fingers, looking thoughtful.

"Male or female?" The Demon King looked at his own prince suspiciously, his eyes becoming sharp.

"The flat kind." Ivan drew a line on his chest that was as straight as an iron wall. Afrediya snorted at the sight, and her eyes changed from vertical pupils back to their usual round and cute appearance.

"Don't worry about those two congressmen. Someone will answer the previous questions at the ball." The question that His Majesty the Demon King was referring to was naturally why the other party knew the exact time of his entry.

"Your Majesty is wise." Alvin nodded slightly. He had roughly guessed the ins and outs of the matter.

"?" Afrediya looked suspicious again.

"Are you praising me?"

"of course."

A king needs no reason! Although she didn't know what was going on, Afrediya instinctively rubbed the horns of her head against Ivan's cheek.

"...Why is Your Majesty so?" Alvin asked vaguely, his face rubbed by the dragon's horns, leaving a long streak of sparks.

"I don't know!" Afrediya continued to push people with confidence.

Amidst the fun, the carriage soon arrived at Wismar, the city-state closest to the pass.