Star Forge Titan

Ivan hadn't noticed it before, but it was because the circulation in his body automatically switched to a mode that could adapt to the current situation.

In the lepton space, the soul crown with a large red star suspended on it emitted a little light, allowing him to use all his skills normally and maintain the operation of various characteristics, which made him subconsciously ignore such a significant difference.

On the other hand, as a mage, Afrediya should have been more affected, but the ancient dragon's true form clearly possessed excellent comprehensive and universal adaptability. The golden dragon soul power flowed out from the depths of her consciousness, allowing her to forcibly call upon the inert environmental magic around her.

The one who was most affected among the three was Diana. Many abilities of the armored cavalry and high-level engineering knights could not be used directly, but this did not affect what she was doing at the moment.

Click! Pushing the magazine, Diana completed her personal firearms inspection. While she couldn't carry her holy war mech close to her, her high-pressure steam-powered individual magic rifle was securely slung at her waist. Even if environmental factors forced the portable magic furnace to operate at low power, increasing the time it would take to reload the gas cylinder during combat, the weapon's power remained the same as before.

"There's something wrong with this place, but fortunately the impact on everyone is within an acceptable range." Afrediya sighed, hugging her knees.

"I didn't bring enough things." Diana said simply, then pursed her lips.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just think of it as coming out to relax." Frey put her arm around the silver-haired girl in a familiar manner, and the latter immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

Because of the alcohol, both of her faces looked red, which made Alvin stare at her.

At this moment, the three of them were riding on a flying carpet heading towards the large ruins at six o'clock.

"The speed is a bit slow, and the altitude is much lower than normal. It seems I have to find a place to spend the night." Looking at the ground three meters away, Alvin frowned slightly.

Out of caution for entering an unfamiliar environment, he didn't immediately assume Titan form, and Frey didn't transform into an Ancient Dragon. Large targets could easily attract unnecessary attention. If only a few enemies appeared head-on, it wouldn't be a big deal.

What is more worrying is that the distant ruins are being secretly manipulated or destroyed.

By then, it would be very difficult to return to the City of Thousand Towers.

In addition, the impact of the inertia of magic also made Alvin think about it.

Originally, he thought that in the world after traveling through time, magic was some special substance similar to elementary particles, but as he continued to advance on the road to transcendence, things took a different turn.

Especially after awakening his soul power, Ivan realized that magic power was more of an aid than a necessity for most transcendents. Judging from his own and Afrediya's performance, the more powerful and high-level transcendents were, the more they were able to break free from their dependence on magic power.

However, the same spell or characteristic, if driven by soul power, will have a stronger effect.

In this way, magic power is compared with soul power. The former is like the training wheels on a bicycle. For the rider, it is indeed difficult to get rid of them when first learning to ride a bicycle, but it becomes dispensable when actually learning how to ride a bicycle.

In other words, magic is just an auxiliary tool and not a necessity for extraordinary people?

So why do these "auxiliary tools" appear? Tools are mostly artificially created.

and many more……

Could it be that magic isn't a substance that already exists in the universe? And aren't the principles that govern magic fundamental laws of the universe?

Could it be that magic power is some kind of artificially created tool to assist in the awakening of soul power?!

Overly stimulating ideas popped up one after another, making Ivan's expression very interesting for a while.

It's like someone telling you that water was actually created by aliens and that there is no naturally occurring water in nature.

is it possible?

Judging from known information, magic power is widely distributed throughout the planet of Palladia and even in the surrounding galaxies, and even exists in more distant star regions. Otherwise, why would the Titans master the astral breathing method almost instinctively?

But after reaching the fourth level, Alvin could clearly realize that awakening the power of the soul would help the true awakening of the king's soul.

If we consider it from the perspective of who benefits and who contributes, Titan is likely to actively expand the proportion of the magical environment in the universe.

Thinking more deeply, if this special substance or energy that is beneficial to the awakening of King Uranus's soul is really a man-made product, then the civilization that invented it would most likely be called the Uranus Sky Dynasty!

If this is true, what is the true nature of soul power? Isn't it the product of an intelligent lifeform's ability to think and change the world, and then materialize this tendency to change it? But something more, more... more of what?

His thoughts suddenly stopped, and Alvin suddenly realized that he shouldn't continue thinking.

He has too little information now, and forcing an analysis will often only lead to a wrong dead end, but it does need to be taken seriously.

Somehow, it seemed as if some intuition told Alvin that the answer to this question might represent some deeper "truth" hidden behind the world.

"What an unexpected gain." After a long sigh, Ivan whispered to himself:

"What's the harvest?" Afrediya looked over here in surprise.

"Aren't we discussing whether or not to find a place to camp?"

Speaking of this, His Majesty the Demon King suddenly became very excited.

"Listen to me, listen to me. Although it looks desolate at first glance, if you look around carefully, don't you think this place is actually quite interesting?"

"...Really?" Diana looked at Afrediya in confusion, but Ivan immediately showed an expression that said, 'I really can't do anything about you.'

"Yes." His Majesty the Demon King replied immediately:

"It's desolate. The sounds you hear are entirely natural, yet the surrounding scenery is filled with traces of past civilization. Alas, I only got a passing grade in 'Rhetoric,' so I can't quite put my finger on this feeling. Anyway, it's incredibly interesting!"

With her hands unconsciously raised to her chest, Frey now looked like an elementary school student who suddenly learned about the spring outing. She didn't look like a devil at all.

"Oh~" Alvin sighed and started to spout words one after another.

"Have a picnic, set up a tent, light a bonfire, and look at the stars."

Every time she heard a word, Afrediya nodded vigorously. She looked more like a twelve-year-old girl than a mature woman in her twenties.

Now, Diana's eyes looking at His Majesty the Demon King became even more strange.

Well, ever since they met frankly, she had felt that she could not respect His Majesty, who was the Lord of Elrond in the Northern Kingdom in theory, name, and law.

"It's not completely impossible." Alvin touched his chin, and suddenly the three of them stopped talking at the same time, their eyes all looking towards a pile of rubble that was bulging upwards in front of them on the right.

At this moment, the stars that illuminated the earth have already set on the horizon. The remaining light is unable to illuminate the entire world. Only a little dim color shrouds the surroundings like fog.

But on another high ground in the front left, a faint but obvious light was flashing at this moment.

It might be difficult for others to see clearly, but with the excellent eyesight of extraordinary people, the three of them noticed that there was a short figure standing on the top of the high ground, standing on tiptoe and trying to raise the half piece of mirror fragment in his hand, constantly reflecting the sunlight towards them, trying to attract their attention.

"That person is reminding us." Afrediya said with certainty.

"Isn't the point that we finally met a living person?" Alvin looked at her strangely.

Diana remained silent. She had already drawn the magic spear from her waist and was now concentrating on the rubble to her right. As for the other two bosses, they were still sitting on the flying carpet, chatting as if nothing had happened.

The next second, the rubble pile exploded from the inside out. The whole process happened without any warning, as abrupt as if it had been set up long ago.

A giant bionic structure with eight legs and a spider-like shape jumped out from it. It was as tall as a three-story building, and the surface of the body was covered with rust, which was the result of the metal material being lacking maintenance for a long time.

"Wow, what a big spider." Afrediya exclaimed softly.

"Run! Its attack range does not exceed one hundred meters!" A very shrill voice came from the top of the ruins of the building on the other side, sounding like a child underage.

"Just run out..." The child was stunned on the spot before he could finish his words to remind the three outsiders.

"Multi-legged robots, I quite like this design. There were similar characters in the animations I used to watch."

Ivan, who had appeared at the feet of the Spider Golem at some point, spoke with a nostalgic tone:

Then, he 'gently' kicked the giant golem that was in an attacking stance.

boom-----

Isn't that a coincidence? Even a golem with eight legs can fall.

Chapter 187: The Giant God

"The world is a big piece of shit! No one can change it!"

Marian has always believed this. Ever since her left hand was bitten off by a half-iron, half-flesh soul-destroying mastiff, she has become more and more convinced that her view of the world is absolutely correct.

This shitty world has no future and no hope. Everyone is wrapped in the stench of pain, whether it is emitted by themselves or picked up from others. No one can avoid this smell, because everyone lives in this huge pile of shit, this world!

But at this moment, Marian suddenly felt that this hard and smelly pile of dog shit seemed to be turned over.

In short, she felt her worldview was challenged.

To the west of the tribe's temporary gathering place lay a mountain spider, a gigantic monster that constantly gnawed at the earth to weave a stone web. While it was called a web, that was only in proportion to the monster's size. Even the thinnest strand of silk composing the web could accommodate more than a dozen people walking side by side.

To be honest, mountain spiders are not very harmful. Apart from eating soil and metal, they usually only perform the fixed work of spraying mortar to weave stone webs.

As a nomadic tribe that needs to travel to different settlements according to the season, the stone webs woven by mountain spiders are very easy to walk on, allowing them to cross the more dangerous and complex ground environment from a high altitude and safely complete each season's migration.

When not weaving their webs, mountain spiders rarely leave their territory. Their enormous size leaves them virtually devoid of predators, but any creature that enters their territory will be immediately attacked. Their eight massive metal-clad limbs can easily flatten rough ground, and even packs of Soulless Mastiffs can be dispatched with the same ease as ants.

Fortunately, according to the elders, when a mountain spider is dormant, it won't wake up unless you get within a hundred meters. Even if you accidentally wake it up, as long as you immediately move a hundred meters away, the mountain spider will abandon the attack and return to its original position to continue dormancy.

Eleven-year-old Marian was able to approach the monster thanks to the precious knowledge passed down through generations of tribes. Otherwise, how could she have dared to scavenge and search for treasure in this scrap metal mountain, only a few hundred meters away from the mountain spider's main body?

Incidentally, this mountain of scrap metal, resembling garbage, is also a 'dinner plate' specially prepared by the mountain spider. It is filled with metal materials collected from all around, so occasionally ancient secret treasures that retain some of their functions can be discovered from it.

Marian is not greedy. As an underage wasteland nomad with limited power, excessive greed will only bring unnecessary disasters.

She just wanted to find a piece of iron strong enough to repair her left arm, which had a rusty shell.

Yes, that's right, the left arm. Although Marian had her natural left hand forcibly taken away by the Soul-Destroying Mastiff when she was eight years old, she received a metal prosthetic from the elders. It's not as flexible as a flesh hand, but it has greater strength than a flesh hand. The only thing is that it can't get wet, otherwise it will rust in a minute.

She looked at the prosthetic limbs that didn't fit her body shape. The iron arms that reached below her knees were clearly only suitable for adults. Even so, Marian had consistently held the title of arm wrestling champion among her fellow scavengers.

But now, looking at the mountain spider that was completely overturned, she felt that the strength of this iron hand was just so-so.

Marian even suspected that she hadn't actually come to the scrap metal mountain to scavenge, but was instead lying in the tent, sleeping soundly with her head covered. How could such an unbelievable scene happen in real life!?!

"I must be dreaming."

The girl muttered to herself. Behind her windproof goggles, a pair of light red eyes were filled with disbelief.

Yes, only dreams, incredible dreams, could be so free. Otherwise, how could anyone kick over a mountain spider, what the elders called an ultra-heavy construction machine—an eight-legged stone chewer!

Because they are not humans, but the barbaric Titans of the North~

It is absolutely possible, absolutely possible, and it is easy. Even without relying on innate supernatural powers, a boxer's amazing skills can destroy the overall balance of such a huge monster in front of him in a very short time by continuously exerting influence.

Challenged by external forces, the mountain spider instantly toppled to the left, like Tom after stepping on a banana peel. Its massive, heavy body collapsed like a mountain, crushing the newly constructed viaduct into a blanket of rubble. However, all that could be seen were shattered walls, the ruins of the collapsed viaduct barely distinguishable from the surrounding landscape.

Bad news, all the work done by Mountain Spider over the past few days was in vain.

The good news is that the surroundings are no different from ruins.

It's really gratifying, gratifying and congratulatory.

The subsequent development is very simple and clear.

Mountain Spider Appears!

Mountain Spiders ambushed the Savage Titans as they passed by on a flying carpet!

Savage Titan used a kick!

The mountain spider is down!

The Savage Titans fabricated (literally) a crowbar from local materials!

The mountain spider was stripped!

The mountain spider is defeated!

The mountain spider is silent!

The mountain spider can never rise again!

Looking at the large magic furnace in front of him that had gone out, Alvin looked at the complex internal environment of this giant golem with interest.

At that moment, he was clutching a standard red and blue hexagonal crowbar, easily prying open the armor plates and passage seals with this hand-knocking tool. It was a bit of a joke, after all, with Ivan's current abilities, non-destructive armor plate removal was a matter of choice.

As for the fundamental reason for the Mountain Spider's complete shutdown, it was the extracted fuel rod at the core of the magic furnace. Such a massive piece of engineering machinery would naturally be unable to continue operating without the power provided by the magic furnace.

Even after entering the mountain spider, Ivan's spirit-particle terminal remained silent, indicating that its construction didn't utilize Titan relics. The structure of the magic furnace, however, was less advanced than that of the First Giant Kingdom, but still more advanced than that of the current Central Empire's Linde.

In other words, the civilization that created these ruins is likely related to an ancient empire. That civilization eventually collapsed due to civil war, with a large amount of technological information lost and even its social system undergoing a significant regression in the chaos of war.

However, several countries that now exist on the Palladia continent have close ties with it.

"Interestingly, the main body of the ancient imperial civilization of Palladia was severely damaged, but here more intact ruins are preserved."

Returning from the inside of the golem, Ivan looked thoughtfully at the vast land around him that was filled with ruins.

"Where on earth did the ancient tower take us?"

I wonder if I can get the answer to this question from the locals.

The flying carpet floating in the sky slowly descended. In addition to Afrediya and Diana, there was also a figure much shorter than them. Most likely, it was the local native who had used the mirror reflection to warn the few people earlier.

The man was wearing a gray cloak, the edges of which showed signs of being worn for a long time. He wore large windproof goggles on his head, and the rest of his face was tightly wrapped with a scarf.

Why is this? To prevent sand? To prevent viruses? Or some other dangerous factor?

As I was pondering this, the tiny figure leaped off the flying carpet and sprinted in front of Ivan. Compared to the Titan's bloodline, who was over two meters tall even with control, the other figure looked like a kitten running around his legs, incredibly petite.

"Are you the Sky-Bearing God mentioned in the elders' stories?"