Star Forge Titan

At this point in time, the thinking of the extraordinary people in various countries has not completely broken through the tradition. They always think that air combat is a rare field that only high-level people will involve, but in the future, air combat has become a compulsory course for every extraordinary person.

Even the first and second stage have times when they ride various mass-produced mounts or vehicles to fight in the sky, not to mention the third stage, each of them has begun to change from flying with the help of external objects to becoming their own fighter planes.

"Then, may I ask where you learned these little tricks?" Ka Yang asked respectfully.

“…” The expression on Ivan’s face froze, and then he looked up at the sky speechlessly.

"The tribal witch doctor taught me."

"Huh?" This time it was Ka Yang who was stunned, and even his squinting eyes opened slightly.

"I told you, it was the old witch doctor in the tribe who taught me." Alvin repeated unhappily.

"I see. Please be sure to introduce that old witch doctor to me. I also want to learn that kind of high-speed air combat skills." Ka Yang said very seriously.

"Next time, definitely next time." Alvin evaded with embarrassment.

At this moment, they also heard the words coming with the wind.

The air seemed to freeze...

"Lucius!" Khayon chewed on the name with gritted teeth.

Then, he found that Ivan was looking at somewhere in front of him with empty eyes. His eyes suddenly emitted a golden light like melted gold, but he saw nothing in the same direction.

"What are you looking at?" Ka Yang asked subconsciously.

Then he heard a hollow voice enter his ears.

"Crow." Alvin uttered a simple word.

With a blank look in his eyes, he saw an old man in a cloak pointing at him, then he turned into a pitch-black crow, spread his wings and flew high, gradually disappearing into the night.

In an instant, many forgotten memories flooded into Ivan's mind. Those were what happened before he woke up on the ice field, the broken memories of a white dragon and a brutal bloody battle.

The boy at that time was like a god!

Chapter 77: The Fist of Time Travel

Accompanied by the whispers of insects, the huge apocalypse-level undead that was kneeling on the ground slowly crawled out of the deep pit.

As the bent back straightened up again, the charred flesh turned into dust and debris and peeled off from the Death Reject's body, revealing the artificially modified muscles prepared by necromancy magic underneath. Even the damaged parts repaired themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the Death Reject transformed from its initial rotting appearance into a skinless, muscular giant.

The armor made of corroded iron had almost completely melted, leaving only the left shoulder retaining its intact structure, which allowed the strong and plump blood-red muscles on its limbs to be completely exposed in the air.

Only the chest remained empty, with the Pain Forge, the power source, directly exposed to the air. Several pale ribs bent inwards surrounded and protected it. The green flames produced by the burning soul continuously gushed outwards, forming a membrane-like magic protective force field covering the ribs.

"This feeling is so strong, so powerful!" Lucius's crazy voice came from the hideous face with only half of the skin left.

If most of the cultists of the Undead Sect are fanatics, then he is just a speculative profiteer. But now, it seems that the profiteer has the last laugh?

After the divine shield was destroyed, since the deep hell was far away, it actually freed him from Narvus's complete enslavement, and even the material of his whole body was improved due to the invasion of divine power.

Feeling the magical power surging within this apocalyptic-level undead colossus, Lucius, who was implanted within it in the form of a demonic spirit, suddenly discovered that he had gained power beyond his previous capabilities.

Although, the price was to become this huge and ugly appearance, and he did not notice that his current mental state seemed to be abnormally excited.

A certain inexplicable strong belief in the Eternal Sufferer kept rolling in the heart of the former great wizard and now an apocalypse-level monster, as if he was born to believe in the evil god of hell named the Eternal Sufferer.

Even though the Deep Hell of Corruption was far away in the Outlands, Lucius could still hear a laugh filled with twisted love in his ears.

At this moment, he only wanted to do one thing: sacrifice! Endless sacrifice! Present this material world as a gift to that great being!

Relying on the abundant magical knowledge of the fourth-level great wizard and the large amount of fuel stored in the Pain Forge, Lucius transformed and repaired the Death Rejecter to the point where it could move in a short time.

In a sense, this Undead Colossus is even more suitable for combat than the corrupted one just now. Its combat capability has indeed reached the expected level of being comparable to an ordinary fourth-level one, and even possesses some fifth-level characteristics.

But the biggest difference is that it no longer has that unbreakable divine shield. As long as there is a real fourth-level person, cooperating with other extraordinary people present, there is still a great chance of destroying it.

Unfortunately, all the fourth-level and above combat forces in the capital, Avonmore, are exhausted.

Most of the other fourth-level extraordinary people in Elrond are far away at the border, such as the Grand Duke of Blood Dragon stationed at the southern border or the Earl of Bedrock Mountain defending the eastern coastline.

Even without the divine shield, the current Death Reject, or Lucius, still has the ability to destroy the entire city.

"Hey, from this angle, the world is really small, and you are the same." Lucius, looking down at the world, let out an old and low weird laugh.

"Rebel!" Ashram roared, his body began to swell, but he failed to transform into a demon wolf again after several attempts. Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt down.

"Stupid." Lucius's sneer spread all around.

"Oh? You also want the Crown of Time?" A surge of power emerged from somewhere, and Gustav actually stood up shakily.

Seeing the weak figure, the huge undead statue, which was fifty meters tall, actually took several steps back, looking extremely alert.

"Hehe..." The Demon King smiled weakly and disdainfully.

Raising his hand and pressing the immortal holy object with a complicated structure filled with gears and pointers on his chest, Gustav gritted his teeth and forcibly untied it from himself.

In an instant, a large amount of blood gushed out from all over the Demon King's body, turning him almost into a bloody man. The old wound on his chest was directly torn open, emitting an extreme curse breath that did not belong to the material world.

"Dad!" Afrediya cried out, but she saw Gustav handing the 'Crown of Time' to her with trembling hands.

This precious and immortal relic is stained with the blood of the devil, but he still has a gentle smile on his face.

"Run, silly boy, run."

Afrediya took the Crown of Time with trembling hands. A strange magical power instantly surged into her soul. The strange feeling made her feel as if she could "see" another dimension besides up and down, left and right, front and back.

For a moment, a rotating hourglass appeared in the girl's ruby-colored eyes.

But soon, all she could see was her father's slightly hunched but exceptionally tall, blood-stained back.

"Dad!" Afrediya bit her lip and held the crown stained with her father's blood tightly with both hands. She knew in her heart that the best option now was to retreat.

But she didn't want to make that choice, nor did she want to do that, but it seemed she had to do it.

"Let's go, it's okay." Even though his life was about to end, Gustav still maintained a loving look in front of his daughter.

But he didn't look back, he just slowly raised one hand and pointed his thumb at himself.

"I, but, the Demon King..." Only then did the Demon King named Gustav Elrond reveal a hint of the rebelliousness that resounded throughout the Fire Realm when he was young.

The black knight Ashram said nothing, but stood beside the Demon King, holding the knight sword wrapped in lightning tightly. Vice Captain Maria appeared behind him like the shadow of the leader of the knights.

More and more knights and mages appeared behind the Demon King, and even the nobles who had just repelled the cultists gathered here.

"Hehehe, hehe, hahaha!" Lucius's sharp laughter like a night owl resounded through the sky.

It was as if a cold wind swept through the whole place, and the whole city fell into silence.

However, no one chose to turn around and escape alone.

Because they are Elrond people, the Elrond people will never flee in all directions when facing the Scourge. Their long history of fighting against the Scourge has taught them that a chaotic escape will only cause their tribe to become prey to the Scourge.

Facing the desperate situation ahead, the only option is to fight to the death!

"A bunch of bugs." The cold words came out from the bloody mouth of the Death Rejecter, which exposed his gums and muscles.

At this moment, a voice broke the deathly silence at the scene.

"Hey, who are you calling a bug?"

The tall, black-haired boy took a step forward as if he had used up all his strength, and the young wizard in black robes followed closely behind him, holding his wand tightly.

The young man's black hair, flowing like a lion's mane, was lifted by the cold wind, like a pitch-black flame rising under the starry sky. His eagle's eyes, like molten gold, pierced the darkness and shone brightly. Pieces of tattered armor fell off his body, revealing the contours of his muscles, which were perfectly proportioned and strong without swelling. He looked like a tall, perfect marble statue, full of life.

Although the black-haired boy was much taller than an ordinary person, he still looked so small compared to the apocalyptic-level undead giant statue that was dozens of meters high and looked like a mountain in the distance.

However, the magical pressure emanating from him was like another apocalypse-level strategic weapon.

At this moment, there was nothing else in Alvin's eyes. The ancient blood from long ago continued to surge, and the violent primitive magic power roared and ran like a beast or a torrent, but for some reason, it was unable to completely break through a certain threshold.

As he passed by Afrediya, the princess once again saw a spinning hourglass, with tiny grains of sand flowing upwards against all odds. Images suddenly entered her consciousness, then quickly vanished, leaving no trace of her memory. Only a sense of enlightenment remained in her heart.

"Father, I won't run away!" Afrediya straightened her body, her flaming red hair and the hem of her robe fluttering in the wind, like a bright red battle flag.

"Fre..." Gustav shook for a moment, but when he saw his daughter's heroic and resolute look, a relieved smile appeared on his face, as if he saw another person.

Under the gaze of numerous knights, nobles, and mages, the Empire's First Princess, Afredia Antonia Josephine Gusmith, lifted the Crown of Time high above her head with both hands.

"I am the daughter of Elrond, so I will not run away." The decisive words came out of the mouth of the fiery red-haired girl.

Then, she resolutely put on this immortal holy crown!

The figures of demon kings from all generations suddenly appeared, and then turned into shadows and fell into the golden crown. The magic power accumulated in it was like an ocean, and in the deepest part of that sea of ​​magic, a consciousness that had never awakened in a thousand years finally opened its eyes at this moment!

The crown and the soul merged with each other, and a figure wearing a white dress and a golden crown appeared in front of Afrediya. The great and ancient consciousness stretched out its hand and touched the girl's subconsciously raised fingertips for a moment.

Afrediya closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, two golden hourglasses were spinning endlessly in her ruby-like pupils.

wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~

Following an indescribably strange sound, the black and white field instantly spread and covered the entire square. The only sound left in the world was the rustling of falling sand. Everything in the world came to a standstill at this moment!

The girl's eyes seemed to penetrate the long time as she stared at the boy's back. She could see that everything decayed into sand with the passage of time, but that man's figure remained forever!

So, Afrediya softly asked a question that required no answer.

"Alvin, can you win?"

Even though everything was stagnant, the black-haired boy did not stop moving forward with a confident smile on his face.

"of course!"

Chapter 78: The Fist of Time Travel

The black and white field lasted only a second.

When the two ended their conversation, the frozen world began to turn again.

"Afrediya, what are you going to do?" Gustav asked with difficulty.

"Dad, I want to give it a try." Afrediya said softly as she tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Let's give it a try and change this wrong thing." Recalling the ideal that Alvin once said, the red-haired girl couldn't help but smile.

"...Then go ahead and do what you want." Blood flowed from the corner of Gustav's mouth, and he slowly sat down against the wall with the support of Ashram.

After giving her father a deep look, Princess Afrediya took a step forward and walked side by side with Ivan, passing by many exhausted knights and mages.

The old devil's eyes were always fixed on his daughter's back.

Before long, the child had walked ahead of him.

At this moment, Afrediya did not look like a king, but more like a banner leading people forward.

The magical pressure emanating from the boy and the girl merged with each other, transforming into a majestic momentum that filled the starry sky and the earth.

Khayang, who was originally following behind Ivan, couldn't help but stop. His gaze paused for a moment on the dazzling red figure, and then he showed a bit of shame and unwillingness.

"What? It feels like I'm the only one who can't do it." The black-robed wizard sighed and shook his head, standing there watching the two people move forward.

The knights subconsciously saluted with their swords, and the mages did the same, touching their chests to salute, allowing the two to pass through a corridor made of swords and staffs.

"Are you ready?" Afrediya asked intently.

"There's only one last thing left. What a cunning old man! Did he even foresee this?" Alvin said with a smile, not knowing who he was referring to.

"Hehe, as long as we can change the predetermined fate, we shouldn't complain about this kind push that can't even be considered as exploitation." Afrediya chuckled and held Ivan's hand.

Their fingers clasped together, and a special power began to flow between them.

"I already know the power of the Crown of Time. Next, I will use the magic power accumulated by successive Demon Kings to pull you here ten years from now. This is my current limit." The hourglass in Afrediya's eyes began to spin rapidly, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

"An ordinary extraordinary person may not be able to reach the fourth level even in fifty years, but..." After a slight pause, the girl smiled and said a word full of strong trust.

"I can't see your limit!"

"This is really..." Alvin couldn't help but feel his heartbeat quickening, and the two overlapping frequencies resonated with each other.

The smile on the black-haired boy's face was filled with unruly arrogance and confidence, appearing terrifying yet calm.

“It’s really exciting!!!”

The momentum that was comparable to that of those who refused to die grew stronger and stronger.

Feeling that momentum, Lucius, who had merged with the Apocalypse-level undead, had a more confused look in his eyes and spoke words whose motives he himself did not understand.

"No, all of you, and this city, are sacrifices to our God!"

At this moment, his heart was filled with ecstasy and faith in God, as if everything was just a sacrifice and a better sacrifice.