Star Forge Titan

There was a book scattered next to the body, and the open pages were covered with messy scratches, making it impossible to recognize any content.

No, Alvin squinted his eyes and noticed that the seemingly messy scratches actually formed a phrase.

He is crazy.

The short number revealed endless madness and despair. Alvin could feel that some force wanted to erode him, but the final result was like breathing water vapor into a nuclear reactor.

What kind of reaction do we want? What kind of reaction is possible? Is heavy nuclear fusion sufficient?

He shook his head and turned his gaze to the jeweled throne belonging to the evil god at the end of the Hall of Destiny.

There was also a corpse lying there. The second corpse was not tall, but smaller than an ordinary person. However, the throne it was leaning on was extremely conspicuous. Thousands of gems were inlaid on it, piecing together to form a fragmented mirror, reflecting countless bright and dark scenes outwards, which were hazy and unclear.

The corpse itself looked like a small bird, covered with blue-black feathers, and looked very similar to a crow. It even looked a bit ordinary.

However, that was the last trace left by the Whisperer Xin Liezhi, a corpse that belonged to him.

After a long silence, Alvin could hardly believe his eyes, and even suspected that an evil god who was best at conspiracy and playing with fate was quietly casting an illusion on him.

But the facts are there.

Not only was He mad, He was dead.

After taking two steps closer, Alvin remained in his giant form out of caution, but until he arrived around the Gem Throne, no expected or unexpected changes occurred.

Looking down at the square, crow-like corpse, I saw its left wing was broken, and the remaining right wing was curled up, "holding" a pen. It was a very rough pen made of ground bone, and the sharp part left after the bone was broken was used as the pen tip, which was stained with blood.

Feeling the strong chaotic aura and unprecedented twisted power contained in it, Alvin gradually realized what crazy things had happened in the Hall of Destiny.

The whisperer and strategist - Xin Liezhi made a pen with his own bones, then drew out his own blood and even his soul, ground them into blue ink with his own hands, and finally wrote a diary before his long life came to a complete end.

The paper that carries the diary also comes from Himself. It is original handmade paper directly pressed from feathers plucked from living people.

Considering the identity of this evil conspiracy master, this may be the beginning of another conspiracy.

But after searching everywhere, Ivan still found nothing. So, driven by curiosity and the goal of completely destroying the evil god, he finally set his sights on the diary that represented the end of the god.

When I looked, I saw a familiar name.

"Curse you! Ishtarri! With my bones, blood, and soul, I curse everything you have done!"

"How dare you solidify fate..."

Chapter 260: Destroy One

Fate is solidified...

From that short sentence, Alvin actually judged a sense of despair and sadness similar to "physics no longer exists".

What followed was an incomparable moment of astonishment.

Dead? The blue bird is dead!?!

How is that possible? If we consider the future development of Virtual Paladin, that guy's active period lasted all the way to the fifth version. Behind almost every major event, there are traces of "He" and his group of troublemakers working in secret.

How could such a cunning and calculating person behind the outbreak die so quietly? And even commit suicide!?!

Ishtori, cheap mother, what on earth did you do to that little bird?

At this moment, Alvin couldn't help but feel a great deal of respect in his heart, a respect that was kept at a distance.

No wonder the Deep Hell's Transformation Heavens appear so dead and silent. You have to understand that for Hell, size isn't a problem, as it's merely the anchor point of the material world; the twisting magic within, the ever-changing and tampering power, is the key.

This chaotic and twisted force that should have filled the entire hell now seemed so stagnant and rigid. It turned out that the master of this hell was dead, and died silently many centuries ago.

After comprehending the secrets of the fifth level and encountering the power of the King's Soul, Ivan began to tap into the world's most powerful authority: the power of judgment that defines all things. Upon seeing the remains left behind by the Heretic God's suicide, he was able to confirm some of his previous assumptions.

The four evil gods certainly didn't possess the supreme authority of the Titan King's soul, but everything returns to its origin, and any power will always show convergence after developing to a certain level.

They also possess a degree of influence over concepts. Metaphysical concepts like slaughter, death, disease, and conspiracy are imprinted upon them. Any actions related to these concepts could potentially feed back into the power of the evil gods. This is why they are so powerful, parasitic upon the world itself, becoming a thorn in their side, difficult to eradicate and with far-reaching consequences. Without the Fire Realm's defenses to block them, they could even further infiltrate their very existence, depriving humans of their final freedom of thought.

So, Ishtarli also used some kind of conceptual manipulation to eventually make the strategist fall into despair and commit suicide?

Core Concepts...

A sense of enlightenment came to his mind, but the strong impact brought by the corpse of the god and the past of killing the gods made Alvin wake up in silence.

The path beyond the fifth level, the method of further mastering the power of the King's Soul, perhaps finding one's own core concept, or in other words, establishing a certain methodology? A methodological theory that can be used to clearly understand one's own existence internally, accurately observe the world externally, and thus influence it.

Ivan pondered this and realized he was actually on the path to establishing a core methodology. Whether it was the initial, vague, immature belief that "people need to do the right thing," or the later, simple conviction that the world should be a better place, these ideas, theories, and beliefs were essentially a kind of understanding of self and the world, ultimately resulting in an urge to change one's surroundings and even the world at large. Calling it ambition might sound unpleasant, but in some ways it's more apt.

Therefore, the mastermind is most likely really dead.

Looking at the few lines of last words left on the curse launcher made by the strategist with his own blood, bones and soul, Alvin gradually felt some motivation.

Back then, the Eye of Prophecy and the Evil Lord engaged in a terrifying telepathic duel. Using prophecy as a medium, the two sides engaged in a transcendental battle across the river of time. Each negated any future path that favored the other, even recording past events in the annals of time, exerting profound influence both upstream and downstream. Through strategy, divination, and the medium of nations and even entire races, all beings and powers were pushed onto the table into battle with overwhelming momentum.

The final result was the second destruction of the Giant Kingdom and the return of the Giant race to wilderness.

At the same time, the evil god who tried to manipulate the concept of fate was horrified to find that his fate was completely fixed.

So, He screamed and chose to commit suicide, and cursed the winner with all His strength.

The guy who can't stand losing...

Sensing the immense resentment and twisted curse lingering on the corpse of the blue-winged crow in front of him, Ivan cursed silently and gradually retreated from his thoughts. This was truly insane. An evil god had used his entire being, soul, and even his very being to unleash a curse. If triggered, it could potentially cause a planet-wide catastrophe.

Then, new problems arise.

It's like a launched intercontinental ballistic missile. Since the curse has been successfully released, why does it always hover around the divine corpse instead of rushing straight to the location of the cursed target?

The answer to this question wasn't difficult for Ivan. After a moment's reflection, he suddenly realized the key to the matter. Even as a time traveler, he could only vaguely speculate that the Ancient God of Wisdom and Ishtarri, who lived thousands of years ago, had some kind of "approximate" relationship.

Furthermore, the vast majority of intelligent life forms in the world seem to know only the Ancient God of Wisdom, but not the Eye of Prophecy, Ishtarri. Historical records show no connection between the two, as if they were completely strangers. The former even appeared and became active far earlier than the latter, with conflicting alibis in the timeline.

In other words, the curse of God had lost its target and was therefore ineffective? Could it be that simple? It was that simple!

If that's the case, then Blue Bird shouldn't be called the Strategist anymore; he should just change his name to Tom. He's simply being played around by a woman. He's been completely and utterly defeated, and he can't afford to lose.

At the same time, Ivan began to wonder about the true nature of the Four Evil Gods. Considering their power to influence certain concepts, could they be awakened Titans whose genetic genes failed to ascend in the past? Or perhaps they were evil creatures once sealed in Palladio by the Titans?

Ivan approached the strategist's body again and began to use his perception to observe the curse hovering over it.

This twisted evil force is indeed huge and terrifying, but because it is clearly targeted, other individuals will usually not be affected as long as they do not reach out and touch it.

Frowning slowly, Ivan, transformed into a Titan, actually reached out and grasped Xin Liezhi's corpse. The remains of the Blue Crow swayed a few times, and the curse seemed to be triggered. The next second, a sudden burst of bright light pierced deeply into it, like a needle, firmly binding it in mid-air.

Without the curse of being controlled by the viewer, no matter how powerful one is, there is a limit, and at this moment, Ivan himself can't feel the so-called limit. Although it is the first time to do this, he has the confidence that he can do it, he can definitely do it, he will definitely do it.

Concept, solution!

Instantly, the remains of strategist Xin Liezhi shattered into a shifting blue mist. Ivan, however, carefully read through the various concepts and powers contained within it, as if reading an article. As for the asteroid he was on, the anchor of deep hell in the material universe, it was entering an irreversible process of destruction!

The celestial-scale existence collapsed uncontrollably. The already shattered silver castle, the "Nexus of Change," quickly toppled over like a loosened building block. Only the Hall of Fate, where the Titans resided, remained firmly held together by some force. The demons' agonizing screams filled the atmosphere, yet they could not escape the depths of hell, the source of all evil and their very home.

Even for demons, this place has become hell, real hell.

The next second, the entire hell collapsed inward violently as if falling into a black hole.

Deep Hell, Destruction One!

Of the four evil gods, only three remain!

In the end, only Hades stood alone in the void.

And on his raised right arm, the golden bracelet began to radiate the power and majesty that belonged only to a god.

Chapter 261: Planning Part 2

Ishurili, is this also part of your plan?

Ivan even suspected that not only had the strategist been defeated by the women, but that the remaining reputation had been used as a cover by the women. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He even vaguely realized that many of the previous events might have hidden secrets, and for a moment he fell into deep thought.

I never imagined the magnitude of the impact the sudden loss of one of Deep Hell's members would have on the outside world. It was like the shockwave from a nuclear explosion, reverberating and reverberating. Even the other three powerful gods remained silent for a long time.

Thousands of demons vanished into thin air, and even many cultists in the material world who believed in the Master could not feel even a single superior leader, and fell into chaos and madness. Most of them were burned to ashes from the inside out by the uncontrolled demonic fire. The other cultists or nobles who witnessed this scene were almost frightened to the point of pissing themselves.

It may be an exaggeration to say that the world's sins have been reduced by a quarter, but considering the trouble-making nature of the strategist Xin Liezhi and his followers, it is still possible that they have been reduced by a third.

"Wow, Hell is gone? There's no Hell left!" Seraph Lucifer stared in shock at the space ahead. There should have been an asteroid anchoring the material world of Deep Hell. Now, only a Titan, clad in ornate iron-gray armor, stood silently in the void.

"Stop crying, let's go to the next one." Ivan, who had turned back into human form at some point, flew to her side and casually tapped the forehead of this acquaintance.

"Huh?" Lucifer gave him a look of surprise, doubt and some anger.

"Don't you need to rest?"

"No need. This hell has been an unowned land for many years. As a subordinate of the ancient god of wisdom, you should know it better than me, right?" Alvin asked back with a strange expression.

"I don't know?" Lucifer's eyes were clear and blank, and combined with his innocent face that looked like a young girl, he looked like a modern college student.

"...Well, that cheap mother really kept everyone in the dark." Alvin muttered softly, but did not say anything more.

"Which hell are you going to deal with next?" Lucifer did not delve into it. Instead, he showed great interest and almost wanted to sing a song and dance on the spot.

She deeply, deeply hated Hell and its demons. This wasn't just due to her own angelic nature, but also stemmed from the intense emotions she'd accumulated over the long battles she'd fought. If she could sum it up in one sentence, it would be, "Demons must die!"

"The Rotten Swamp, or as they call it, the Rotten Garden." Alvin gently stroked the golden bracelet on his wrist that emitted a faint golden light. The reason for this choice was mainly because of the new equipment he had just obtained.

Not long ago, when he thoroughly analyzed the various concepts and information contained in the skeleton of the Lord of Strategies, this wristband also spontaneously operated some of its preset functions, and actually regarded the entire hell as some kind of lepton space building and absorbed it into the flawless gem, thereby constructing a special engine that can continuously provide magic power and also has certain special functions.

At this moment, after equipping this "Principle of Creation", Ivan's own vision has acquired the ability to transcend the long river of time. He can see some fragments of the future, and can also use existing objects as a medium to explore his past experiences as if listening to the echoes of the old times.

Cross-timeline observation device, tactical and strategic decision-making auxiliary intelligent agent - Destiny Loom.

The name of a new piece of equipment appeared on the spirit particle terminal, confirming some of Ivan's previous assumptions. The Four Evil Gods were created by the Titans, special beings they had once forged. They even utilized the power of conceptual authority, and the materials required for their production were also truly extraordinary...

Ivan's expression gradually became solemn. The raw materials for its manufacturing might be like the 'Growing Natural Divine Body' he had seen before, directly using the corpses of dead pure-colored super beasts as raw materials. And not just fragments, but the whole pure-colored super beast was dissected and recast into a vessel with self-awareness.

What is this? Titan Necromancy? Don't let that idiot see this, or he'll cry with envy.

As for why it's in such a dilapidated state, it's probably due to the passage of time, or perhaps contamination of the raw materials. In other words, this is a rebellion! A major rebellion that needs to be rectified.

If this device capable of observing across timelines is used for targeted planning, the next enemy to be dealt with should preferably not change much. The evil god who hates change the most is undoubtedly Narvus, the eternal sore that rules the deep hell of stasis.

After setting a new goal, Ivan recalled the information from his virtual Palladio, combined with the future fragments fed back by the timeline observation device. He did not immediately rush into the second hell. Instead, he chose to temporarily separate from the Seraphim, quickly return to the surface of Palladio via space jump, and then head underground to the dwarf kingdom.

To fight monsters, of course you have to use the most suitable equipment.

"Welcome, my friend, are you here to drink with me? Hahaha!" The dwarf king Oriogo, nicknamed 'Golden Beard', was stunned at first, then immediately opened his arms to express his welcome, with a very hearty smile on his face.

Oriogo, with his beard adorned with a golden ring, was certainly a bit surprised by Ivan's sudden visit, but being naturally hospitable, he didn't take it too seriously. Instead, he felt pleasantly surprised. He immediately walked around behind the throne and, from the tiny secret cellar he had dug at some unknown time, pulled out a treasured wine that had the dwarves nearby salivating with rage.

"It's okay to drink, but we have to take care of some business first." Alvin smiled to express his gratitude, but then said something that made the dwarf king's expression serious.

Upon hearing that there was something important to do, the Dwarf King Oriogo put away his smile and signaled the dwarves around him to swallow their saliva. He also stuffed the wine back into the secret wine cellar and locked it with three mechanical locks, two magic locks, and one mixed lock.

After sending away the random people around them, Alvin and Oriogo walked casually along the empty corridor that was filled with exquisite stone carvings.

"I suppose you've heard some news."

"You mean..." The Dwarf King Oriogo showed a confused expression.

"I just destroyed a deep hell, and now I plan to deal with the second one." Ivan mentioned it casually, and without paying attention to the Dwarf King who suddenly stopped in his tracks beside him, he continued to speak:

"I used the Creation Furnace to customize a weapon earlier, and I'm likely to need it next."

"If my guess is correct, that weapon will be very targeted when used against the next master of this hell."

“…” The Dwarf King Oriogo couldn’t close his jaw for a long time, with only one thought in his mind.

Is this something I can listen to?

Chapter 262: Melting the Mountain

Seeing the Creation Furnace again, it is still as huge as before and exudes a strong presence.

This is undoubtedly nonsense. After all, the spectacular man-made building is as big as a mountain, is located underground, and is glowing with dark red flames. Just by standing there, it is enough to make anyone unable to take their eyes off it.

Yes, I'm talking about those guys who play the Civilization series and enjoy the seven-day National Day holiday the moment they open their eyes.

Feeling the initial formation of the weapon inside, Ivan signaled Oriogo to step back. The Dwarven Kingdom had a fairly comprehensive administrative system, so much so that even the most powerful leader, Goldbeard, could take time off to come out and see the wonders.

By the way, there are about 17 or 18 dwarf master craftsmen sitting in the mobile refinery at the rear. When these guys asked for leave before, they all had an expression of "I'm free, I want to come and see something new too."

But the moment the forge was opened, the overwhelming heat wave made the dwarf king, a fourth-level warrior, turn around and run. The deep underground mobile refinery (car) on standby at the back also stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and reversed without even looking back.

Facing the heat wave, Ivan's eyes lit up, literally emitting golden light. The heat wave distorted the air and refracted the light into a dazzling and colorful scene, but he soon noticed that it was not just because of the surging heat in the furnace, but even the space that carried the matter itself was distorted.

All traces of distortion appeared to be distributed radially outward, and all the strange phenomena came from something inside the furnace. From a distance, it looked like a strange black hole whose shape was not a perfect circle, binding everything. Not only the light but even the space itself could not escape successfully.

The Sub-Sky Scythe, the exclusive weapon of the space-controlling combat agent Pluto, has the power to distort space and warp boundaries.