Star Forge Titan

Ivan took a step forward, and his body size enlarged and changed into the appearance of a giant god. The Hades, wearing iron-gray armor, reached out and grasped his own exclusive weapon. The touch was neither hot nor cold, it was like holding a ball of air. There was clearly something in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't fully confirm it.

Ivan frowned and exerted force little by little. The ground began to tremble. The huge furnace of creation roared and released a large amount of heat energy. The surrounding rocks instantly turned into boiling lava, and then even the metal was directly vaporized in just a few seconds.

The dwarves who came to watch had already run away for tens of thousands of miles. This was not achieved by the mobile refinery's engine, but by the high-level dwarf warriors who jumped out of the car and lifted it up and turned it around (meaning turning and then moving forward). In terms of explosive power, the two-legged warrior-brand high-level bio-energy engine was not inferior to the magic mechanical engine at all.

Only after the surroundings had completely transformed into a spherical void did Ivan fully remove the Sub-Void Scythe from the furnace. The weapon, painted an iron-gray similar to Pluto's own body, exhibited a geometric shape, somewhat resembling a tangram puzzle piece formed into a sickle. However, each component was a unique geometric form, such as the Penrose triangle, which normally would not be a three-dimensional entity. They were connected by transparent, thicknessless hexagonal cavities, creating a counterintuitive effect that could trigger a multi-stable perceptual switch.

The curved arc blade is the most chaotic part of the Scythe. The lines there have no fixed shape at all, and always remain in an unstable state of jumping back and forth within a certain range, like a wavy line shaking like a tangled thread.

In short, the feeling of reality finally coming from his palm indicated that Alvin had successfully obtained the exclusive weapon of Pluto's proxy, and the spiritual terminal immediately revealed the permanent capabilities that the "Sub-Sky Scythe" had in its prototype state.

The dimensional transfer space blade transfers the cut part to other space for complete separation.

The space traction hook can directly change the space scale distance and even distort the space direction with simple movements.

In the mythology of the ancient Giant Kingdom, the Lord of the Underworld wielded a sickle capable of reaping all life. Therefore, the sickle-like shape of this weapon is also the origin of the name of the combat agent Hades.

Considering the hell he was about to destroy, Ivan felt that this prototype weapon could be further upgraded. But first, he had to mitigate the impact of the full-power operation of the furnace on the surrounding environment.

Planting the Scythe of the Archon on the ground, the young man transformed into a Titan and aimed one of his free hands at the rock formation above his head.

The moment the Scythe of the Sub-Sky was produced, it caused a large-scale earthquake and other disasters, severely impacting the dwarf workshops near the furnace. This was something that Alvin had not anticipated in advance. After all, it was his first time using the Furnace of Creation to make something.

Fortunately, the situation is not out of control at the moment and only needs to be dealt with "slightly".

Reshaping the World

In just a moment, the Titan's will turned into an edict that acted on the world itself.

As a result, the magma cooled and solidified, the cracks healed and smoothed out, and the changes occurring deep underground did not have time to spread outward, and suddenly stopped as if the pause button had been pressed.

The dwarves, who had already begun their emergency evacuation, found their surroundings stable again. As they looked at each other in bewilderment, a new shift occurred. The ground beneath their feet began to shift. The workshops, large and small, that had once been scattered along the lava river flowing from the Furnace of Creation, now seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, organized into industrial parks, and moved to the edge of the newly formed lava lake.

The abundant lava not only provides a constant supply of heat, but also contains a large number of semi-finished metal minerals floating in it, which can be turned into good raw materials as long as they are scooped up.

As for the layout planning of this new area, because Alvin directly referred to the Iron Lake Industrial Zone of the ancient empire, the efficiency is several times higher than the original individual workshops that had to be dispersed due to environmental influences. The various equipment in the workshops also became brand new in the blink of an eye, which can be regarded as a demolition payment in a sense.

Thinking of this, Alvin turned his gaze back to the weapon in his hand.

Although the Scythe of the Sky has excellent performance and has a lot of room for improvement, he decided to make it into a specialized weapon specifically for dealing with the deep hell - the Corrupted Sky and the evil god Narwhal.

The evil creature that calls itself the Eternal Wound possesses incredible vitality, and its parasitic concepts are mostly related to life, decay, solidification, etc.

Based on analysis of available intelligence, the other party believes that all new things will eventually become old, a process known as decay and rot. The hope and new life that should have emerged from this process are instead devoured and hidden by the evil god, forming a nearly endless cycle of negativity. The entire process appears to be still changing, but in reality it is a state of perpetual decay approaching stagnation.

To deal with this sticky thing, you have to use the opposite force.

The opposite of a life that decays forever and never progresses is the power that breaks the cycle of stagnation and forces it to move on to the next stage. The name of that stage is...

The same dark golden light as his eyes appeared in his palms, and Alvin let the power of his soul boil.

Even if it is only a preliminary awakening, the immature Uranus King Soul still has the ultimate power to manipulate concepts and definitions.

At the same time, the golden bracelet 'Star of Creation' on his right arm also emitted a faint blue light. It was the extract that was squeezed out wailingly after tearing apart the entire hell, and it was a conceptual-level power that symbolized 'destiny'.

Light and shadow intertwined to weave a new definition, and Alvin murmured in a low voice the future that seemed to be solidified.

"Then he was given a destined death."

Chapter 263: Destined to Die 1

Manipulate concepts and give them definitions.

This ability may sound vague and metaphysical, but it can actually have observable impacts on the material universe.

Amidst the scorching heat of molten gold and iron, Ivan actively engaged with the power of Uranus's soul for the first time. Though his eyes were closed, he felt as if a third eye had sprouted from between his brows, 'looking down' on the material dimension from a perspective higher than the world.

In the field of vision, everything becomes very flat, as if real objects have become pictures, and only a few things can still retain the concept of "height".

For example, the Scythe of the Sky in his hand.

The originally strange and abnormal geometric body, when looked down at with this non-existent third eye, actually appeared to have a completely different appearance.

The gray metal formed a simple, long handle, with only a crescent-shaped arc protruding upwards at the end. Therefore, this weapon could reach higher beings from a lower position, directly touching space itself.

Alvin immediately realized this.

Then, he knew what to do next.

“There is no such thing as accident, only necessity, in what is destined.”

In a voice unfamiliar even to himself, Ivan spoke to the world about the Titan's demands, or perhaps, issued a pardon to the world out of his own will. Then, the power of destiny gained by squeezing the Deep Hell-Transforming Heaven immediately responded, spontaneously flowing into the crescent arc blade at the end of the long handle.

The azure magic merged into the iron-gray substance, and the two were squeezed into one by an invisible force. The Scythe of the Sub-Sky then began to emit a different luster.

But this wasn't the end. Ivan extended his free right hand towards the void. There was clearly nothing there, yet the Titan's authority could stir even the void itself.

"The end of all things, the inevitable death."

When Alvin spoke again, the stirred nothingness immediately turned into a transparent vortex. From the center slowly emerged a pure darkness that swallowed all colors and was easily contained in his palm.

This pure black then merged into the Scythe of the Sub-Sky. The three colors of azure, iron gray, and black blended into a deep color that was almost pitch black but revealed a hint of blue. Deeper than the external changes, the three complex concepts that were already exquisitely structured also blended into a more complex new definition.

Huh, after letting out a long sigh, Alvin, who felt extremely tired despite not having any physical exertion, took back his authority.

Looking at the Sub-Sky Scythe emitting a deep green luster in his hand, he couldn't help but reveal a cold smile.

"Death written by fate, this is the weapon that truly belongs to Hades."

The words were filled with undisguised malice, causing the target of this malice to shudder.

The swaying of his body caused the large cysts on his skin to rupture, spurting streams of pus everywhere, attracting the squealing little demons around him to immediately suck them up. Then, they expanded into new cysts, blending into the dark green skin beneath, leaving no visible gaps between them, as if they had always been there. Only the mouths left on the cysts continued to open and scream, singing a new song dedicated to the loving Father.

Paying no attention to the small drama unfolding on the surface of his massive body, the terrifying evil god known as 'Eternal Wound' began to mutter through the gaping maw on his belly. A mortal who heard even a single syllable would immediately become distorted and mutated, but the great demons standing or sitting around him all nodded in agreement.

Their bloated and ugly faces were covered with sad expressions, which was very rare for the demons of Narwul. It was unknown where the smiles on their faces had gone.

In short, an envoy group led by the Great Devil himself quickly left the Deep Hell - the Heaven of Corruption. Blowing filthy and sharp horns, the envoy group drove a magic ship covered with slime mold all over, approaching two celestial bodies of different colors, red and bright purple. They were the Deep Hell - the Heaven of Slaughter and the Deep Hell - the Heaven of Bliss, belonging to the Blood God Kongriel and the Goddess of Bliss Serane respectively.

There is no doubt that even the evil god himself was greatly shocked by the destruction of the Deep Hell-Chuanbiantian.

This was a shocking change unprecedented in millennia, forcing even the evil gods to respond. However, their attitudes clearly differed. Nurulmus undoubtedly favored a coalition; otherwise, he wouldn't have proactively dispatched an envoy.

But the news brought back by the two delegations made Him fall silent.

The demons under the Blood God killed half of the envoys, and the remaining half brought back a brief message: "Get rid of him, I will fight him alone."

Seranie left the entire delegation behind. The last message sent by the leading demon was fragmented, and one could only vaguely hear that it seemed to be accusing the "super-charged high-temperature steam bubble bath" of being too terrifying.

There was silence again, and suddenly Nurwulf let out a roar with a sticky sound.

It stretched out its three thick and fat arms and stirred the cauldron in front of it vigorously, cursing at the same time with its gaping mouth on its face and belly. Dirty things fell into the crucible along with curses and obscenities, and wisps of green smoke rose from it, rushing straight into the sky like an old house on fire, dyeing the already dirty and sticky atmosphere even more pungent.

Alvin, who didn't care about this at all, lay in the Furnace of Creation and rested for three days and three nights. Then he said goodbye to the Dwarf King Oriogo with the brand new Scythe of the Sky, and was instantly teleported to the Fire Realm Front in the form of a Titan.

There was nothing to hesitate about, and nothing to prepare for. He had already given full authority to Lucifer to negotiate an offensive plan with the Heavens. He believed that the fierce woman who would dare to charge directly into the depths of hell in the future would definitely be able to do it well.

As for Evan himself, he happily spun the Scythe of the Sky with one hand as if he were playing with a whistle.

The sharp blade that is in an unstable transition with the material dimension is cutting through the space itself.

The next second, the gate to the deep hell burst open, and the defense system carefully constructed by the demons, including the poisonous sky curtain arranged by the evil god himself, was completely useless!

boom!

The footsteps of the giant humanoid being once again stepped into the deep hell - the sky of decay. The 335 demon legions in front of them, who were ready for battle at any time, fell into confusion.

They had witnessed Ivan piloting the Titan, and had been told that the enemy they were about to attack was the madman who lit up the skies of Hell with his self-destruction. But when they truly witnessed the Titan's immense stature, the few remaining eerie smiles on the demons' faces completely dissipated into shouts and screams.

The demons frantically activated their various weapons. Tens of thousands of plague cannons unleashed a dense rain of dark green meteors, the shells streaking across the sky and spreading the plague across the landscape. The even larger ground forces also surged forward like a cascading wave, their momentum seemingly capable of overwhelming all enemies.

But the iron-grey giant god, symbolizing the end, simply stood there, his silent figure holding a sickle emitting an undisguised murderous intent to the surroundings.

Cry, scream, and then face the inevitable death!

The battle begins!

Chapter 264: Destined to Die 2

Dirty and heavy, compared to the ever-changing previous hell, even the air in the Stagnant and Corrupted Heaven reveals an indelible sense of oppression.

It is as if the entire world is wrapped in a huge ball of fat, gradually turning into a lifelike yet unchanging amber specimen. Any activity and life are just its manifestations, and only solidification and stagnation are the true essential concepts.

Most of the time, this place looks nothing like the dead and dull hell in myths and legends, but more like a lush garden.

However, aside from the demons of Nurul' and a few followers of evil gods, no living creature could hope to inhabit this "garden." For every winding path and inch of soil in the deep Hell is teeming with disease, filth, and a dense swarm of worm-like, crawling cursed entities. Smog shrouds the entire planet in a thick fog—not vapor or dust, but swarms of viruses, fungi, and a constant buzzing of tiny flies.

The seemingly plant-like bushes were covered with swollen mushrooms and lush, multicolored flowers, huddled together in bloom. They jostled for flesh and sunlight, casting the ground below in a near-permanent, twilight-like shadow. Bubbles occasionally rose from the mire, and amidst the swaying, blood-soaked thorns, lay all sorts of demonic creatures and the lurching corpses.

Everywhere one could see dripping slime, rustling insects, and the disgusting sight of decay. Fountains filled with rotting bones surged from the center of the deep green lake, and cracks in the earth spewed out decaying filth like hissing sphincters. Even the herbs that spread across the vast landscape resembled extended, rusted blades, capable of leaving indelible, necrotic scratches on the passing life with the gentlest touch.

Everything creaked in the lazy, still breeze, gradually transforming into a low hum that could no longer be heard.

Of course, compared to most of the usual time, today's weather is lively and fast (for sure).

Listen! That's the roar of the Plague Cannon. Listen! That's the howl of the Chaos Daemons. Oh, not to mention the muffled yet deafening cries of the many Greater Daemons.

Everywhere he looked, he saw enemies everywhere. This was the most direct reflection of the situation Ivan faced. Even with this hastily erected last line of defense, the demonic army, having retreated to the core of Deep Hell, still unleashed a powerful force. The overwhelming attack was more impenetrable than a tidal wave, making it almost impossible to see anything other than the enemy units.

Low-level demons were not even worthy of being near the battlefield. Even the slave loaders who carried the shells to load the Plague Cannon were replaced by more powerful demons just to increase the firing efficiency a little bit.

As for the production unit that provides the shells, it is personally managed by a great demon who specializes in brewing. It opens its bloody mouth and uses its mouth and eyes (the one facing backward) together to eat poisonous metals, rotten corpses and screaming little demons of Nurulence, while continuously spraying out black, shiny, dark green lead bullets full of plague and curses.

After seeing this scene clearly, Alvin's iron-masked face immediately became colder than steel. The shields around him were fully opened, and even the toxic atmosphere filled with the smell of ammonia was expelled to a vacuum level.

But the next second, the shield suddenly disappeared as if it had not existed, and all the attacks passed through the gap unhindered, turning into huge waves and hitting down heavily.

however……

Ineffective! Useless! Pointless!

All attacks, regardless of type, passed through Ivan's area. Though the aftermath shook the continental shelf below, it inflicted no damage to the Titan itself. At the moment the attack reached him, the passive spatial barrier, maintaining its permanent effect, functioned normally. The distorted spatial dimension allowed the attack to bypass Ivan's true coordinates, as if he were a nonexistent phantom, forever unreachable.

This is a noble one-click complete dodge, just like a special character in the game whose health bar is never displayed, making it impossible for the character to be targeted by the attack from the root.

Even so, Ivan's expression remained sullen. Before the fight began, he hadn't considered that the greatest damage wasn't physical or due to some special curse, but rather the sheer mental damage of [Earthly Curse]. These guys were collectively imitating baboons and throwing ape feces at humans!

The Scythe of the Archon was held high by the Titan wearing the body of Pluto, and aimed at the demon group in front of it that occupied a vast space like a dark green defense line.

The demon's attacks never stopped, but Alvin's movements remained neither hurried nor slow, and almost calm.

One stroke, from left to right.

In an instant, the entire world turned upside down, and the dark cracks seemed like a tree that grew ten thousand times faster, rapidly spreading outward from a tiny point to form huge branches that seemed to cover the entire world.

Silence descended. Initially, none of the demons pierced by the branches felt anything amiss, but the overwhelming onslaught suddenly ceased. The next second, the demons' bodies collapsed and scattered like sand dunes blown by the wind. This was a slash wielding space itself, slicing the demons' flesh into countless fragments finer than powder.

With that, aside from the thirty-three unique yet equally hideous Nurvus demons, a total of three hundred and thirty-three demon armies were completely annihilated by this single blow. Their deaths were as casual as the deletion of a junk program, vanishing from the world without even a second thought.

All the filth and demons, including the twisted and mutated plants growing on the ground, were all granted eternal silence by the Titans themselves. The entire battlefield became empty, as if the crowds and noise of the previous second were just illusions that did not exist.

"Oh, man! Look what you've done! Those poor little creatures!"

A Naurvus demon couldn't help but let out a wail that was almost like a scream, and big drops of tender green tears burst out from its twelve asymmetrical eyes. A layer of membrane quickly condensed on the surface of its eyes, which looked like a long bunch of grapes hanging on its face from a distance. It then quickly broke through and turned into yellow-green gas that fled in all directions.

Ivan's face turned dark, and he kept exerting force on his hand holding the Scythe of the Sky. The light that was passing through the surrounding space quickly disappeared, and a certain power was continuously infused into this specially customized weapon for sterilization and decontamination.

The remaining Naurus demons at the great demon level certainly noticed something, but after looking at each other, instead of dodging and escaping, they took the initiative to quickly approach where Ivan was, and their faces showed an expression of tenacity and determination to fight to the death.

What the hell!?! You guys are the villains! Do you want to talk about friendship and bonds again?!

The Titan wielded his scythe mercilessly. Today, his only choice was to kill! Kill and kill again! Kill utterly! Slaughter the demons everywhere! Kill them all!

Until the "destined and irreversible death" is completely sold off and wholesaled to all the stinking demons who dare to appear in front of him!

Chapter 265: Destined to Die 3

Plague, smallpox, influenza, cholera, malaria...

The names represent the great demons that have caused tragic diseases in human history and have finally taken action. Their names also represent their past "merits", the horrific "merits" they have gained by killing a certain percentage of the total number of humans, and the rusty crowns on their heads made of countless bones.

What to do? Only kill!

Countless thoughts flashed through Ivan's mind in an instant, and finally condensed into pure and iron-hard murderous intent.

Then, kill him!

The Sub-Sky Scythe drew a bright arc of light, and the sharp blade left behind an extremely eye-catching black crack after passing through. It was a wound left after the space itself and the matter it carried were transferred, and it could not heal for a long time.

Even the great demon Nurul's, whose vitality was as strong as his, could not help but let out a shrill wail at this moment, because the attack not only split their bodies, but also tore apart their souls that came from the evil god himself.

On the contrary, the plague curse wrapped around the great demon was completely ineffective. The symptoms of the diseases corresponding to different great demons should have appeared directly on the enemy's body, but now they were blocked from the entire world by the space distortion barrier.