Star Forge Titan

"Oh, man, what kind of confusing ability is this!?!"

A fat demon holding a slender rapier couldn't help but ask an unclear but extremely shocked question.

Even though its body and soul were cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces, it still kept asking questions, shaking the wet curly hair hanging from its head, and even did not forget to use the polite tone unique to the great demon Nurul.

"The ability to take your life." Perhaps because this guy was too polite, Alvin couldn't help but take the time to reply.

In an instant, a curse came towards him along the connection established by the conversation. Even with the energy body of the Titan, it would take less than a second to immunize against it.

Ivan, who immediately sensed the devil's cunning and sinister nature, had a face as dark as a shadow. Rust actually appeared on the surface of the combat agent Pluto he had just attached to, and that was the first sign that decay was beginning to take effect.

Even a lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit, let alone such a desperate feat as charging directly into hell.

Without any hesitation, the Scythe of the Sky that had previously killed countless demons was put away.

Then, Alvin drew out a pitch-black sword that was darker than dusk and redder than blood.

Seeing this powerful enemy change its weapons, the thirty-three Nurul demons that were besieging them immediately became alert. Although they had fat and stupid appearances, their essence was still cunning and difficult to deal with evil demons. But then, expressions of extreme fear appeared on the faces of these demons.

Because that pitch-black sword...it caught fire!!!

Gripping the hilt tightly, what is more essential than the grip strength is the sword wielder's rapidly surging dominance at this moment.

Then, like ignited charcoal, the flames instantly imbued the black sword with a vibrant, fiery crimson hue. Even Ivan's eyes seemed to be illuminated by the flames. The red and gold blended into an even brighter red gold, spreading outward from a point and then spreading across the surface, transforming into two flames that trailed in clouds of smoke and soared to the left and right.

"It's fire!"

"It's evil water!"

"It's the Sky-Burning Poison Sword that ignited the atmosphere!"

Screams echoed incessantly. These terrifying demons, having experienced countless ages, naturally possessed insights far beyond those of ordinary humans. Many things that were a vast, distant past for modern civilization were but fragments of yesterday's memories for them. Consequently, nearly every demon immediately recognized the true nature of Ivan's longsword, practically unmasking it on the spot.

But what popped out of the box was not a joke or prank, but the demon-slaying holy sword that was always burning with an eternal flame - Ravatin!!!

One sword, burning the sky!

This is not an exaggeration. In just a short moment, the sky and atmosphere covering the entire Deep Hell were uncontrollably dyed with a new color. It was a dazzling red from flames, a destructive red that was hotter than the sun.

Then the world began to tremble violently.

Originally, deep hell was some kind of terrifying demonic realm that transcended the material universe, and the asteroids visible to the outside world were at best just anchor points inserted into the material universe.

Here, will is more essential than matter. All individuals need to maintain their own identity in order to avoid being assimilated by the environment, because the so-called environment in hell is composed of the unconscious spread of the evil god's self. It is a true hell called a garden but only grows flowers of despair.

Unlike the Deep Hell of Transformation, which had been left unattended after Xin Liezhi's death, the Deep Hell of Corruption, where Ivan now stood, began unleashing invisible attacks the moment he entered. This was even more formidable than the 333 demonic legions and the 33 Nurulth demons currently besieging him. Ivan had to focus most of his energy on controlling the barrier and building isolation to prevent the corruption from affecting him.

But when the newborn Titan drew out the immortal holy sword - Revatin, this burning sword, which was also known as the magic sword, immediately made the whole hell tremble.

It was as if millions of suns were detonated at the same time, or as if a supernova powerful enough to engulf a planetary system was emitting the last wild song of its twilight years.

The sword did not rise from the ground, nor did it fall from the sky, but was silently slashed out from the soul residence deep in Ivan's heart.

Will, the extremely strong ultimate will, transformed along the sword body into a flaming edge sharper than the sword blade, deeply piercing into the essence of hell, just like a fierce knife to the heart of the evil god!

Almost all the great demons displayed distorted, hideous expressions, and their loving father, the Lord of Creation, felt the same thing. Pain, supposedly a 'gift' bestowed freely upon all living beings by the evil god, was now being forcibly returned to him by Ivan with an unyielding and brutal force.

The twisted plants that made up the Garden of Corruption turned to charcoal, tiles covered with moss and fungi shook and fell, Hell was wailing, and the thirty-three great demons were wailing together. The raging fire ignited their obese bodies, determined to cut off the eternal cycle of decay brought about by the plague and curse, until all evil things turned into ashes symbolizing death and rebirth, and the warm wind that was born from the raging fire and blew away and melted away was is warm.

"Enough!" A voice louder than thunder, yet extremely muddy, resounded throughout the world, and then the entire hell began to cheer like the boiling sea and the boiling river.

With steps that shook the world with joy, a figure taller than all the great demons combined emerged from the depths of the garden.

The three asymmetrical horns on the top of the head are like solitary peaks, and below them are three dim yellow eyes. They are narrowed as if smiling, but there is a lingering strong malice in the depths of their eyes.

Layer upon layer of fat piled up into walking mountains, and tumors piled up on every cliff and peak of the mountains. Yellow, sticky water flowed like streams and waterfalls, rolling down the cracks of the mountains, constantly giving birth to new demons and curses, as well as more poisonous diseases than the two combined.

Eternal Sore, Lord of Plague, Poison Cauldron, Loving Father, etc. etc.

The evil god Nurul, who holds all the titles mentioned above, finally appears in person.

Chapter 266: Destined to Die 4

As Narwhal emerged from the deep, dark shadows of the garden, the entire world of Stagnation began to come alive.

This place is like a monster with its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, chewing hard on any victim who dares to step into it.

And so, the feeling of being the world's enemy became increasingly pronounced. It was awful, like falling naked into a blazing steel furnace. Every inch of skin that touched the air burned, as if countless tiny needles pierced deep beneath my flesh, sending sharp pain evenly throughout my body.

If he wanted to fight it, Ivan would have to beat the entire world represented by Hell together, until he forced it to kneel with his fists, forced it to bow its head with his sword, and made it curl up and retract all the spikes it dared to raise, completely submitting to the Titan's proof of kingship that surpassed mortal tyrants and surpassed the scepters of gods - power!

The belief is as strong as iron and the killing intention is as firm as a steel knife.

Even though he witnessed the appearance of the evil god himself, Ivan, who had transformed into a Titan, had only the thought of killing him.

Silently, he clenched the holy sword in his hand. The moment this realization arose in his heart, flames also responded by rising into the sky.

The already blazing demonic sword traced a graceful arc from bottom to top, like a blazing torch raised to the sky. The vastly expanding flames now completely engulfed the pitch-black blade. Rather than grasping a sword, Ivan grasped a cluster of undying flames! An erupting volcano! A rapidly expanding supernova!

Faced with the exploding rage that seemed to be about to completely destroy the entire hell, the evil god Narwhal had no intention of taking the initiative to attack. He simply stood there with an almost honest and gentle smile on his face.

The next second, Nurulus opened his mouth to speak, but Ivan had no intention of exchanging pleasantries or conversation. His brief defeat against the demon had taught him a great deal. Anything even remotely close to the evil god was a dangerous threat; even the slightest proximity risked contamination with its stench and germs.

So, kill! Destroy! Throw the flames fiercely at the other party's ugly face filled with a gentle smile!

Before Naruto could change reality with his words, the blade of the holy sword had already swung forward.

In an instant, the flames covering half the sky seemed like a huge army that had received orders from a general. Along with the falling swords, they all turned into rolling waves and rushed towards the huge evil god in front.

The earth, the air, even the oceans—everything that made up the deep hell was consumed by the flames. It wasn't just a burning, it was a complete incineration! Even the smoke from the burning was used as fuel to reignite! It was for this reason that the Immortal Holy Sword, Revatin, was known as the Demon Sword, the Burning Demon Sword that destroyed the world!

Nurul shook his head, his smile unwavering as a massive cauldron, no less massive than the evil god himself, slowly rose beneath him. He dipped his long-handled iron ladle into the bottomless cauldron and swung it forward with all his might. A few tiny drops of pus spurted out, instantly transforming into a fetid ocean large enough to fill a vast basin, teeming with countless germs and curses.

But it doesn't matter. The tide of fire that is enough to ignite the world will immediately burn up the ocean of fetid juice.

After just one round of fighting, the terrain of Deep Hell's Corrupted Heavens had been irreversibly altered. The ground was covered in charred scars left by the flames, and the thick water, brimming with plague and curse, had corroded countless tiny holes in the rock, resembling some kind of fungus or moss, freshly grown from the ground—a living thing.

The demon army that was just destroyed by Alvin grew again like mushrooms after rain, but even though they regained life, their bodies were still covered with burn marks. The pain that penetrated deep into their souls made all the Nurul demons lose their smiles.

Howling and wailing filled Hell, and even the smile on Nurul's face faded a little. He lowered his head to look at his right arm, which held the iron spoon. The wound left by the holy sword's slash was like a canyon, separating the growth from the flesh, and the edges burned with an unquenchable golden-red flame.

"You can obviously cure them completely." Ivan, who stopped attacking, suddenly asked, and the extremely solemn atmosphere on the battlefield couldn't help but ease.

"Hehehe." Naruto let out a low laugh.

If his demons could do it, there was no reason the evil god himself couldn't do it. The moment the communication channel was established, Chaos Corruption immediately began to erode the Titan. However, with preparation, this contamination couldn't even approach Ivan himself.

The Titan's eyes narrowed slightly under his iron mask, and the golden-red light emitted immediately burned even hotter. His firm will was not affected, and his own strength had no loopholes. Coupled with the Burning Sword's unreasonable ability to burn everything, the corrupt power released by Narvus was completely defeated in an instant.

"I am the medicine they cannot live without." Seeing that corruption had no effect, Nawus simply answered Ivan's previous question.

Although the answer sounded somewhat nonsensical, Ivan understood its meaning after a brief thought, and his face immediately became filled with uncontrollable anger. He had just questioned not only the demons, but also those bewitched cultists.

While the realm of the evil god controlled by Nurul is twisted and sinister, it also symbolizes an exceptionally tenacious vitality. This alone makes it difficult for even the most devastating injuries, such as the loss of limbs and the disembodiment of hearts, to slay Nurul's followers. However, Nurul never truly heals the desperate patients who pray to him, merely replacing diseased tissue with corruption and distortion.

Simply put, it's like drinking poison to quench thirst. Those who pray to Nurulhu not only fail to achieve health, but ultimately become a breeding ground for disease. As the possessor of his possessed tools, Nurulhu certainly displays tolerance, generosity, and kindness—traits that can be considered excellent. However, even his so-called fatherly love is ultimately a sham, built on a relationship of slavery and forced personal dependence.

The evil god's words just now directly revealed the fundamental reason for such behavior.

He will become the drug that the other person cannot live without...

A disease that lasts forever, and medicine that needs to be taken forever.

The two are inseparable and close to each other, just like the most despicable liar and swindler in the world.

Its nature is so vile that it is unimaginable. What makes people even more angry is that the other party tramples on the ancient and sacred art of medicine with such blasphemous behavior.

"As expected, scum like you must be thoroughly purified by fire," Ivan said, grumbling through his teeth. At the same time, the opportunity he had been waiting for arrived as expected.

The power of the Burning Demon Sword Revatin began to penetrate deep into the Deep Hell, the Sky of Corruption.

Under the burning flames, those creatures that were originally in a state of eternal decay but would never truly die unexpectedly began to completely disappear.

Beating the entire world, blasting down the entire world, with the help of Revatin's terrifying ability to ignite everything, Alvin actually attacked hell itself, which was also an attack on the twisted nature of the evil god.

Realizing the other party was merely stalling for time, Nurulus's smile vanished completely, and he immediately displayed a decisiveness belying his portly appearance. The evil god stretched out his arms, covered in sores and rotting flesh, and pressed against the edge of the crucible. The sizzling sound of flesh searing from the hot metal echoed endlessly. He poured out the foul green broth that had been bubbling within the cauldron for countless millennia, leaving no drop unturned.

Endless new and old plagues turned into a world-destroying slop and rushed towards the entire hell, trying to extinguish the purifying fire ignited by the magic sword.

But it was too late. The newly resurrected Narwulth and numerous demon legions screamed and turned into blazing candles. The light and heat generated by them began to replace all corruption in the deep hell - the Corrupted Heaven.

In just two rounds, the battle between the Titans and the evil god reached a fever pitch, a stage determined to decide life and death. Driven by Ivan's will and the power of his soul, the Burning Demon Sword, Revatin, sang loudly, igniting everything it touched, even the most ethereal concepts beginning to be affected.

The authority of the evil god Nurulmu began to be shaken, and He truly unleashed the power that belonged only to a god.

Corruption, conceptually corruption, constantly appears in every corner of Hell. Even the already corrupted matter is covered again. Everything is transforming into a stage of corruption that will never stop and cannot be reversed. Even the bodies of the Titans, which can resist time, are also affected.

At this crucial moment, Ivan unexpectedly released his grip on the Burning Sword. Seeing this, even the evil god Narwhal was stunned.

The next second, the Scythe of the Sub-Sky that leaped out of the void was once again held by the Titan. The golden-red flames burning in his eyes immediately turned into an extremely deep darkness, and the iron-gray armor on his body also began to devour all the light around him.

The true king of the underworld has arrived!

"No!!!" Nawu widened his eyes and finally realized the opponent's real killer move.

The long-handled two-handed scythe that can cut through space contains enough power to break the twisted cycle of eternal corruption and lead all things to their destined death.

"I have a gift for you." Hades' whisper echoed throughout Hell.

With this announcement, the Scythe of Archon was raised high into the sky.

"It's called death!!!"

In that instant, the light "hush" that symbolizes death was like a sigh that lasts for a thousand years, gently exhaled.

And the long life of the evil god Narwhal, the eternal sore, also came to an end at that moment.

Chapter 267: Final Battle 1

It's like popping a boil or wiping off a piece of dirt.

The asteroid occupied by the deep hell of stagnation suddenly became extremely light, as if a heavy object that had been pressing on it for a long time had been removed, allowing the wind to fly freely and sing.

All the demons and evil gods' creations wailed and turned into ashes. The twisted and lush garden completely disappeared, and in its place, streams of green light passed through the surface of the planet. They were the purest streams of life after the pollution was removed, gradually converging into a bottomless vast ocean.

Alvin noticed that in the deepest part of the ocean, something was emitting light that was flickering.

That is the key essence of Nurul's power, or more precisely, the core of the concept of Nurul's parasitism and attachment, and its original and most important source of power.

Realizing this, Ivan didn't act immediately. Instead, he looked down at the still-flaming Holy Sword, Revatin, in his hand. Without hesitation, he performed a performance art of swallowing the mighty sword. The Holy Sword Soul froze, countless question marks forming above its head. At the same time, blazing flames appeared in every corner of the Titan's body.

After swallowing the sword and roasting it for a while, Alvin pulled out the holy sword as if nothing had happened.

This action had a profound impact on the Holy Sword, primarily mentally, but it didn't cause much damage to him personally. It was primarily a psychological effect. Ivan hoped to use this extreme method to completely purify any remaining contamination from the evil god. After all, compared to the other three evil gods, Narvus was far more vile.

After completing her husky-like performance, Ivan immediately glanced around to confirm the presence of anyone else. As for the holy sword in her hand, it was fine; most of the time, it was as quiet and silent as a sword. But just then, even as a knowledgeable immortal holy sword, Levatin's consciousness, residing deep within the blade, couldn't help but express an exaggerated expression of shock.

He let out a long sigh, a relief as if he had just released a long-pressed stool. As expected, the golden bracelet on his hand activated again. The entire Hell, including the celestial bodies that served as anchors to the material universe, was rapidly torn apart, disintegrated, and completely transcribed and compiled into a completely new form, completely encapsulated within a flawless artificial gem.

This functional module, rebuilt around the conceptual authority held by Navus, is primarily designed to heal and repair any life form, even those whose bodies are inorganic. In short, it's a healing gourd.

Ivan realized that perhaps creating medicine was Nurul's original purpose, a cure for all that was distorted. But the passage of time had distorted his mind, leading him to believe that if medicine completely cured a life, it would no longer have value. He believed that the best treatment would be a half-cure, leaving the rest to rot endlessly, forever dependent on the medicine's companionship and care.

This is how the wonderful healing medicine degenerated into the evil god Narwhal.

At this point, among the four flawless gems, flowing water was given destiny, the earth carried life, and the remaining fire and long wind would obviously also bear the core concepts held by the other two evil gods, namely fighting and laughter.

Realizing that the prophetic plan formulated by Ishtarri millennia ago was being methodically fulfilled, Ivan, the executor, slowly frowned. He could imagine the immense power he would gain upon completing the entire plan. It would be a force more powerful than any previous Titan Bloodline Awakener, the ultimate power truly worthy of being called a king.

So, is it all worth it?

Silly question.

Ivan couldn't help but laugh at the thought that spontaneously arose in his mind. Perhaps Ishtarli had already prepared for this, even transcending vast timelines, using countless lives from the past and future as pawns in a vast drama that solidified fate, denying change and forcing the future into a single form. This fate forced an evil god to choose self-destruction out of refusal to accept it.

With such a huge plan, the other party is not seeking personal gain, but the survival of all life on this planet.

So, what's there to hesitate about? Even for the Titans, survival is the most basic need of existence.

Even though he thought so in his heart, Alvin's frown lasted for a long time until a strong sense of presence rose up behind him that could not be ignored.

Looking back, he saw a crimson celestial body charging toward him with unparalleled momentum. Even in space, Ivan could almost hear the resounding war cries emanating from the planet's surface.

"You won't even let me have a rest." The Titan stood in the deep space with his arms folded across his chest. Although he complained, he had a cold smile on his face, and this smile gradually evolved into a wild laugh full of fighting spirit.

Then, the celestial body and the giant god collided suddenly, and the rage that rose into the sky spread to the whole land and burned the sea. The two huge figures slammed their foreheads against each other!

Sparks flew, metal melted, and the atmosphere was emptied. The dog-headed evil god wearing heavy brass armor and the Titan god wearing iron-gray armor collided with each other like two huge battleships.

The next second, the two warriors jumped back and separated from each other and appeared in a circular arena.

This was a giant arena made from the entirety of Hell, and it was filled with hideous-looking Horror demons. They screamed and waved their weapons, occasionally fighting with the audience around them, and then the moment they turned their heads to look at the central stage of the arena, they stopped waving their swords and sat back in their seats, cheering together.

Inside the iron cage at the center of the arena, Alvin felt that all his strength was restricted by the venue. Only the muscles holding the sword were still roaring and making the blood flow quickly, and this was the only thing recognized by the arena.