Star Forge Titan

Obviously, this Seraph is fully armed and ready to engage in a brutal bloody battle at any time!

"It's Lord Lucifer!" Seeing the fire in the sky, an angel couldn't help but shout excitedly.

"Huh? Isn't Lady Antonia on duty this cycle? A few days ago, the bloodthirsty demon named Scarbrandi was killed by her." Another angel asked in surprise.

"Yeah, so she took some time off."

"what?"

"She's on family leave." The angel nodded and added:

"After sacrificing the Great Demon's head to His Majesty Odin."

"ha--!"

At the same time, a funeral in the material world has come to an end.

The heavy and sealed coffin was carried into the mausoleum, and people mourned in their own ways.

"In this way, you will no longer be the Demon King." Ashram said with great emotion.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Gustav, wearing a hooded cloak and sitting in a wheelchair, sighed.

"If someone hadn't been stuck at the Fourth Stage for decades, I wouldn't have had to fake my own death to avoid the complete conscription order issued by Your Majesties a thousand years ago."

Glancing at Ashram with a wry smile on his face, Gustav's expression was very helpless. Now he had become the former Demon King, and huge oil portraits of himself were hung on the Corridor of Mirrors and lined up neatly with his ancestors.

"Ha, I didn't expect that the promotion to level five would be so difficult." Ashram said with a headache, scratching the stubble on his chin.

"You are so useless, Aram." Gustav glanced at his guard leader with disdain and habitually called out his nickname.

"Shut up, Tatav. If Antonia hadn't helped you find the ancient king's inheritance, you wouldn't have reached the fifth level so quickly!" Ashram retorted angrily, and subconsciously called out the strange nickname he used as a child.

At that time, Ashram, who was raised by a she-wolf, could not speak the common human language, so he called Gustav's name as the strange "Tataf".

Unexpectedly, this later became a nickname that we used to call each other.

"Husband and wife are one. What's hers may be mine, and what's mine is definitely hers. This is the pleasure that a bachelor like you cannot understand, Aram." After putting down the burden of the devil, Gustav was no longer as serious as before, but instead revealed a hint of evil taste.

"You look gentle, but sometimes you are really too much! It's just that those guys outside don't know it..." The veins on Ashram's forehead bulged, and he felt angry and funny.

Come to think of it, whether it's Gustav, the former Demon Lord, or Ashram, the head of a secret intelligence agency, they can only relax like this in front of their brothers who grew up together.

Moreover, the two had not had such a relaxed conversation for a long time since Gustav's injury that was difficult to recover.

"In short, to prevent that old, immortal Butcher Prince Lind from falling into self-destruction after reaching the end of his lifespan, breaking the tacit understanding among the fifth-order nations that they are forbidden to interfere in wars in the material world, and rushing in to kill indiscriminately, I cannot leave Elrond for the time being."

Back to business, Gustav's expression became serious again.

"So you planned to fake your death to see his reaction? I only planned to conceal your physical condition temporarily to prevent anyone from coming..." Ashram raised his eyebrows, and his upturned triangular eyes revealed a dangerous and ferocious look like a wolf.

"Yeah." Gustav nodded. He was not the kind of madman obsessed with war, but he would not hesitate to take action when necessary.

"Before, the butcher was just worried that I would kill him with the Moonlight Secret Sword, so he acted so obediently."

"Considering that guy's maximum lifespan is only about twenty years, given his cautious nature, he will most likely send spies to test the waters first. This would give him a time difference of about a year or two, and by then... hehe." The former Demon King pressed the old wound on his chest, a sneer on his face.

Although he still felt a stinging pain when he squeezed hard, the cursed black mist no longer emerged.

"Ah, he will definitely be surprised." Ashram also had a malicious smile on his face.

"He would never have guessed that you would be so lucky."

"Yes, even I didn't guess it." Gustav said and looked into the distant sky, as if looking at someone over there.

On the battlefield a few days ago, looking at his best friend spitting blood in his arms, Ashram couldn't help but shed bright red tears in his eyes.

"Hold on, Gustav!"

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to survive any longer." Gustav spat out a mouthful of blood. There was no fear or despair on his face, but only some uncontrollable regret. He regretted that he could not see his children grow up and that he could not see his wife return.

"This is really... huh?" As he spoke, His Majesty the Demon King suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Although there were waves of severe pain from the wounds all over his body, the old wound on his chest gradually lost its feeling. To be precise, the physical pain was still there, but the cruel torture of his soul being torn apart bit by bit by the curse suddenly disappeared.

Looking down at his chest, he found that the black mist symbolizing the curse was no longer emitting from the old wound.

"Hmm?" Ashram seemed to realize something.

"Aha!" He suddenly exclaimed, then forcibly suppressed the expression of joy on his face and shouted with all his strength.

"Hold on, Gustav! You can't just leave Frey and Ostolfo alone!"

"..." Gustav glared at him with a strange expression, then closed his eyes, tilted his head, and lay down seemingly powerlessly.

"I'm sorry, Fleur, I'm sorry, Antonia, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... everybody..."

"No! Gustav!!!" The Black Knight's voice was desolate, but the key was that his cry, which sounded flawless, resounded through the sky.

Recalling the scene at that time, both of them had strange expressions.

At this time, a burst of crisp bird calls came from the tree, easing the awkward atmosphere.

"Come to think of it, winter is almost over. When spring comes, the migratory birds should fly back." Gustav suddenly showed a happy expression.

"Ah, yes, this is the home of birds." Ashram responded with a smile.

While we were chatting, the funeral had already ended.

After seeing off the nobles and foreign ambassadors, Afrediya and Ivan, who was wearing a mithril mask, returned to the large carriage with the royal emblem.

"Huh, it's finally done." The red-haired girl, once the first princess of Elrond and soon to become the 43rd Demon King, stretched lazily, then frowned and rubbed her round and plump shoulders hard.

"My shoulders are so sore." The heavier burden than that of an ordinary girl made Afrediya feel particularly sore in her shoulders.

Of course, what is being referred to here is the extra pressure brought about by becoming a demon king, not any other reason.

"Thank you for your hard work." Alvin said casually while looking out the window.

Because the girl's previous and current movements made a certain part of her body particularly prominent, he didn't know where to look.

"You too, thank you for the hard work on post-disaster reconstruction these past two days." Afrediya moved closer to Ivan, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, hands touching, with a bright silly smile on her face.

There is no way. Even a powerful extraordinary person or a smart wizard can sometimes become stupid with just one click for the same reason.

"It's not too hard. It's better than before when I couldn't even hold the cup." Ivan also moved closer to Afrediya and sniffed the girl's scent.

After completing the body reconstruction, the black-haired boy's physical attributes were enhanced again, so that anything he touched would cause damage.

Fortunately, rescue work involves destroying a lot of objects, so he can get used to the new strength through destructive exercises without worrying about the consequences. Even so, it took him two days to get back to normal.

The two chatted and laughed in low voices for a while, and when the carriage arrived in the upper city, they heard noisy sounds coming from the street outside.

"Accept my duel! You hateful thief! The evil thief who stole other people's love!" shouted a middle-aged nobleman.

Bang! A heavy iron glove wrapped in yellow magic light slammed heavily onto a young noble.

"Okay! If you are going to attack the person who saved your life, then go ahead!" The young nobleman stood where he was without dodging.

Sure enough, the gauntlet flew past him and knocked a deep hole into the wall.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" The lady, her makeup smudged from crying, stood helplessly between the two men.

"What's going on?" Alvin looked at the two sides entangled in shock.

"Ah, that's what nobles do." Afrediya said with a disdainful curl of her lips, as if she herself was not a noble.

However, these generations of the Gusmith family are recognized as the least aristocratic royal family both in Elrond and other countries, so much so that their diplomacy has been slightly affected, but the family still goes its own way.

"There is so much post-disaster reconstruction work to be done, but they are busy...fighting in the streets?" Alvin felt that this was really inappropriate. After all, there are still people lying in the ruins waiting to be rescued.

Previously, most of his colleagues were from small local noble families or reformists from the lower classes. Therefore, everyone naturally believed that post-disaster reconstruction was the most important task at hand.

Seeing this scene, Alvin couldn't help but feel speechless.

"Yes, that's why I think aristocrats should be thrown into the trash. No matter how outstanding they appear, the system has constrained the development speed and motivation of this class to explore new things. This is a very bad phenomenon for a country."

Afrediya spoke out her truest thoughts in a calm voice.

"...Sometimes, I'm really curious about why you have such thoughts." Alvin looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess strangely, as she was an aristocrat among aristocrats but looked down upon the aristocratic class itself.

"It's not surprising, actually. Part of it is due to the new ideas I was exposed to while studying abroad in the City of Thousand Towers, and part of it is due to the family motto of the Gusmith family." Afrediya coughed lightly and said solemnly.

"Elrond is the country of the Elrond people, not the country of a certain family or a few families. Only by standing with the Elrond people forever can the glory of the family and the glory of the country shine for a thousand years at the same time."

This statement, which even surpassed the current era, shocked Alvin so much that he couldn't help but say it very sincerely.

"I really want to meet the ancestor who created this family motto." He even suspected that the other party was a time traveler like himself.

"Actually, this sentence is a combination of some knowledge deciphered from ancient ruins, and it wasn't entirely thought up by our family's ancestors themselves," Afrediya said a little embarrassedly.

“…” Alvin was silent.

As a powerful player in the game, he didn't pay much attention to the plot outside of the dungeon-related content. Could it be that the world of Palladia was hiding some greater secrets?

The black-haired boy fell into deep thought.

Looking at Ivan, who was frowning and thinking seriously, Afrediya's fair cheeks turned red for some unknown reason.

"Okay, let's talk about this later. Next, according to the plan, are you going to go see the giant skeleton that's been taken away?"

"Well, I do need to take a closer look at that thing."

Ivan nodded, his thoughts already flying far away.

Chapter 84: The Second Divine Grace

A system panel that no one else could see floated in front of Alvin's eyes.

Just like in the game, in order to maximize the sense of immersion and realism, the game system of Palladia has almost no UI display interface during normal game play.

In addition to exiting the game, the system's greatest use is to check character status, identify items, and give basic descriptions. The latter requires calling the database added after the player completes the knowledge accumulation task for identification.

Therefore, even Alvin himself usually doesn't remember the existence of this thing.

Now its properties have become:

力量26敏捷25体质30智力19魅力19感知29

Each of these numbers is unimaginable for ordinary second-level transcendents. Except for intelligence and charm, the attributes related to the body are even close to the main attribute requirements of ordinary third-level professions.

Could this be the legendary...bucket number?

Alvin felt a lot of small question marks popping up in his head, but he was also a little excited.

According to rumors on the forum, if all attributes break through 30 at the same time before being promoted to the fourth level, a special mission called the Perfect Person will be unlocked.

In the game, players who successfully complete this task can start the road to promotion to level five ahead of time before the version update.

In the real Palladio, perhaps it would greatly speed up the promotion process.

His current attributes have this tendency, which is simply the main attributes of several third-level professions taken out and put together.

With such exaggerated attributes, except for the fact that the soul power has not been formally stimulated, just in terms of physical fitness, it can almost crush an ordinary and unremarkable third-level transcendent to the ground.

However, if the opponent uses soul power for initial liberation, the situation will become different.

After all, the power of the soul and the initial liberation are the real trump cards in the hands of the third-level extraordinary person called "transcendent soul".

Even so, this seemed quite unusual at first glance. No one could have imagined that a First Order Transcendent who hadn't yet been promoted could actually achieve this level.

But when I think about it carefully, it doesn't seem strange at all.

A special secret ritual combining comprehensive attribute bonuses from the genetic factors of higher beings with the highest essence of future magic transformation technology.

If these things that transcend common sense and even time cannot push a human's ability to a level far beyond that of an ordinary transcendent, then it can only be said that the other party's basic value is probably negative, and being born disabled is not enough to describe their existence.

In addition, in the process of reshaping his flesh and blood body, Alvin took the initiative to intervene with his firm will.

He added the subsequent arcane strengthening contents to the body that had not yet been fixed, allowing the body in the process of reshaping to be transformed again, which is why the attributes were improved so significantly.

This also adds three new talents to Alvin's character card.

[Iron Muscles] Your muscles are infused with artificial muscles made of a mithril alloy, allowing you to unleash strength far beyond the limits of flesh and blood. Now you can crush a metal helmet like a can or tear apart the steel armor of a chariot with your bare hands, or even your teeth if you prefer.

[Regeneration Furnace] An organ that automatically absorbs free mana from the environment through breathing and converts it into highly concentrated liquid positive energy. This organ is implanted between the two hearts and is normally in standby mode. When you suffer a fatal injury, the organ enters a state of activation, automatically releasing positive energy to achieve a spell-like effect equivalent to healing serious injuries. The specific number of releases depends on the amount of positive energy stored in the organ at that time.

[Dual-Petal Immortality Gland] A half-organic, half-metallic creation implanted in the brain core. It surpasses its designers' initial expectations. Under the influence of higher-order genetic factors, its existence has become the seed that opens the path to eternity. It currently amplifies all attributes and achieves advanced optimization of every system in the human body.

And this is just the beginning.

Alvin was stunned and began to wonder what his friend in the guild did in real life.

At the same time, the addition of new talents also brings about attribute changes, which in turn causes his original talents to change accordingly.

[Innate Divine Power] Due to the further improvement of strength attributes, although it has not yet been replaced by a high-level talent, the description has become, go wrestle with the dragon, you can forcefully push the opponent down.