Star Forge Titan

The pair of golden pointed ears on her head had better hearing than humans, and were swaying slightly in the air. She was obviously a diplomatic envoy from the Great Wilderness Forest.

"I lost my composure." Ambassador Lind, or Viscount Palmston, leaned forward slightly to apologize, but he still didn't care in his heart.

Following this, the Royal Guard Knights and the Drum and Bugle Corps appeared as the guard of honor.

The drum and bugle corps played the majestic and somewhat ancient and simple music of Elrond. At the same time, the silver knights, who were taller than the new demon warriors, rode the six-legged cold-blooded horses of Avonmore and entered the arena slowly at a speed close to that of dressage.

The cold sun at the end of winter and the beginning of spring shone on the silver armor that was as bright as a mirror, reflecting an extremely dazzling light.

It’s the same old story. Although Elrond’s damned demon knights are indeed powerful, we now have the power of magical engineering!

Ambassador Lind, Viscount Palmston thought proudly.

But soon, his complacency was interrupted by an exclamation.

"What is that!?" The subhuman woman from the Great Wilderness Forest couldn't help but say in surprise.

The envoys of various countries raised their eyes and looked over. Then a series of hissing sounds of inhaling air were heard from the viewing platform.

A huge phalanx consisting of 152 heavily armored triceratops and sharp-clawed war bears strolled through the central street. The arcane monsters, covered in heavy metal armor, exuded unparalleled wildness and savagery. They were like a self-moving fortress of flesh and blood, as if they could easily trample all the legions under their feet.

In addition, countless saber-toothed wolves ran past the heavy monster on both sides like a tide.

How on earth did these Yankees do it? How did they advance the Mystic Technique to this level in less than a year? Did someone share the technology with them? But isn't this their unique technology?

Looking at the extremely high running speed of those monsters and their sharp and slender claws, Viscount Palmston couldn't help but estimate in his mind how long it would take for these monsters to cross the rifle range after launching a charge, and how many shots the Lind army's current magic steam rifles would need to shoot to ensure that such a terrifying and hideous mystical monster was killed.

The result made him feel his internal organs twitching, as if a cold hand was pinching his stomach tightly and kneading it vigorously.

We must use cannons! Large-caliber cannons! Ultra-large-caliber city-breaking cannons! Three rows of heavy artillery from the navy battleships! The Viscount roared hoarsely in his chest.

Unless they employed heavy magical chariots and experimental steam-powered armor, a phalanx of ordinary soldiers with rifles would be powerless to withstand this terrifying wave of monsters. Lind had to speed up, or they wouldn't just face the Elronds catching up; these northern barbarians were practically overtaking them!

All the envoys from different countries were in a similar situation at this moment.

Some of them cast magic such as Eagle Eye to enable themselves to see more clearly.

This silence did not last long, because what happened next was even more shocking.

Thirty-two fifty-meter-long Alvos flying beasts flew over like a blanket, and the shadows they cast were like a dark cloud, darkening the earth.

Compared to this horrifying army of monsters, the luxurious carriage that Afrediya rode later seemed insignificant.

Eight six-legged, cold-blooded horses from the Evanmore family with snow-white fur pulled a gorgeous carriage decorated with gold. Even the Gusmith family would show aristocratic style on such occasions. After all, this symbolized the dignity of a king and also represented the majesty of a kingdom.

The carriage passed through the streets and arrived at the Iron Palace under the escort of the Royal Guard Knights and the Legion of Mysterious Monsters.

Soon, Afrediya, wearing a crimson velvet robe and a black silk dress, stepped out of the carriage. Accompanying her was Ivan, who was wearing a formal dress but a mithril mask.

Under the gaze of numerous nobles and foreign envoys, the two men walked one after the other towards the Iron Throne made of swords, spears, swords and axes at the end of the Iron Palace's meeting hall.

The long boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the black marble tiles. Afrediya's expression was very serious. She held the ceremonial scepter "Hand of Oath" that symbolized the power of the Demon King in her snow-white gloved hands, and her mood was extremely complicated.

The power that her father had held for many years was about to fall into her hands. Compared to the excitement of gaining great power, the red-haired princess felt a heavier responsibility and the pressure that came with it.

"Frei, I'm behind you." Sensing the hesitation in the girl's heart, Ivan, who was standing one step away, smiled and said softly.

"Yeah." Afrediya nodded slightly, and then her steps became more decisive.

Her Royal Highness the Red-haired Princess sat on the Iron Throne and summoned the Crown of Time, which radiated immortal light.

Then she said it loudly for everyone to hear.

"I swear to protect the integrity and dignity of the kingdom, and to govern it with the interests, joy, and honor of the people of Elrond."

At this point, the 43rd Demon King ascended the throne.

A new king is born!

Chapter 98 The Last Night

The lively celebration in the city continued until dawn the next day.

A banquet for nobles and foreign envoys was also being held in Schönbrunn Palace. The envoys from all parties expressed strong curiosity about Elrond's new monster army.

Afrediya had a polite smile on her face and responded to the inquiries from various forces without any mistakes, but Ivan noticed that the expression on her face became increasingly stiff.

Not sophisticated enough, girl.

Ivan, who was unable to step forward to help due to his identity, gave Afrediya a helpless look.

Then he patted Ostolfo's shoulder. The little guy looked absent-minded these past two days. As a sister-con who needed electric shock treatment, he didn't even notice that his sister was in trouble.

"Hey? Hey!" Ostolfo looked as if he had just woken up, and then he followed Ivan's finger and noticed Afrediya's predicament.

"Hehe, these guys." Although the little prince looks innocent, cute and very cute, he is also a member of the royal family who has received an aristocratic education.

After politely stepping forward and greeting everyone, Ostolfo naturally joined the conversation, helping Afrediya to shoulder a lot of the heat. One of his secrets was playing the role of a good kid, repeating phrases like "I'm just a kid, I don't know anything" over and over again, or simply flashing a deadly, alluring smile.

By the way, to express his indignation at the fact that everyone had concealed the truth about Gustav's fake death from him, the little prince refused to change into a men's suit as usual today. He was still dressed in the standard Linde noble lady's outfit, becoming a moving lace cake again, and even his soft light pink hair was combed up into a strange "tower" hairstyle.

To be honest, Ivan felt that the hairstyle was more like a strawberry Christmas than a 'tower'.

Leaning against the wall with his arms folded, the black-haired boy, wearing a mithril mask, watched the nobles' performance coldly.

Although many people were interested in Ivan as the rumored future prince, he only responded to everyone who came to talk to him with nods and shakes of his head, so soon no other nobles approached him.

To put it bluntly, after Afrediya expressed her idea of ​​establishing a parliament to share power with them, these traditional nobles quickly turned to her and did not even express opposition to the vast majority of the items in the princess's reforms.

Of course, there were some intelligent individuals who saw the centralization scheme hidden within, but even if there were, they mostly chose to remain silent. This was partly due to the presence of the Black Knight leader, Ashram, who had come to talk, and partly because they were hoping their colleagues would be the first to suffer misfortune.

Oh, nobles.

"What's wrong? Feeling bored?" The voice of Sister Claudia suddenly came from beside him.

"Indeed, I have never really liked social occasions," Alvin admitted directly.

"Speaking of which, why did Mr. Claudia come out of the crystal today?"

"Because my work has come to an end for the time being." The androgynous beauty with long green hair said with some pride, brushing her hair back in a rather feminine manner.

"The preparation work of that special mystical monster." Alvin said with some emotion.

During this period, he also participated in the work of the Blood Order as a consultant.

One cannot help but sigh at this wizard organization with a thousand-year history. Although it seems to be low-key and has not produced many earth-shaking strong men, they have achieved the ultimate in the field of technology, which completely changed his initial shallow idea that the arcane monsters are just enhanced versions of primitive animal power.

"The preparation of the Leviathan-class super-large ritual monster is about to enter the next stage, and the special monster that produces hydrogen as energy is basically completed. Are you really not going to stay and help us?" Mr. Claudia looked at Ivan with a pitiful look.

"Don't look at me like that. I really have something important to do." The black-haired boy quickly raised his hands in surrender like a Linde without armor.

"Ah, it seems like men prefer to go out. Little Frey is so pitiful." Claudia sighed softly and looked at Ivan meaningfully.

Then, the gentleman or lady turned to look at a middle-aged nobleman with a very ordinary appearance in another corner. When he saw his gaze, the other party was obviously stunned and showed a helpless smile on his face.

Come on, Sir Gustav! Ivan said to himself.

That man was none other than the 42nd Demon Lord Gustav, who had disguised himself with magic to attend his daughter's succession ceremony. He had helped draft many of the recent decrees, otherwise Afrediya would have been in a state of panic long ago.

It felt like a subtle sense of a large size with a small size, Alvin thought.

The banquet lasted until the late night and finally ended. Alvin, who had slipped away early, was reading books on magic in the room.

If he was just a simple warrior, he would not need to read this kind of books, but now if he wants to make better use of his core talent [Reshaping the World], he must read and absorb knowledge. In other words, he has to spend a little effort to learn one.

"Traitor! Deserter!" Afrediya's angry voice came from the door.

"No, I just sneaked back to work." Alvin spread his hands and shrugged, casually pointing to a design blueprint on the table.

"What is this?" As a mage, Afrediya's instinct to pursue new knowledge instantly made her fall in love with it.

Her Royal Highness the Red-haired Princess, oh no, it should be said that it was His Majesty the Demon King who quickly picked up the blueprint and showed a surprised expression after taking a quick look at it.

"Is this weapon the one you used before, similar to the Lind magic gun?" Afrediya asked subconsciously as she looked at the self-propelled gem bombs of various calibers and the matching weapon series on the blueprint.

"Well, in addition to pistols, there are also assault rifles and other types that can be used with both hands. However, they require a relatively high level of physical fitness from the user. Probably only extraordinary warriors or those who have received the secret rituals of the higher-level demons can control them." Alvin nodded.

"Just consider it a gift to celebrate your becoming the Demon King." The black-haired boy said with a smile.

"...This gift is really valuable." Although she said this, Afrediya pouted and looked a little unhappy.

As a ruler, she should have been delighted with this weapon that could enhance the army's combat effectiveness, but as a girl in love, she was inexplicably annoyed by the boy's behavior.

"Huh? Don't you like it?" Alvin was a little surprised.

"Forget it. I should have known you were this type of guy." Afrediya sighed with some exhaustion.

Then, she naturally squeezed into the single sofa and pressed close to Alvin. Although the latter moved aside a little, he still felt something soft against him.

"I have a gift for you too." The new red-haired demon king took out a small gift box from his chest with a slightly red face.

Seeing her unconsciously selling benefits, Alvin couldn't help but turn his head and look away. As a weakling who had never been in love, his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became redder than Afrediya's.

"Open it and take a look." The young girl presented the velvet gift box in front of the boy like a treasure, and the young devil looked at him expectantly.

"What is this?" Alvin opened the velvet gift box curiously and saw a strangely shaped ring inside.

Two tightly packed silver rings were adorned with a hand in the center, seemingly in a handshake gesture. He could tell it was a magic ring, but its design was unlike the common equipment he remembered.

But the function is not important, the appearance is not important, the key is why did she suddenly give me a ring!?!

Is there something wrong?!

Alvin stared at the ring in the gift box in amazement, his whole body in shock.

"The Elrond Diplomat Ring allows Elrond people who have undergone mystical transformation to disguise themselves as ordinary humans. This one is a special version that I infused with the power of the Crown of Time. It is more concealed and has a greater adjustment range." Afrediya explained.

Although I'm super happy that you gave me a ring, what is it for? I, Alvin, have always kept my name and surname. The confused young man showed a bewildered expression.

Seeing his expression, the young demon king sighed.

"Don't you realize how conspicuous you'll be if you leave Elrond?"

Glancing at the muscular man, over two meters tall and resembling a perfectly shaped ancient statue, Afrediya continued:

"I don't know what you're planning to do, but being too conspicuous would probably be troublesome."

"Indeed." Alvin nodded in affirmation.

"Speaking of which, after leaving Elrond, don't forget to pay attention to the changes in the environment. For us Elrond people, especially those who have undergone the rituals of the higher demons, it will make you feel as if you have entered a world made of glass."

As if remembering something, Afrediya's face showed a mixed expression of laughter and tears.

"What do you mean?" Alvin asked curiously.

"Well, basically the buildings aren't as strong as those back home, especially the wooden ones. They can break easily if you're not careful."

"Oh yes, let me give you a specific example. When I was studying abroad, I stayed in Linde for a short time. I was invited by local classmates to attend a tea party, one of those boring tea parties with only noble ladies." Afrediya curled her lips in disdain, as if she had forgotten that she was a noble lady among noble ladies.

"I went there in a carriage, but the horse got spooked and accidentally kicked and bent someone's iron fence. I saw it and straightened it back up. Those noble ladies looked at us like we were monsters. Ha, can you believe it? One of them was even frightened to tears."

As she spoke, Afrediya herself couldn't help laughing out loud.

"That's it? You can be scared to tears just by this." Afrediya laughed so hard that her whole body was shaking.

"But in the following years, those noble ladies kept calling me Elrond the Mighty Demon behind my back, even in the City of a Thousand Towers. What a disgusting bunch of people they are." Afrediya snorted unhappily.

How should I put it? I think normal people wouldn't consider straightening a fence with their hands when they see it bent...

Alvin looked at the young devil sulking in his arms speechlessly.

“Anyway, be careful not to pull down the door frame when you open it, and don’t try to move a fallen tree by yourself…” Afrediya was speaking when she suddenly realized that the other person hadn’t put on the ring yet.

"Try it quickly." The young devil pushed Ivan, but a hidden smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth.

In fact, when she was adjusting it, she moved the age of the ring forward, wanting to see what Alvin would look like as a child.

"Okay, but it's hard to say how effective it will be." Alvin put on the ring hesitantly.

Then, he felt a magical force acting on him.

Because he took the abomination metal as a supplementary food, most transformation magics would not be useful to Alvin even if they were not malicious. However, the power from the immortal treasure - the Crown of Time made his body shape begin to change.

Ivan began to expand his vision at the same height as his own, and the things around him became larger.

Not long after, the tall, black-haired boy wrapped in white light turned into a boy of normal size, even younger than he normally was.

"Huh? What's going on?" His originally magnetic and masculine voice became a little shrill, and his deep facial features turned from heroic to handsome because of his young age.

"...This is really an unexpected situation. Hehehe, let sister hug you!" Seeing Ivan's changed appearance, Afrediya was shocked at first, and then she let out a strange laugh.

And then, this guy just pounced on me!

The distance was too close and Alvin had no time to dodge, so he was hit head-on by the soft object that was flying towards him.

After undergoing the mystical transformation, Ivan's three lungs can now filter oxygen from the water to support his breathing, but facing the twenty-two-pound attack on Afrediya's chest, he was still in a terrible state of difficulty breathing.