Star Forge Titan

Just a simple action like clenching a fist can cause an explosion-like sound to be heard in the surrounding air.

"Be quiet, Yanshan." Another handsome middle-aged man with a face as pale as a corpse said while half-kneeling.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the dust on the tombstone of the 43rd Demon King Gustav Adol Andre Gusmith. Facing the tombstone of his closest friend and most respected brother, the Blood Dragon Grand Duke's eyes showed deep sorrow.

After learning the news of the Demon King's fall, the Grand Duke stationed at the far southern border rushed to Avonmore day and night.

Along the way, he used secret techniques to kill several expensive Pegasus to advance at top speed, but he still didn't make it to the end of the Burning Night, and even missed the succession ceremony for the new Demon King. The same thing happened to Earl Bedrock Mountain, who was stationed on the eastern coastline of the kingdom.

Both fourth-tier transcendents were filled with intense guilt and anger, but they couldn't find anyone to vent their anger on. All the conspirators had been killed during the Burning Night, and as for the remaining ordinary necromancers, as fourth-tier crowned beings, they disdained such a lowly act as venting their anger.

The two men had known Gustav since they were young. Grand Duke Blood Dragon was the cousin of the former Demon King and the only duke in the Kingdom of Elrond. He admired his brother very much, who was outstanding and completely different from other pedantic nobles. He liked to call Gustav "Brother" and chase after him since he was a child.

In his youth, Earl Bedrock served as a squire knight to the Demon King, but their relationship was more like a bitter rivalry than that of lord and servant. Earl Bedrock persistently challenged Gustav in a variety of fields, including swordsmanship, horsemanship, and even cooking, and lost over three thousand, nearly four thousand times.

Even after Gustav brought back his lover, Count Bedrock Mountain took the initiative to launch a love offensive against the lady in order to compete with him, and was then thrown from the east to the west of the city and almost drowned in the moat.

But no matter what, there is a very sincere friendship between them, and neither power nor wealth can change this.

The Earl of Bedrock Mountain, who was crying loudly, and the Grand Duke of Blood Dragon, who was crying silently, suddenly turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the entrance of the cemetery. There stood a tall woman in mourning clothes.

The moment he saw the other person's figure clearly, Count Bedrock Mountain almost instinctively covered his mouth with both hands at the same time, like a frightened five-meter-tall child, not daring to make a sound. The Blood Dragon Grand Duke's face, which was already as pale as snow, turned even paler in half a second, as if he had drunk three kilograms of bleach in one breath.

To be honest, he would rather drink three kilograms of bleach than see the woman in front of him at this time.

"You stinky stone, you little bat, how dare you show up here?" A cold voice came out of the woman's mouth.

"You!" The Blood Dragon Grand Duke's eyes were bloodshot, like two rubies inlaid on an exquisitely carved silver statue. Anger made him dare to roar at the woman in front of him for the first time in many years.

"Weren't you also there for Gustav when he needed you most, Antonia?"

The visitor fell silent.

Afterwards, the powerful fourth-level transcendent, the guardian of the kingdom's borders, the Blood Dragon Grand Duke Vlad III, Duke Tepesh, who ravaged and dominated many small southern kingdoms, was kicked in the chest.

Faced with the high-heeled shoes with a pure black base and gold carvings on the ends, neither the blood shield that could resist high-level magic nor the various defensive equipment were of any use.

Grand Duke Blood Dragon flew out of the royal cemetery in a straight line and disappeared into the horizon.

Until this moment, Earl Bedrock Mountain had not made a sound. He even held his breath completely, relying on the powerful physique of a fourth-level transcendent, and stood aside like a real stone.

"...Do you want to question me too?" The visitor stared at the five-meter-tall count with a pair of prismatic animal eyes with dark brown whites and golden irises.

The Earl of Bedrock Mountain covered his mouth and shook his head quickly, fearing that if he was even half a second late he would follow in the footsteps of the Grand Duke of Blood Dragon.

"I knew it, you all blame me!" The lady took out her handkerchief and let out a loud sob.

Seeing the familiar handkerchief, the face of the Earl of Bedrock Mountain changed drastically. However, the noble lady, who was only 1.7 meters tall, just waved her handkerchief. The gauze handkerchief woven with fine brushed gold thread suddenly grew longer and lashed the chest of the Earl, who was more than 5 meters tall, like a whip.

Only then did the air explode with a half-second delay.

The next moment, Earl Bedrock Mountain went to accompany Grand Duke Blood Dragon.

In the royal cemetery that had returned to silence, only the weeping noblewoman was left standing alone in front of the tombstone of the Demon King Gustav.

"I finally came back, and this is all I can see? How could you leave alone, you idiot Gustav!"

Her Majesty the Queen of Elrond, the Dragon Warrior of the Fire Realm Sky Defense Line, the Wings of Brilliant Splendor, the Ancient Dragon Sky Guardian - Antonia King, at this moment, cried out like a fragile mortal woman.

"When we first met, I called him Angel, even though... I am a dragon." Recalling the past, Antonia looked even sadder and almost fainted from crying.

At this moment, an awkward figure silently turned the wheelchair and came behind her, quietly handing over a handkerchief that was also mixed with brushed gold.

"Thank you." Antonia took the handkerchief subconsciously, and then was suddenly startled.

A great demon? Or perhaps an incarnation of the evil god? Or perhaps some other powerful fifth-order perfect being?

Apart from her own blood relatives and loved ones, who else could come so close without her noticing?

But when the human-shaped Ms. Gu Long turned around, she saw a figure whom she missed so much and had appeared in her dreams several times, appearing there with an extremely embarrassed look on her face.

Not far away, one could see Ashram's back moving away at high speed. His movements were just like a frightened northern sled dog running away madly with its tail between its legs.

“…” Antonia clenched her hands tightly, her whole body trembling slightly.

In her haste, a small stone was kicked out with a sharp explosion that broke the sound barrier. Ashram, who had already run several hundred meters away, was hit directly on the back of the head. He rolled forward another 30 meters and fell to the ground, motionless.

Upon seeing this scene, the great and powerful fifth-order perfecter, the former Demon King, His Majesty Gustav Adol Andre Gusmith, began to sweat profusely on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You..." Antonia puffed up her cheeks and flushed, and the handkerchief mixed with brushed fine gold was squeezed into a ball of shiny red and semi-molten metal between her fingers.

"You bastard!" Queen Gu Long pounced and hugged Gustav who was sitting in a wheelchair.

The latter instantly spat out a blood mist into the sky, and an exceptionally loud cracking sound came from his body.

"Ahhhhh, Annie, my ribs! Ribs!!!"

Chapter 101: The Little Prince's Little Secret

Ostolfo has a little secret, a little secret hidden in the garden.

Every morning, he would go to the garden with a kettle and bread. The maids and court ladies would always look at the little prince's back with sparkling eyes.

But Ostolfo didn't care about it at all. He knew that he was different from others since he was a child, but he didn't feel how unique he was. Instead, he treated everyone with a more equal attitude and a brilliant smile.

Anyway, no matter whether the other person is ugly or beautiful, she is not as pretty and charming as him.

Walking into the spacious back garden of Schönbrunn Palace, its small figure is quickly covered by dense shrubs. The broad evergreen leaves seem to weave into another emerald green sky. The warm and bright sunlight of early spring shines through the gaps onto the ground, leaving behind a patch of light spots of varying sizes.

Ostolfo, wearing a white dress, walked through the shade of the trees, humming a tuneless and cheerful nursery rhyme. As she walked, she casually picked long soft leaves and weaved them into a vibrant leaf crown. Her back looked like a goddess of spring strolling in the woods.

In early spring, she is a little girl; when flowers are in bloom, she is a bright young girl; when autumn comes, she is a mature and plump woman.

At this moment, the little prince in a white dress was like a goddess in early spring. He walked briskly through the woods and came under a towering tree.

"Sister Vero, please come out quickly." Ostolfo looked around.

Seeing that there was no one around, he picked up the kettle and poured a stream of clear water onto the roots of the tree. The soil was quickly soaked, and the water seeped into it, soon touching a slender, curly root.

"Well, rose seed, you are just as cute and charming today." A sweet laugh came from behind, and two soft and boneless arms hugged Ostolfo's waist and lifted him up.

Vero Dishia transformed into a large flower growing out of the ground. Her body was half lying and half sitting in the center of the flower, and the open petals were like a long skirt, cleverly covering the undulating lines of the female druid's body, making her look as beautiful and pure as a flower fairy.

This is some kind of mysterious magic that originated from the Druid secrets. It allows people to merge with plants and use the long vitality of plants to recover from their injuries. At the same time, because the aura of both parties is merged, it is difficult for others to detect the existence of any aura other than the plant itself.

However, beneath this beautiful appearance lies the life-stealing nature of the venomous snake Lan.

At least, that's how it should be...

"Really? Stop treating me like a child all the time." Ostolfo stomped his feet and, relying on his bloodline talent, jumped out of Vero's arms and to the side in a flash.

"Hehehehehe." The female druid lay on the petals with a strange laugh, supporting her chin with both hands, looking so silly that if the object of her faith saw her, she would definitely silently find a knife to clear the door.

"This is today's breakfast, eat it quickly." After all, Ostolfo is a little boy with a soft personality.

He didn't stay angry for long. He took the initiative to come over and give the food he had secretly brought out to Wei Luo, and also put the woven leaf crown on her head.

Although it was just white bread and water, the female druid took it with both hands as if it were a treasure. As for the leaf crown, she was so excited that her whole body was shaking.

"Ah, I am so lucky." As she said this, she began to eat with almost pious movements.

"Here you go again! Don't make fun of me." Ostolfo snorted awkwardly and turned his head to look to the side.

"Hey, I'm not kidding." Without leaving even a crumb of bread, Willow drank all the food and water that Ostolfo brought with an attitude that could be called greedy.

Finally, she looked at the little prince's profile with a very strange look.

"I can't tell you a single lie, or I'll die of a broken heart." After a long while, the female druid said with great emotion.

A follower of the Whisperer claiming he couldn't lie sounded like a terrible joke.

Before that day, Willow thought so too.

But what was extremely absurd was that when she looked into Ostolfo's eyes and began to make up lies about her life experience, a feeling she had never experienced before came over her.

Every time she said a word related to a lie, Willow felt her heart contract for a moment. Before she could finish half of the lie, she actually spat out a mouthful of dirty blood under the gaze of those pure eyes.

Then, the whole person fell into a coma and only recovered with the recovery bonus provided by the surrounding dense vegetation environment.

If she hadn't woken up quickly enough, she probably wouldn't have been able to stop Ostolfo from calling for help, and her identity would have been exposed.

The followers of the evil god Whisperer actually feel pain for lying. What a terrifying and abnormal demonic charm!

Who is the cultist?!

The female druid even had such doubts at that moment.

"Hehe." Ostolfo pouted, but still turned his head to look at Vero Dixia.

"Can we continue telling the story of elves today?" The little prince coughed lightly, trying to hide the expectation in his words.

But that pretended serious look made the female druid's breathing involuntarily quicken, and all her doubts and fears were instantly thrown behind her.

As a fallen druid, Willow should have regarded all lives other than her own as part of the natural cycle, taking whatever she wanted and never deliberately favoring any individual among them.

But she had been an older sister in the past, so deep down she still had some affection for young creatures.

However, when facing Ostolfo, this positive emotion that was almost completely crushed by the belief in the evil god was constantly amplified.

In the end, Vero Dixia almost regarded the other party as her own brother who had died long ago. The inexplicable emotion eroded her entire heart at a speed almost as fierce as poison.

"Of course, the last elven poem hasn't ended yet." Willo took a deep breath and began to recite the elven poem that recorded a love story from thousands of years ago in a singing tone.

Ostolfo had never encountered such a thing before, and neither had Vero Dixia. For various reasons, the former did not notice anything unusual in the communication process, while the latter was completely unable to get rid of the strange... pleasure in it.

In fact, the child named Ostolfo Andrei Gustav Gusmith has an almost irresistible demonic temptation for all those who go astray, which will make them involuntarily offer all their remaining emotions and actively amplify them.

At the age of thirteen, the little prince had not yet discovered his little secret, so he was still like an ordinary child, listening to the beautiful poems handed down from thousands of years ago with an incomparably brilliant and strangely charming smile.

When the last line of the poem turned into a beautiful song and entered the woods, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Rose seeds, I..." Willow bit her lip.

These days, although it is becoming increasingly difficult for her to get rid of Ostolfo's demonic charm, she has come up with a compromise to temporarily break through this terrible mental confinement.

"I might have to leave."

"Hey!" Ostolfo stood up suddenly, with a sad and lost look on his face, which made the female druid want to hack herself to death with a knife.

"There's no other way. Sister, I have things I have to do." Wei Luo held her violently beating chest, fearing that the heart inside would stop working.

"However, there is something I would like to leave with you temporarily." As she spoke, she pulled out a curled wooden hairpin from her hair.

"What is this?" Ostolfo couldn't help asking.

"It's a very important thing, so I will definitely come back to find you. It's rose seeds. I hope that by then you will have become a real rose that can only be picked." Willow said with a sly smile.

She slowly unfolded what looked like a wooden hairpin but was actually a rolled-up ancient document.

This incomplete ancient document was filled with unreadable characters, but was kept very carefully by Vero.

Although she could not read the words on it, she knew that it was the most precious legacy of the wood elves and one of the reasons why she destroyed her entire family.

But if this thing wasn't so precious, Willo wouldn't be able to use it to break free from the constraints of her own mind.

After handing the ancient document to Ostolfo, she finally hardened her heart, hugged the child and kissed him fiercely, then laughed wildly and turned into a flower bud that burrowed into the soil, starting her difficult life of escape again.

Not long after, a warning whistle was heard outside, which was the patrolling knights' sign that they had discovered the intruder.

Ostolfo stood there in a daze. Although he was worried about his new friend, he knew that he should do nothing at the moment.

With an expression that looked like he was about to cry, the young prince couldn't help but look down at the illegible ancient document.

Then, a look of confusion emerged on his face. Under the influence of the power surging from his body, the meaning of those unfamiliar words seemed to become vaguely discernible.

"The third edition of the Atlas of Life, the first work... Pa... Palladia?"

Volume 2 The Decameron

Chapter 1: Encounter at Sea

As Afrediya watched Ivan go away.

Likewise, the scene of the young man saying goodbye to the young woman takes place on the other side of the harbor.

"Get out of here." Boxia looked coldly at the guy dressed as a small businessman, with no disguising his disgust in his tone.

"How heartless! We've been living together for so long." Karajan squinted his eyes and deliberately made a sad expression. Even his sweet voice was mixed with a hint of sadness.

He wore a modest wide-brimmed hat that provided sun protection and could be pulled down to cover half his face. His clothing was also comfortable and inexpensive, clearly not a wealthy man. His leather boots exuded an air of age, giving the impression of being worn for years. One would never realize they were actually magical equipment imbued with the ability to walk on water.

"Shut up! Don't say it in such a way that can easily cause misunderstanding!" The veins on Boxia's forehead were bulging like a "well" shape, but he tried hard to lower his voice.