Star Forge Titan

Thanks to this factor, Count Lesenbra has gained the upper hand in many battles with extraordinary people of the same level.

But when he saw the two strange arm blades, Alvin just raised his eyebrows and raised his left hand with a silver glove. With unimaginable precision, he kept hitting the sharp blades that were swinging towards him from the side, deflecting their direction to a harmless angle.

Count Lesenbra roared repeatedly, but he felt more and more shocked in his heart.

Silver is a soft metal and cannot provide much protection even if it is made into protective gear. However, the opponent relied on amazing insight and agility to fully dissolve the unique combat methods that he had refined from hundreds of years of battle.

It even had a ridiculous feeling that the black-haired boy in front of it seemed to be more familiar with this tactic than itself.

“Who are you? How do you know so much about the Blood Moon Waltz?!?” Despite being hit in the chest by a punch from the silver glove, Count Lesombra forced himself to distance himself and roared in question.

The punch left a large burn mark on the flesh on its chest, which was the result of the interaction between the silver and the negative energy in the vampire's flesh and blood. The severe injury caused the Count to gradually lose feeling in the entire area of ​​his chest.

This is a worse outcome than pain, because numbness also means that the nerves there have died.

"Oh, I almost forgot that the battle method is called Blood Moon Waltz." Ivan twisted his neck and made a slight sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"After all, we usually call it the windmill." The black-haired boy showed a teasing smile, and a look of nostalgia for the past inexplicably appeared in his eyes.

There was a silly schoolgirl in the guild who was obsessed with vampire culture, so she created an account that portrayed a vampire. But the moment she saw the hideous true form of a high-level vampire, she burst into tears and instantly turned against him.

After deleting her account and starting over, the girl came to him and asked him how to build a Witcher's skill combination.

As a third-level engineering knight at the time, I was quite free, so I led the other side to kill vampires for two months, and almost defeated all the remaining vampire families on the continent.

Relying on his self-proclaimed excellent learning ability, he naturally mastered the special fighting methods that Count Lesenbra taught to other members of his clan. He could even use two scimitars with a reverse grip more smoothly than a vampire.

However, the expression on the junior sister's face when she looked at him seemed to become a little subtle.

"By the way." Alvin looked at Count Lesenbra, who had a look of fear on his face. His facial muscles suddenly bulged, revealing a 120% pure tough guy expression.

"You are dead (おまえはもうしんでいる/omaewamoushindeiru)."

As he spoke, the black-haired boy raised his left hand, and the silver glove he had originally worn on it was gone.

"What?" Count Lesombra lowered his head in surprise.

He found that his chest was numb and the injury was far more serious than he had imagined.

Moreover, the silver glove clenched into a fist was directly embedded in it, and the inside was filled with a whole huge piece of unstable fire element crystal.

The violent surge of fire elements caused cracks to quickly appear on the surface of the crystal, and fiery red elemental magic seeped out. The terrifying elemental power began to make the earl's whole body feel as if it was on fire, and he kept letting out extremely shrill screams.

"GAAAAA ...

With the silver glove embedded in his chest as the source, Count Lesenbra's body also cracked into pieces, and dark red fire elemental light emanated from the depths of those cracks.

"Repent for what you did in the past." Alvin looked coldly at the high-level vampire twitching in front of him.

After realizing how cruelly the other party increased his strength, he had no mercy on this guy.

I believe this bloodthirsty monster had no mercy on the victims.

With the brutal sound of flesh being torn apart, Count Lesombra's body split in two, and steaming blood and flames shot up into the sky.

The Vampire Pirate King, the Lord of the Seven Undead Seas, has been reduced to one!!!

Chapter 15 Cleaning Up

"it's over?"

Khayon, who had not appeared since the battle began, poked his head out.

In the messy cabin, Ivan, who had put on his "diplomat ring" again, was standing quietly. In front of him were the remaining embers of Count Lesenbra's burnt body.

The black-haired boy's clothes looked tattered due to his constantly changing body shape, but his entire mental state seemed to be burning and about to emit light.

At this moment, Ai Wenming had his eyes closed, but a strong and oppressive aura surrounded him.

"Uh, Your Highness?" Beads of sweat appeared on the Necromancer's forehead. The invisible pressure that permeated the surrounding environment made him feel short of breath.

Seeing no response from the other party, Kayang frowned.

"Big barbarian?" he muttered in a very low voice.

"It's Khayon." Alvin raised his eyelids and looked at the hatch entrance.

"..." Ka Yang was not sure whether the other party heard the call just now, but he could sense that the pressure was gradually subsiding.

"What's wrong with you?" the wizard asked hesitantly.

"I just understood one thing." Ivan's expression was particularly relaxed.

"What's the reason?" Ka Yang continued to ask subconsciously.

Ivan didn't answer immediately.

Recalling what Count Lesenbra had done, he had done so many evil things and made so many mistakes, but such an existence had actually lived in the world for a hundred years.

Even though many of the victims' families have died and the flames of hatred have died out over time, the culprits are still walking freely in the world and continue to commit more evil acts.

How, how unpleasant this is!

However, a few minutes ago, the vampire Count who had lived for hundreds of years passed away without any setbacks.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, it seemed that the reason he destroyed the evil monster was simply because he possessed greater power than it?

No, power has no will of its own. What drives power is him, his thoughts, the self-will of the individual being named Ivan Elian.

"Justice, or the right thing, requires the support of superb swordsmanship. Of course, it can also be magic, power, or something else." The black-haired boy muttered to himself as he stared at the pile of ashes that were still warm in front of him.

"Otherwise, it's not justice or right, it's just meaningless shouting."

Hearing his words, Khayang twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, but also as if he couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"...I'm sorry to interrupt your precious time of philosophical thinking." As he said this, the necromancer raised his hand and pointed his thumb outside the cabin behind him.

"I must remind your Excellency that there is a ship of vampire pirates outside that needs to be dealt with."

In addition to the vampires on the cruise ship, the vampire pirate ship that had previously followed the "Beautiful Brigade" was also in the surrounding waters.

Although they couldn't attend the most important formal banquet due to their status, they still had their share of fresh "ingredients" among the "live goods" from different channels, even though they might be low-grade "ingredients" that the formal vampires looked down upon.

"Ha, that's right. Now is not the time to think about such questions." Alvin laughed indifferently, and felt that he was indeed a little ridiculous just now.

There is no point in dwelling on such issues; actual actions are more valuable than any great ideas that remain only in imagination.

"So, how is your magic power recovering?" Khayon asked with concern.

"What? Are you curious about my magic recovery speed?" Alvin collected the ashes of the high-level vampire on the ground and asked without raising his head.

"No, no, no, I'm just curious." Khayon's expression froze. He instinctively collected intelligence information from everyone around him, but part of the reason was also due to the mage's innate curiosity.

In the magical perception, the tall, handsome, black-haired boy before him was like a black curtain that obscured everything. No mana spectrum could be seen around him, a completely eerie scene of pitch blackness, as if all the surrounding magic had been absorbed by him, without even the slightest fluctuation in the background magic.

Khayon had never seen such a phenomenon before. Even fourth-tier transcendents were selective when absorbing environmental magic. The color of the mana spectrum around them would undergo very obvious changes, such as the lack of one or more "colors", and the specific situation varied from person to person.

"I'm in full condition now." Alvin stood up and clapped his hands, saying calmly.

"What do you mean?" Ka Yang was stunned for a moment and then his face changed drastically, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Wait, do you mean..."

"Ah, that's probably it." Alvin looked at him meaningfully.

[Soul of the Stars - Perpetual Core] This branch talent gives his own magic the rare characteristic of perpetual circulation.

The external magic power will circulate with the mana pool in Ivan's body. Except for some special areas, his magic power will continue to recharge itself.

The battle with the vampires did consume most of his magic power, but after a period of absence from combat, Alvin's magic power has now returned to its peak.

Of course, this was also because his current mana pool wasn't too excessive. After increasing his rank, as his mana pool expanded, the time required to restore all mana would also increase accordingly. Unless his core talent, [Reshape the World], was further enhanced, thereby driving the evolution of his secondary talents, the speed of mana recovery would naturally increase again.

But that would at least require Alvin to purify his bloodline and complete the second stage of the 'Foundation of the Original World' ceremony.

Unfortunately, he has not yet found the relevant clues to purify his bloodline, and he does not have a second flawless gem with different properties.

In comparison, the other materials needed for the ceremony seem less expensive, after all, they are still within the scope of what money can afford.

At this moment, the pirate ship trailing the cruise ship seemed to realize something was amiss. Having not received regular communication for a long time, they began to approach the cruise ship in an attempt to board and contact it directly.

The pirates were sailing a traditional three-masted sailing ship, which was completely inferior to the new generation of steamships in all aspects. Fortunately, the sea breeze was strong at the moment, so they could move freely.

However, just as the pirate ship approached to a certain distance, the door leading to the interior of the cabin was suddenly knocked open, and a figure rushed out of the cabin at a speed that even the vampire's dynamic vision could hardly capture.

Ivan ran for a distance on the deck, then jumped directly into the air, drawing a precise parabola in the air like a cannonball and landing heavily on the pirate ship.

"Aha, they're finished." Seeing this, Khayang couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and smile with gloating.

Then the wizard saw a bright fire erupting from the pirate ship.

Several low-level vampires and dozens of blood servants instantly turned into burning torches, and a tall figure began to kill straight from the bow to the stern.

Those who barely managed to avoid being burned to death had their heads smashed one after another by Ivan, or he used the magic power of "Eternal Flame" to create unstable fire element crystals and forcefully inserted them into their chests.

Boom!

Not long after, Alvin's figure drew a parabola and returned to the cruise ship, landing on the deck with a dull sound.

Behind the boy was a pirate three-masted ship that was burning with flames and gradually tilting and sinking.

Kayang twitched his lips, then bowed slightly and said half-jokingly:

"My Lord, are you ready to accept the vampire legacy next?"

Chapter 16 Today's Unboxing

"Inheritance, what inheritance? Gold coins? Anything like that is fine."

"How are the others settled? Are there any vampires on the ship?" Alvin asked while brushing off the dust on his body.

He soon realized that this was a pointless act, as the entire set of clothes had become little more than rags due to continuous fighting.

"The real vampires have been dealt with. The only ones left are low-level blood servants. They're no different from ordinary people. I asked the sheriff named Frank to bring a dozen armed civilians to watch them. Everyone else has been safely transferred to the restaurant on the first floor. There shouldn't be any major problems in the short term."

"Come to think of it, these vampires are much richer than you might think." Khayon's expression was a little subtle.

"Have you found the captain's room?" Alvin immediately understood what he meant.

"Although we didn't go in, the cash in the vault alone is very considerable. It seems that the other party has no intention of hiding anything." Ka Yang explained with a shrug.

"For vampires, blood is more valuable than money, not to mention that the way they make money is too simple." Alvin shook his head with a heavy tone.

"What are you going to do after this? Take this boat to Linde?"

Ka Yang didn't care whether the money was stained with blood. He was more concerned about how to deal with the follow-up of this emergency. After all, neither of them was suitable to be exposed to the official vision of Linde.

"Of course, we can't drive to Elrond, right?" Ivan asked.

"It's better to keep those blood servants. At least there's someone who can sail the boat. I plan to let Frank take charge of this matter. 'Former Sheriff Bravely Solve the Vampire Robbery', hmm, this title sounds very appropriate."

"But we have to get off the boat before docking. Or do you also want to be on the headlines of next day's newspapers with Flack?" Ivan asked half-jokingly.

As the first country to carry out a technological revolution among the rising nations, Linde, which promoted magical engineering on a large scale, has begun to produce newspapers.

"Forget it, that kind of thing is not good for the health of a necromancer." Khayang waved his hands repeatedly, looking politely declining.

"As for this ship, a steamship is expensive, but when I think about it being bought with the blood of victims..." Ivan frowned with disgust.

"Forget it, let Frank sell it when the time comes, and use the proceeds to compensate those unfortunate people."

"Mysophobia?" Ka Yang's expression was a little strange, and then he couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, do you trust someone you've only known for a short time?"

"I just believe in the good side of human nature." Ivan smiled lightly.

"Also, if the other party makes the wrong choice, I have the full power to make him regret it."

...Is this what you really think?

Khayang's expression froze, and the mocking words he had originally intended to say instantly returned to his stomach. He only felt that beneath the other party's open and aboveboard style of doing things, there was a realist spiritual core that was even colder and more pragmatic than that of himself, a necromancer who manipulated corpses.

When he arrived at the captain's room, Alvin found that the door was not locked.

"You've never been in there?"

"Of course, this is at sea, and the spoils must be distributed by the 'Pirate Captain'." Khayon said with a strange smile.

I think you are mainly worried about the trap on the door, so you need to find a strong warrior to clear the way.