Star Forge Titan

But people who actually live in the downtown area know that the situation here has changed. The black-billed sparrows, which were once the largest gang in the area, disappeared completely in the dark night tonight, just like a shot bird.

In its place was the Orphan Gang, a once emerging gang.

They were originally just a young gang that dared to fight and compete, and they relied on the young people's drive and the leader's unconventional management style to get to the second place.

The survival methods of traditional gangs are time-tested and mature. They are like rats or cockroaches: humble yet capable of survival. Therefore, other downtown gangs believe that the Orphans, despite their seemingly powerful presence, are destined to remain a flop. With their shaky foundations, they will be like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

But no one expected that it was this new member who was not optimistic about by everyone, who could overthrow the Black-billed Sparrow Maxwell gang that had dominated the downtown area for more than ten years overnight, fully occupy all the former's industries and territories, and completely become the largest gang force in the downtown area.

That night, the members of the Orphan Gang, wielding crude weapons, acted like a pack of wolves working together to comb through every den of the Black-billed Sparrow Gang.

Especially the core members of the orphan gang who came from Marilyn's Orphanage. Unlike other gang members who are accustomed to collecting protection fees, earning gray income and then going to various places for fun, these young people usually spend almost all their free time except work on mutual cooperation and training, so they have combat effectiveness that exceeds that of ordinary gang members.

Yes, every core member of the Orphan Gang has a normal job. In the words of their leader Canon, a man without a job will not have the sense of responsibility to shoulder the future of his family and team.

On the other hand, the Black Sparrow Gang, the only violent group that could fight against them, the hundred or so armed thugs never showed up.

Therefore, the cleanup of the Orphan Gang went more smoothly than expected. After executing several core subordinates of Black-billed Sparrow Maxwell, they became the largest gang in the downtown area.

The "culprit" who made the hundred or so thugs disappear was now looking at Ivan with a gloating expression as he used an ice pack to cool his head that was hit by the hammer.

what on earth is this kind of happenings?

The story begins when he beat the black-billed sparrow Maxwell to death with one punch.

"It's over." Ivan raised his hand and wiped away a drop of blood on his cheek with his thumb, saying with a relaxed expression.

This was the only bloodstain left on the tall, black-haired boy's body, and it was also one of the few troubles caused to him by the black-billed sparrow Maxwell, a minor trouble at the level of personal hygiene.

At this moment, the entire long street was filled with the corpses of thugs wearing long leather coats. Some of them were entangled with their former companions. The thugs chopped their weapons into the heads and bodies of these zombies, while the other side also tore the thugs' throats with their teeth.

Blood was everywhere, like a bucket of red ink had been spilled, and the streets were covered in a sea of ​​crimson. Ivan's boots stepped on the gravel road, leaving a bright red footprint with every step.

Not far away from him, Mr. Kayon Paulus, who was a necromancer but carried holy water with him, was putting on oven gloves borrowed from the orphanage's kitchen. He carefully unscrewed the cap of the tin kettle containing the holy water, as if he was handling highly toxic or corrosive dangerous chemicals.

Then, he sprinkled the holy water, which emitted a faint glow, on the surrounding corpses that were missing limbs but still twitching.

hiss--

The two opposing magical forces made a slight sound, and the positive energy contained in the holy water quickly eliminated all traces of negative energy remaining on the corpses awakened by the necromancy spell, making them look exactly the same as other corpses created in the normal way.

As for the horrific injuries and deaths, they had been disguised in advance by the necromancer using the technology of transforming undead puppets. It looked as if this group of thugs were really affected by the confusion and control spells, which eventually led to killing each other.

Khayon was so cautious because this was Lind, not Elrond. According to their traditional beliefs and the religious doctrines espoused by the Temple of Light, a necromancer's desecration of corpses was just as detestable as being hunted down by a rat crossing the street. Therefore, he had to meticulously erase every trace of his necromancy.

It must be said that Maxwell's previous behavior of driving away ordinary people around him saved him a lot of trouble, so Khayang was grateful and did not intend to use the corpse of this second-level transcendent as material to make an undead puppet.

Although, the main reason is that zombie-like undead are not easy to carry around, and cannot be as easy to carry around as small undead or ghosts.

"What a pity, he could have made a pretty good zombie heavy armor soldier." Khayang shook his head regretfully and poured the remaining holy water on the last zombie that had not been completely destroyed.

With a crisp hissing sound, the body finally came to rest in peace.

"Let's leave the next matter to the gang leader. I think he should be able to handle it properly." Alvin said as he knocked on the closed door of the orphanage.

"Indeed, that guy's eyes are really familiar. They are the eyes of an ambitious person." Khayang smiled and showed a subtle expression of approval.

The chaos just now must have scared the children a lot, so it’s best to notify them quickly so that they can calm down.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. The two looked at each other in confusion. Could it be that someone had sneaked in from somewhere else?

Thinking of this, Ivan didn't bother to think about it and immediately raised his elbow to push against the door. The locked thick wooden door, along with half of the door frame, flew backwards.

As a result, as soon as he walked into the lobby of the orphanage, he saw Mother Teresa holding a mace that she had taken out from somewhere, and smashing it at him with her eyes closed and screaming.

It turned out that after the old lady hid the children in the cellar, she hid behind the door with a weapon, intending to fight with the gang members who might rush in at any time.

Worried about injuring Mother Teresa, Ivan didn't dare to attack recklessly. He also felt that ordinary weapons wouldn't hurt him anyway, but if the old lady was accidentally injured, it would be troublesome. The elderly's recovery ability is much worse than that of the young, and even ordinary wounds take longer to heal.

So, watching the mace falling, Ivan did not dodge or stand still, but just raised his hand casually and said:

"Mammy, it's us. Those gang members were...Ah!" Before she could finish her explanation, the black-haired boy let out a cry that sounded more like he was frightened than painful.

The invisible scales that could easily resist all ordinary iron weapons were actually pierced by the unremarkable nail hammer. Then, the hammer head suddenly began to glow and fell heavily on Ivan's forehead.

How did this thing get enchanted? Who was so bored as to give a cherished enchanted weapon to an old woman raising children in an orphanage? What's wrong with her!?!

This was the complicated thought that popped up in Alvin's mind at that moment.

"Mammy, are you okay?" When Diana and old Barton rushed back to the orphanage anxiously.

Behind the smashed door, Alvin was slumped in his chair with a speechless and choked expression on his face, next to him was the gloating Khayang and the apologetic Mother Theresa.

The black-haired boy held a bag of magically created ice, and a red patch could be seen on his forehead. Technically speaking, he wasn't injured. Even if the invisible scales hadn't taken effect, the defenses of a Titan-blooded transcendent couldn't be penetrated by an old lady with an enchanted mace.

However, he, who was not hurt by a hundred armed thugs and a second-level transcendent, suffered the greatest damage in this battle at the hands of an old lady.

This is really devastating mentally!

After learning the truth, Diana, who usually had a blank expression on her face, suddenly turned her back. Although she tried hard not to make any sound, her slightly twitching shoulders showed that she was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

"Laugh if you want to." Alvin raised his hands to cover his face and said this in an almost helpless tone.

"Hahaha!" Diana finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Looking at the smiling girl, Alvin found some shadows of the generous Valkyrie in the previous plot in her.

When Diana finally stopped laughing, Ivan continued:

"Now, let's get back to the topic. Next, we should discuss how to rebuild the 'Hope'."

Diana's expression immediately became serious. She exchanged a glance with Old Barton and then immediately said:

"I've carefully searched the wreckage of the Hope. Setting aside the other parts, the most crucial incinerator is no longer usable. This is the first problem we face right now."

"Burn the furnace." Alvin pondered for a moment.

The incinerator, also known as the combustion chamber, is one of the most core components of the magic engine. It can stimulate magical materials in a special way, thereby generating magic power to drive the entire engine. Because the external visual appearance of this process is similar to combustion, it is called the incinerator.

Because this component needs to be resistant to both high temperature and high pressure, it has very high requirements in terms of manufacturing process and materials.

"It's indeed a problem." Alvin nodded.

As he was speaking, under the expectant gazes of everyone, the black-haired boy suddenly tapped his hands as if he had finally remembered that he was an alchemist.

"Let me make one."

Chapter 66: Blasting Advance

"Do it yourself?" Diana was stunned.

"Young man, don't joke around." Old Patton frowned. As one of the first trained magic car drivers, he was not completely ignorant of magic engineering.

Moreover, due to some past experiences that are not convenient to be made public, Old Patton understands the current status of magic engineering even better than those ordinary magic car drivers who are receiving training.

"I'm not looking down on you. Although the core technologies of the magic engines designed by each company or organization are based on existing magical engineering theories, their specific design philosophies vary."

"Magic equipment manufactured by different organizations even has different component specifications. Even if someone completely disassembles the original engine, it would be difficult to understand the design process. Even simple replication is difficult."

Old Patton kept talking about this. This was a headache for him and other magic car drivers. Different brands of vehicle parts had to be repaired with original parts, even if the diameters of the fixing bolts were different.

"Big boy, how could a young alchemist like you from Genoa possibly master..."

The old man shook his head. Although he didn't say it more clearly, his meaning was very clear.

"In fact, I don't need to understand their design ideas." Ivan shook his head and said frankly:

"It's a whole new one."

As a Lind player who has played the subsequent versions, although he is not the most professional magic engineering expert, he is very familiar with the practical application and development path of related technologies. Moreover, there are various technologies in the real world to refer to.

Even if Alvin is not 100% sure about this, he is still 99% sure.

In fact, he has already found some ideas for this, but he still needs to try them out in practice.

"What?" Hearing his words, Old Barton couldn't help but widen his eyes, and even Diana raised her eyebrows slightly. Only Khayon, who was standing next to him, shrugged his shoulders with an expression of no surprise.

To be honest, he was no longer surprised by the prince's actions. Considering the apocalyptic strategic unit battle that took place in Avonmore, Khayang felt that this guy could do anything.

"Anyway, I'll handle this matter. We still have two key issues to resolve right now."

Without paying attention to the expressions of others, Alvin raised two fingers.

"Question one, materials."

"The original incinerator used by the Hope was a salvaged scrap piece. The material itself was already overwhelmed. It's a miracle that it has been able to hold up until now. After the accident, it's probably completely scrapped."

"That is to say, we need to find new materials to make the incinerator and the entire magic engine. Not to mention that the body frame, tires, gearbox and other things also require high-quality steel."

Seeing that everyone looked thoughtful, Alvin shook his second finger.

"Question two, qualifications."

"Only the top three finishers in other regular races can register for the Lutetia Youth Magic Car Competition. Diana has only participated in underground competitions before, and all her achievements are not strictly valid for participation in official competitions. Therefore, we need to participate in a regular race and place at least in the top three to qualify."

"There are only three days left until the registration deadline for the competition. We need to resolve the qualification issue as soon as possible, otherwise we won't even be able to participate in the competition, which is the first step to winning."

After discussing the primary issue before him, even though time was very urgent, the expression on Ivan's face was still very relaxed, without a trace of nervousness at all.

"As long as we have a car, the second question is not a problem." Diana said directly.

The girl's tone was ordinary, but her words revealed a dominance that was no less than that of a man. It was a strong self-confidence accumulated from so many victories that she no longer cared to remember them.

"Wow~ So confident." Ka Yang, who was listening on the side, couldn't help but whistle.

"Just telling the truth," Diana said with a chuckle.

"Don't make it sound so easy. As long as you have a car, huh, then you can drive my taxi to the race?" Old Patton blew his beard and poured cold water on the young man.

Diana curled her lips. She didn't know what to say to the master who taught her driving skills.

"This is indeed not possible. After all, the engine power of civilian magic vehicles is limited, and the maximum speed is only about 30 yards, which is not much faster than the normal speed of an ordinary carriage." Alvin smiled.

For some reason, when he saw this smile, Old Patton suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"But even if it's a civilian magic taxi, at least the body frame and other parts are intact, which means..." The boy paused and looked at the old driver with a 'you know' look.

Old Patton's face darkened. Considering what the other party had just said, he clearly understood what the other party meant.

"Don't even think about it! No way! Impossible!" The old man blew his beard and glared, raising his hands and waving them indignantly:

"Grandpa Barton, please, please." Diana was a little embarrassed. She rarely asked others for help, so her voice was a little stuttering.

"Little Moon, even if you beg me, I can't do it." Old Barton looked at the girl with a look of pity.

"That's a treasure I've saved up for over twenty years to buy! How can I let a stranger mess with it?"

At this moment, Mother Teresa, who had just left, suddenly returned to the living room carrying a wooden round tray.

"Hey, why are you so excited all of a sudden? Old Barton, you're not a young man anymore. Take care of yourself. Have a cup of black tea and calm down."

As she spoke, the nanny smiled and distributed hot tea to everyone. Although the tea leaves were ordinary, they still gave off a refreshing aroma, so everyone held their teacups with satisfied expressions, and even old Barton, who had just been full of indignation, immediately calmed down.

"This tea smells so good." Holding the teacup, the old man muttered something indistinct.

Theresa was satisfied to see that everyone was drinking their hot tea obediently. She then sat down next to Old Barton and said softly:

"The orphanage has been a burden to you. I can't help you much. I can only do what I can."

"Oh, my angel, what are you talking about! Just being here is the greatest support for me! I am completely willing to do this!"

Old Barton quickly held Mother Theresa's hand, bent one leg and half-knelt beside the patched and worn sofa, and said this in an extremely sincere voice.

Theresa turned her head away embarrassedly, and the young people all showed expressions of disbelief. They did not have the shamelessness of old man Patton.

When Mother Theresa left the room with a smile, the smile on Old Patton's face slowly faded, and he looked at Ivan with a scrutinizing gaze.

"I'm not completely unaware of what's been happening in the downtown area lately. You're indeed a capable young man, but the more capable you are, the more trouble you're likely to cause..."

As if recalling something that happened in the past, Old Patton couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Through the living room window, he looked again at his beloved car, which he had carefully maintained, with an expression of great reluctance and pain.

"Just do what you want."

Ivan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

"Really?"

"Don't ask me a second time! I can't guarantee that I will agree every time!" Old Patton paced back and forth in the room angrily with a teacup in his hand.

"Thank you so much, Grandpa Barton!" Diana cheered softly and quickly expressed her gratitude:

Old Patton sighed. He was still a little worried, so he asked another question.

"Young man, tell me your thoughts."