Star Forge Titan

"What's wrong?" Khayon asked after hearing this. At this time, he had already drawn out two duel wands, one black and one white, ready to fight at any time.

"Nothing, I just thought of something funny." Alvin shrugged and started moving his hands and feet.

The soldiers under Baron Lincoln also formed into neat rows and marched towards this side. The magic rifles in their hands were neatly placed on their shoulders, and under the muzzles pointing straight to the sky were sharp and sturdy bayonets. The bright blades reflected the cold light unique to metal weapons under the sunlight.

Line tactics, what a nostalgic scene.

Ivan sighed sincerely in his heart. This tactic was a new tactic that emerged after the start of Lind's Magic Revolution. Because of its overly strong visual effect, some players jokingly called it "queue shooting".

After the Skeleton Tide broke out, due to the high pressure of the war, linear tactics were quickly replaced by more advanced and more efficient tactics.

But at this moment, this tactic is still the tactic that the Central Empire Linde military is most proud of.

They claim that linear tactics are tactics that only the bravest will use, and that every soldier should wait until they reach a distance where their guns are most powerful and their shooting accuracy is highest before launching an attack, and then use lead bullets as powerful as a heavy punch to defeat the enemy in front of them!

Upright, magnanimous and majestic, they are worthy of being the people of Linde, known as the Central Empire.

While sighing, Alvin raised his hands slowly but quickly.

At this time, Khayon had already begun to recite the spell silently, and Bryant, who had turned into a skunk, also slapped the ground with his front paws and made a threatening roar.

However, facing the front line advancing like a wall, he still felt a little panic. This was Linde's invincible infantry phalanx. Some small countries that had friction with the Central Empire disappeared under such a uniform pace!

Bryant even subconsciously began to wonder how feasible it was to escape through the sewer.

At this moment, the flow of magic changed...

The ground began to shake, Baron Lincoln's expression changed suddenly, and Bryant's hair all over his body stood up.

As a Druid-class transcendent, his sensitivity to the free magic in the natural environment was more acute than that of most professions of the same level. At this moment, Bryant clearly noticed the abnormal reaction of the environmental magic.

A large amount of free magic in the environment rushed to one place like flowing clouds attracted by a whirlpool. They were like flying fairies, emitting magical sounds that only extraordinary people could sense.

That is the thunder before the storm, that is the sound of the tide before the tsunami arrives.

Ivan's right hand emitted a dark golden magical light, and he clasped his hands together with his left hand, which also emitted magical light.

Under the shining light, the black-haired boy with a stern face like a marble statue said indifferently:

"Refine, begin."

Chapter 84: Muscle Training

In Palladia, when people talk about the alchemist's fighting style, various potion bottles often come to mind.

Alchemists, who are more adept at laboratory research than combat spellcasting, often carry a variety of alchemical tools for self-protection when they have to go out.

Therefore, throwing potion bottles, a fighting method that sounds quite like something from a fantasy novel, is actually not the alchemist's fixed fighting method. To be precise, it is just one of the options.

Different schools of alchemists specialize in different areas of alchemical research, so the alchemical tools they create are also different. Of course, there are alchemists who are good at making alchemical potions, but they would not simply and crudely choose to throw the bottle.

Making alchemical potions also takes time. Although potions can indeed imitate simple magical effects such as fireballs or freezes, if you want to achieve such effects, why not just bring a spell scroll? After all, most alchemists are not short of money.

Therefore, when an alchemist who is good at potions has to fight, he will often choose to make use of the characteristics of alchemical potions instead of foolishly throwing the bottle full of potions with his bare hands.

You know, potions are meant to be drunk.

For example, Alvin once saw an alchemist who would use potions to temporarily strengthen himself into a muscular man with terrifyingly developed muscles all over his body during battle. Then he would use the continuous combination punches learned from daily boxing training to knock down all kinds of enemies with heavy punches.

As the plot enters the later stages, the alchemist from Linde even invented a portable magic cannon, an alchemical item for personal defense that allows a single person to achieve exaggerated firepower.

At that time, Linde alchemists were just like the people in the New World, instantly carrying personal defense weapons.

Oh my friend, this thing is much more convenient than magic!

However, at a time when the magic industrial revolution is still in its early stages, people's stereotypes about alchemists often remain in knight novels, where they are supporting characters who stand behind the protagonist (usually a knight or a hero) and secretly throw out bottles of alchemical potions to provide help or create opportunities for the protagonist.

So, the moment Alvin put his hands together and said "The alchemy begins".

Baron Lincoln and his men did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

The guards marching in neat rows even quickened their pace, hoping to close the distance between the two sides to a certain extent before the other side used alchemical items, and then use their own "advantage" in close combat to quickly end the battle, or in other words, this was a simple and boring extra task in their eyes.

In this era, because the magic steam gun had just been invented, linear tactics were still considered to be the tactics that could most effectively exert the power of firearms. It was also the fearless tactic that could best demonstrate the strength and perseverance of Lind men and belonged only to the brave.

The Linde soldiers of this era are the proudest and most proud soldiers. The power of their magic weapons allows them to look down on the armies of most other countries.

Their strong self-confidence, sense of honor and rigorous training enable them to unleash combat power far exceeding that of traditional feudal armies even with only bayonets.

Every Lind soldier firmly believes that any enemy who dares to stand in front of the line tactics will be reduced to ashes under the powerful lead bullets, sharp bayonets and ruthless trampling of boots!

"Forward!" Baron Lincoln gave a loud order.

The guards who were originally marching in an orderly manner shouted, picked up their rifles that were hit by bayonets, and rushed towards Ivan and the other two.

Although it was only a small team of twenty or so people, they burst out with momentum comparable to that of hundreds of people.

But the expression on Baron Lincoln's face turned very ugly. Although he was not as perceptive as Druid Bryant, he was also aware of the change in the flow of magic in the surrounding environment.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He only hoped to end the battle before the other party activated the unknown alchemical props. At least he wanted to use these soldiers to test what alchemical props the other party had in their hands.

Unfortunately, Baron Lincoln failed to achieve either of his goals.

Because of that tall and handsome black-haired boy.

He is not an alchemist at all!

Ivan's eyes were calm, and his hands, emitting a dark golden light, pressed down on the ground slowly.

[Core·Reshape the World] is activated!

After going through the first stage of the foundation ceremony of the original world, the mana pool stored in Ivan's body has reached an astonishing level, and the range of influence of his own core talent has also expanded several times than before.

The dark golden magic light flashed across the ground like lightning, causing the flat land in the city of Lutetia to suddenly change, as if the ground suddenly turned into a turbulent sea. The charging guards fell to the ground one after another due to the violent shaking of the ground before they could even raise their steam rifles.

Seeing this, Khayon immediately shrugged and put away his wand.

“It seems that there is nothing left for us.”

"What did he do?" Bryant opened his mouth in astonishment. He was so scared that he even changed from a skunk back to a human form with a "bang".

There are many magic spells that can shake the ground, but what really surprised him was the new situation that happened afterwards.

Driven by the radiance of [Reshaping the World], the earth not only shook violently, but also the waves mixed with the ground bricks and stones, like a sea of ​​death without buoyancy, mercilessly devouring the bodies of the guards.

During this process, the rolling rocks were like blunt knives, causing the soldiers involved to suffer skin and flesh tears and broken bones.

"what!"

"Captain, save me!"

"What is this! What is this!"

There were shrill screams one after another, but no one actually died.

Considering that this was Linde, Alvin did not start a massacre. Besides, he had no interest in these miscellaneous soldiers who were just following orders.

The only person who really deserves attention is the pale-faced baron.

Come, let me see how powerful the armored cavalry of this era is!

Ivan stared at Baron Lincoln, who was gritting his teeth in the distance, with an extremely sharp gaze.

If nothing unexpected happens, the other party will only have one choice left.

That is to activate the magic cavalry and fight with all your might.

"Come here, my warhorse!" Baron Lincoln raised his hand and pulled hard on his chest. The activation key in the shape of a pendant that he carried with him immediately emitted a dazzling magical light from between his fingers.

Following this guidance, a cafe on the street was smashed from the inside, accompanied by scattered window fragments, broken bricks and clouds of dust, and a four-wheel drive, fully armored military magic vehicle suddenly rushed into the street.

This vehicle has a square trapezoidal structure similar to that of early tanks. The entire vehicle is wrapped in pieces of metal armor. There is a whole row of sharp horns in the front of the vehicle body. The two on the left and right are particularly large, like a pair of thick bull horns, and there are also curved blades on the side of the wheels that rotate at high speed along with the rotation of the tires.

The top of the chariot is also equipped with a large-caliber magic steam gun, which can easily penetrate the magic shield released by ordinary mages with one shot. Moreover, the reloading process of this weapon can be completed inside the vehicle.

Clearly, the Linde military possessed even more hidden secrets than the public knowledge of magical engineering. The magical engine they used was superior to anything available on the market. Even with a slight power limit while ensuring stable operation, it could still propel such a heavy vehicle at high speeds.

"How despicable." Alvin chuckled and watched Baron Lincoln jump into the magic car at an extremely fast speed, but he had no intention of stopping him.

"Indeed, it's quite despicable." Khayon echoed:

He also discovered that the cafe that was destroyed by the tank was the one the other party had initially suggested when they suggested negotiations.

In other words, this guy was already prepared to flip the table during the negotiation. In fact, that was not what the other party really wanted to achieve.

"Humph, I actually have to do it myself."

Inside the chariot, Baron Lincoln gripped the joystick with a grim expression. The magic power in his body flowed into the magic engine, and began to guide the magic power in the engine to flow to the entire body of the chariot.

In this process, his own magic power only plays a guiding role. What really drives this violent machine to operate is the alchemical fuel that continuously releases magic power in the incinerator of the magic engine.

Most magical vehicles at this stage require two people to drive, but new types of extraordinary people developed based on magical engineering, such as armored cavalry, can drive alone for short periods of time under limited circumstances.

At this moment, the angry emotion in the master's magic seemed to affect the chariot, and the machines inside the car released a sharp sound like an eagle's cry.

Just like that, with the roar of the engine, the heavy chariot covered with metal armor drove straight towards Alvin without paying any attention to the guards who were still lying on the ground.

Although it took some effort to gather these subordinates, maintaining his current position is the most important thing for Baron Lincoln right now.

Therefore, even though he had seen the surviving guards on the ground through the armored vehicle's observation goggles, he had no intention of slowing down.

"The streets are obviously getting wider soon." Baron Lincoln's eyes were red and he growled through gritted teeth.

Seeing this, Alvin gently pushed his hands to both sides, pushing the injured guards on the ground to the sides.

"Hmph, this guy." Kayang behind him shook his head, and Bryant beside him also showed a subtle expression.

But the black-haired boy didn't care what others thought. He did it simply because he was able and willing to do so.

"The first generation of magical mobile weapons, the mass-produced version of the Metal Beast 003, code-named the Horn of the Minotaur." Looking at the sharp horns in front of the chariot, Alvin whispered the equipment number of the chariot.

Not only did he know its serial number, he also knew the maximum power of this early magical chariot.

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but sigh with regret.

“It’s so backward.”

The next moment, the magic armored vehicle codenamed "Horn of the Minotaur" was already within reach.

Kayan and Bryant had already jumped to the left and right to dodge, but Ivan stood there motionless.

The black-haired boy put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression looking exceptionally calm. The strong wind blowing towards him made his loose black hair fly back like a flying cloak.

The primal magic flowing between the blood and bones ran through the boy's body like a roaring river, allowing him to burst out a more powerful pava than usual in the uniquely violent way of a barbarian!

Then, the impact—happened!

In an instant, Baron Lincoln, who was a second-level extraordinary occupation-armored cavalryman in the car, felt a violent tremor all over his body.

Then, in just a few seconds, his mood changed dramatically from joy to astonishment, to fear and even despair.

"This is impossible!" A sharp cry that seemed to tear the throat came out of the baron's mouth.

A few seconds ago, the 'Minotaur's Horn' he was driving actually hit Alvin, but the result made people think he was dreaming.

At the moment of collision, Alvin raised his foot and kicked hard on the armored plate between the two front horns of the armored vehicle.

With the horrible sound of metal deformation, the armor plate that he kicked head-on actually began to cave inward, and the black-haired boy himself was pushed back continuously, but at the same time he also caused the speed of the armored vehicle to decrease rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye!

Thirty points of strength, that's thirty points of strength enough to wrestle with a dragon and push it down!

When the vehicle speed returned to zero, the stopped magic armored vehicle had become completely unrecognizable.

This "Horn of the Minotaur" seemed to have transformed from a metal beast into the corpse of a beast, with its entire body becoming tattered.

Like blood flowing from a wound, black smoke and oily sludge leaked out from the interior of the Magic Armored Vehicle. Most of the curved front horns were broken, even the two thickest ones were not spared.

Even the armored interior was no exception. The immense impact instantly shut down the magical engine, which was under immense load. If it weren't for the safety devices, it would have exploded violently.

Keeping his hands in his pockets, Alvin effortlessly pulled his other leg out of the ravine.

Afterwards, the boy was somewhat displeased to find that his new shoes were completely scrapped, which was the only situation he had not expected before.

In order to forcibly stop the armored vehicle, he was pushed backward by the vehicle and left a long ditch on the ground. The soil rolled up on both sides of the ditch was nearly half a meter high.

In contrast, the skin strengthened by the mystical ritual and protected by invisible scales, and the skeleton reinforced with demon-averse metal were not damaged at all as expected. The few minor injuries that were barely noticeable on the surface also healed themselves in just a few breaths due to the abundant vitality unique to the strong physique.

After three seconds of silence for his shoes, Alvin walked onto the roof of the car with an expressionless face.

Then, seemingly casually, he stamped his foot.

The metal armor-covered roof immediately let out a mournful cry, and the heavy armored vehicle sank a great distance in an instant, with most of the exploded tires buried under the ground.

Inside the car, Baron Lincoln felt as if someone had hit him several times with a hammer through his helmet, and he almost passed out.

Alvin looked at the unrecognizable armored vehicle with a calm expression and gave his final evaluation.