Star Forge Titan

A high-temperature gale carrying molten metal swirled around the boy, [Core·Reshaping the World] was activated, and the casting began!

As if being struck by an invisible hammer, countless sparks flew from the surface of the liquefied metal, as if they had undergone hundreds or thousands of hammerings before completely cooling down.

Taking into account the highly toxic nature of the plague surrounding the followers of Narvus, he also extracted the fire element from the flawless gem of fire - Eternal Flame and mixed it in to eliminate the opponent's advantage.

The 'Invisible Scales' blocked the excessively high temperature, so a set of metal armor emitting a dim red light directly wrapped around Ivan's entire body. Layer upon layer of armor plates covered the more than two-meter-tall body, making it look like a moving metal statue.

The main material of Burning Justice is Astral Crystal, a substance that can reflect the consciousness of those who touch it.

Therefore, at the moment when he used the power of [Core·Reshaping the World] and the magic of the flawless gem to forge the armor, Alvin seemed to sense something from the depths of his blood and even his soul. Part of the originally simple and durable armor had undergone unexpected changes.

When the armor was finished, a bright red gemstone, Eternal Flame, was embedded on the back of the fist bone of his right iron glove. At this moment, this flawless gem was shining like a burning flame, and there were three similar empty slots in the other positions.

At the same time, a line of ancient golden text slowly emerged from the translucent sword body of Burning Justice, which looked like red crystal.

'Sanctus! Sanctus! Sanctus! Cast in the name of God, ye no guilt!'

Sensing the presence of foreign demonic power, the forged steel soul contained in this celestial weapon has fully awakened!

"The disgusting smell from the upper plane!" Foster roared, and the caution that had arisen in his heart was suppressed by the uncontrollable evil instinct.

High-level believers like them have often begun to transform from body to soul into the evil demons under the command of the evil gods they worship. Therefore, their nature similar to that of evil demons has begun to seriously affect their self-awareness.

The filthy vanguard holding a vicious sword roared and rushed towards Ivan. A circle of golden light like an eagle radiated outward from the depths of the black-haired boy's pupils. The two heavy and ferocious two-handed swords collided violently in the next moment!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the primal magic flowing in the blood and bones of the descendants of the Titans roared and poured into the legendary sword "Burning Justice", and the purifying flames from the heavens roared out.

In just a moment, the blazing flames completely consumed all the thick juice and venom attached to the vicious sword! Even the fishy odor in the air was dispelled!

And Ivan's own strength, which exceeded thirty points and had already entered the realm of perfection, made Foster scream and fly backwards.

The Filthy Vanguard, who used to crush his opponents with the tremendous power brought by his twisted body and demonic characteristics, finally understood the feelings of his former opponents.

Without any hesitation, Alvin, who knew the characteristics of high-level believers of Narvus very well, stepped forward quickly. Holding the giant sword "Burning Justice" in both hands, he dragged a trail of flames on the ground, and then slashed up with the sword!

A crescent-shaped arc rose from the ground, and the filthy pioneer Foster, who had no time to react, was directly ripped open by the sword in mid-air. The blade tore through his skin, flesh, and hard bones, and the high-temperature flames attached to it burned his muscles, bones, and even internal organs into black charcoal blocks.

But this guy did not die just like that. With his twisted supernatural vitality, even if half of his body was broken, the high-level believer of Nurul can still regain the ability to move in the next round.

"Devour him, Death Swamp!" Foster roared with gnashing teeth and a ferocious expression:

Behind him, the super spirit body constructed by soul power and magic power - Death Swamp immediately pounced forward.

The spirit did not aim at Evan, but pounced towards the ground. The black-haired boy's eyes fixed and he quickly jumped back.

His judgment was very wise and his actions were decisive enough. The next moment, the ground where the two men were fighting was replaced by a muddy swamp with a diameter of ten meters.

Countless spiritual arms stretched out from the sticky mud. They were like a field of dead poplar trees, constantly scratching towards the top of the swamp, as if they wanted to drag all living things that entered this area into the bottomless quagmire.

In the center of the swamp, Foster, his legs buried in the mud, gasped for air. Skin, muscle, and even fragments of his internal organs, scorched by the flames, fell away from him one by one, his flesh twitching as if possessing consciousness, repairing itself.

Just like decades ago, the power of the evil god Narvus, the Lord of Corruption and Plague, the Eternal Sore, the Stinking One, allowed him to regain - 'health' in the moment of despair.

"...Huff, huff." Foster panted rapidly.

Looking at the tall warrior in front of him, who was holding heavenly weapons, wrapped in metal armor, and over two meters tall.

He seemed to have an illusion that the people standing before him were not humans, but those terrifying apostles from the upper planes, belonging to the high heaven and maintaining direct connection with the gods.

The sense of crisis made him suppress the influence of his evil nature and instincts. It was obvious that the enemy in front of him was not an opponent that could be dealt with ordinarily. He had to give up any unrealistic fantasies and exert all his strength to have a chance of defeating the opponent.

Fortunately, Foster still has the advantage of soul power. The swamp created by the super spirit in front of him can give him the upper hand. As long as the opponent dares to step into it, he will face obstacles from all directions, but he can come and go freely without being affected.

"Boy, come here!" Foster raised his hand and hooked his finger, and said arrogantly and provocatively:

Hearing his words, Alvin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but sneer.

Are you kidding me? It seems like we're the ones being hunted. How are you supposed to assassinate Emperor Linde while hiding in your own territory? Using body odor?

Foster seemed to realize this as well. Looking at the disgusting blond guy who had been dragged back into the car by Diana and started the engine and could run away at any time, his expression gradually became gloomy.

However, Ivan was not ready to leave. He did not want others to know his current state.

If you ask why, it’s because you know too much!

The black-haired boy took a deep breath, grasped the legendary sword Burning Justice with both hands, and pointed the blade, as bright red and clear as red crystal, straight forward.

At the same time, the power of [Core·Reshaping the World] was activated again, causing the metal armor behind him to change rapidly.

After experiencing the battle with Evan Moore and the first stage of the Foundation Ceremony of the Original World, Evan became more and more proficient in mastering his core talents, and was able to make the previously rough shaping more refined, thereby restoring more moves and equipment in his memory.

His plan was very simple. Since this swamp was hostile to anyone who stepped into it, it would be better not to go in.

Most of the original magic power was consumed, and the fire elemental power that continued in the Flawless Gem of Eternal Flame was also extracted. The metal armor had been reshaped into a pair of open wing-shaped nozzles, filled with a large amount of crystal clear unstable fire element crystals. At this moment, these artificial magic gems were collectively cracking and shattering.

The short-range flight backpack inspired by the Rock Rocket Fist is now complete. Next...

What is he going to do?

A strong sense of crisis came over him, and Foster realized that he had to interrupt the other party's actions.

"Hiss!" With a roar, the skin on the Filthy Vanguard's arms began to bulge outward, quickly forming a dense mass of bulges.

Accompanied by splashes of black blood, the bulges burst from the inside out, and a large group of winged carnivorous insects with sharp teeth flew out.

This group of carnivorous insects, covered with plague toxins, buzzed like a fast-moving dark cloud, flying towards Ivan who was standing on the edge of the Death Swamp, and Diana and others who were further away.

But before they could fly out of the swamp, the unstable fire element crystals filling the wing-shaped nozzles were completely shattered.

The gushing fire elemental power, guided by the metal nozzle, turned into two streams of flames like burning wings and all sprayed out from behind Ivan. The resulting reaction force pushed his tall body forward like a cannonball.

Moreover, the wing-shaped nozzle temporarily cast from ordinary metal was obviously unable to restrain all the power of the fire element, so that layers of flames enveloped the black-haired boy's body, making his hair flying back like burning flames, and the armor around his body was burned to a semi-melted state. While flying at high speed, the whole person turned directly into a flaming meteor.

Foster's eyes widened, and the buzzing carnivorous insects were blown away. The flames wrapped around Ivan's body turned them into ashes in an instant!

The spiritual arms born from the super spiritual death swamp were simply unable to stop a 'bomb' of this size. In just a moment, the legendary sword Burning Justice, tightly grasped by Ivan's hands, had sunk deeply into Foster's chest!

Before even blood could splash, the high-temperature flames completely burned the tenacious flesh and blood into ashes. The vicious sword was cut off in the first moment, and the fragments of poisonous iron and evil wood either melted or burned. As for the filthy pioneer who had just held the poisonous sword.

His body was first broken into two pieces, and then the remaining parts were torn into pieces by the high-temperature shock wave.

To be precise, Alvin directly smashed this high-level warrior under Narwhal to pieces!

Chapter 120: Covering the Head and Face

Whether it is a plague wolf or a vanguard of filth, the followers of Narvus are characterized by thick skin and fast blood recovery.

However, facing the ultra-high-speed rocket impact hammer that smashed them into pieces like a clay pot, human believers whose own blood recovery speed has not yet reached the level of the demons really cannot withstand it.

Even though he possessed some demonic characteristics, Foster could not withstand the terrible impact that Ivan unleashed at that moment.

His body was pierced in half by the legendary sword 'Burning Justice'. The purifying flames from heaven adhered to the surface of the wound, using the mixed vitality distorted by the evil principles of Narva as fuel to continuously burn the mutated muscles that tried to regenerate themselves.

"Hu~" Alvin exhaled a breath of hot air, and his entire body was covered with molten metal.

The armor, originally made of [Core·Reshape the World], had all its parts melted and deformed by the escaping fire elemental magic power during the rocket attack just now, and was now falling to the ground piece by piece.

This made Alvin look like Surtur, the king of fire giants in mythology, bathing in the lava river at the center of the earth. Molten iron and steel were constantly dripping from his body, and even his hair was emitting a dark red light from the roots.

It was so hot that even the extra talent 'Invisible Scales' brought to him by the ancient dragon blood factor could not completely block it, so that the black-haired boy's skin began to turn red and hot all over his body, and large patches of burn marks could be vaguely seen.

This level of burns would be fatal to an ordinary person. To be more precise, if an ordinary person encountered this situation, they would not suffer from a mere burn. The scorching hot molten iron was enough to burn a person into charcoal in an instant.

However, unlike the power that fully enters the perfect realm after activating the rage, after the Elrond Mysteries and bloodline awakening, Ivan, who is set as a Titan bloodline, has a physical fitness of thirty points in the permanent state. The resulting talent and perfect body allow the vitality as pure as light and as broad as the ocean to circulate in Ivan's body and replenish itself.

The minor burns began to heal within a few breaths, and his skin soon returned to its usual marble-like pale and cold appearance.

Foster, with only his head left, looked at the scene with bloodshot eyes. His face, covered in blood and anger, could not help but reveal shock and confusion that was difficult to conceal.

"Who...are you...how can you be...better...than...me..."

"Me?" Alvin shouldered the two-handed sword and showed a bright smile on his face, as bright as the rising sun in the sky.

"Just a passing alchemist."

This answer made Foster's face twist into a terrifying expression.

"Monster... thing..." He slowly uttered the last words, and then the remaining madness in his eyes quickly dimmed, and soon became dim as if covered by a layer of clouds.

The huge, twisted and complex life force could not save him from the burning blow that tore him apart completely. The bright celestial flame wrapped around the two-handed giant sword used the positive energy contained in it to directly purify the cultist's soul that was polluted by the power of the evil god. The effect was more direct and brutal than holy water, and he no longer had the chance to transform into an evil spirit.

So, Foster was completely dead.

"..."

After turning Burning Justice back into a pendant, Alvin realized that his armor and most of his clothes were destroyed and couldn't help but show a helpless expression.

"This is a bit troublesome." said the ragged black-haired boy.

Considering that two more third-level monsters might appear at any time, Ivan, who had no time to clean up the battlefield and whose magic power was mostly exhausted, decisively put on the ring and got into the magic car. If he didn't do this, it would be difficult for him to get into this magic car with limited capacity.

However, under Diana's gaze as if she were looking at a rare beast, the ragged man couldn't help but blush slightly.

The short-haired girl rolled her eyes at him and threw the old coat that old Patton had prepared for the night drive to him, so that someone would not be as embarrassed as the Emperor who had fainted in the back seat.

"Thank you very much." Alvin said sincerely as he put on his coat, but he didn't realize that his clothes were now smoky and looked like Santa Claus just coming out of the chimney, which was full of comic effect.

"Hmph." Diana snorted softly, turned her head to look out the window, her shoulders couldn't help but tremble several times, she suppressed her smile and then stepped on the accelerator with an expressionless face and drove forward.

The rental magic car was driving fast on the street. The poorly maintained road surface in the downtown area caused the car body to shake slightly, and also made Conrad, who was in a drowsy state, gradually regain consciousness.

"You're awake." The moment he opened his eyes, he saw that the handsome black-haired boy looked like a beggar, but the look in his eyes was a little strange.

"We haven't reached Swan Castle yet. So, which gate are you planning to go to?" Ivan asked meaningfully.

As the home of the Carolingian royal family for generations, Neuschwanstein Castle has undergone numerous renovations over the past millennium, expanding its floor area several times over. The structure has also evolved from a defensive fortress to a complex royal garden encompassing manors, flower gardens, and other buildings.

There are many ways to enter it. In addition to the main entrance for nobles, there is also a vegetable and fruit passage for food and kitchen waste to be brought in and out of the kitchen, and a freight passage that leads directly to the warehouse.

All in all, it is a very large and complex building complex.

However, Conrad, with his blond hair, obviously couldn't answer this question.

"Which door? Of course..." Wait, who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

The confused young emperor suddenly slapped his head hard, and then he struggled to recall the memory of being kicked in the head.

Apart from the vicious assassin, the last scene in his mind was a pair of long, powerful white legs. By the way, it was really painful when that leg kicked someone, so painful that he couldn't even remember the specific scene.

The young emperor slumped in the back seat of the magic car rental, staring blankly at the big hole in the roof. Through the hole, he could even see the sunny blue sky outside.

"...My father has never hit me." He couldn't help but mutter.

"You don't care about that assassin at all?" Ivan raised his eyebrows and asked casually:

"There's nothing to ask, right? The fact that I can still open my eyes at this moment already proves that even if the opponent has not been defeated, at least you have managed to get rid of him." Having said that, Conrad couldn't help but look at the tall black-haired boy in front of him with a strange look.

"Although I know it's foolish to pry into other people's secrets, the fact that he can activate his soul power means he's at least a level three."

"So, I'm really curious about you..." After looking at Diana, who was obviously an ordinary person but had knocked a transcendent like him unconscious with a kick, Conrad reorganized his words and continued:

"How did you get rid of each other?"

Then he shrugged again.

"Of course, it's okay if you don't tell me. I'm just a little curious."

"How to get rid of the other party?" Alvin smiled.

"Send the cultists to see their master and we'll get rid of them forever."

“…” Conrad’s mouth slowly opened wider, and his chin approached the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although he had guessed a lot, he never expected this to be the most unbelievable answer.

A first-level player whose profession was unknown killed a third-level player in a head-on confrontation.

This is an extremely rare case in the thousands of years of known history of Palladio.

"Now that I think about it, that guy's swordsmanship is actually pretty good. Even standing on a high-speed moving vehicle, he can still launch an assassination through the roof."

Alvin rubbed his chin. Since he mentioned the battle just now, he simply did a post-battle review. This was a good habit he developed in the game.

If you think about it carefully, the strength of that Filthy Vanguard is actually not weak at all. The extraordinary class he chose is also much stronger than the ordinary class. The soul ability that can quickly form a positional advantage is also suitable for various combat situations such as single combat and group combat. The real reason why the opponent was defeated so quickly is actually a bit regrettable.

On the one hand, all the equipment on him has special attacks against evil spirits, and on the other hand, he is fully familiar with the job talents and skills that the other party claims to have mastered.

It's like an old hunter facing a cunning fox. No matter how the former uses tricks and schemes, the latter can always defeat the opponent with sufficient experience.

Of course, the more important reason is... he was cheating.

A cultist who only possesses some demonic characteristics, even if he has a high-level profession and masters superb swordsmanship, facing himself who has undergone the secrets of Elrond and awakened the blood of the Titan, ah, this is really an excessive experience.

Even without considering the 'power to reshape the world', ordinary swordsmanship would most likely be useless against a superhuman whose physical fitness far surpassed his own. After all, the opponent's swordsmanship had not yet reached the level that could be called extraordinary combat skills.

But then again, skills can indeed effectively improve output efficiency. Due to limited time in Elrond, he only corrected some common mistakes in his strength habits under the guidance of the black knight Ashram. Normally, he still relied on his excessive combat experience in the past in the Palladia game to swing the sword.