Star Forge Titan

"Sly little mouse, you can't escape now!" The other party made a hateful sound as if he wanted to chew the person in front of him to pieces with his teeth.

But when Ivan heard this, he couldn't help but frowned, then raised his finger to scratch his ear, and asked with a little confusion:

"Who are you?"

In an instant, the scene fell into silence.

Then, the man and the shadow behind him roared in anger at the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Chapter 140 Use this

Along with the roar that did not sound like a human voice, Alvin saw three magic eyes emitting a blood-red halo light up on the face of the figure in front of him.

Two of the three magic eyes were normally distributed on the stranger's face, but the third one, filled with bloodshot, was embedded parallel to the right eye. The irregularly distributed blood-red magic eyes were like the gaze of a devil, quickly releasing extremely strong magical pressure in all directions.

The magical pressure brought about a strong wind, blowing out the few street lights in the lower city.

A third-level transcendent.

Alvin made a quick judgment in his mind. He would not take lightly this strong man who had awakened his soul power, even though he had mastered a lot of cheating skills.

After all, soul abilities vary greatly, and when one is unaware of relevant information, a qualified transcendent should be cautious.

The same thing happened to Khayon beside him, but since no weapons could be brought to the palace dinner, the necromancer did not carry two dueling wands, one black and one white, as usual.

This was not normal for Khayon, who was overly cautious by nature.

You should know that the bonus a staff provides to the spells cast by an ordinary spellcaster is like a weapon to a warrior.

For example, if a mage casting a spell with his bare hands is like a professional baseball player throwing a high-speed ball, which is powerful enough to break the bones of the person hit, then a mage casting a spell with a duel staff is similar to an ordinary person picking up a pistol and shooting. A two-handed staff like a long staff is even more like a rifle or assault rifle.

As for the Mage Tower's comparison target, it is probably missiles or something like that. After all, in a sense, the Mage Tower can also be seen as something like a super-giant multifunctional intelligent staff.

Of course, the situation will be different after being promoted to a high-level mage.

This is a bit off topic, but it is not normal for Khayon to not carry a staff.

Therefore, when he "planed" out a mini wand that looked like an ordinary dueling wand with half of its body sawed off from the thick messy hair fixed with a lot of hairspray, Alvin did not show any surprise at all.

In response to this, the black-haired boy simply asked casually;

"When did you make the folding knife staff?"

"It's just a little gadget I made when I was bored in the workshop." Khayang said it lightly.

The so-called folding knife staff is a staff that abandons versatility and compresses the size of the staff, and only provides spellcasting bonuses on individual spell categories.

Under normal circumstances, a dueling wand can already meet the portability requirements of ordinary wizards, so the use of this kind of wand is mostly not so upright, and is often only chosen by spellcasters performing spy-type work.

The folding knife staff looks just like its name, like a small knife folded in half, so it can be hidden on the body very secretly.

But with someone like Kayang hiding in thick hair covered with thick hair wax, even a traveler from another world like Ivan who has seen all kinds of fancy moves in the game can only sigh, "You are worthy of it."

By the way, judging from the magical glow emanating from the folding knife staff at this moment, the hair wax this guy used must have been mixed with additives that can hide the magical glow.

The unidentified visitor was obviously extremely angry about the two men's seemingly relaxed appearance.

With breathtaking majesty, he took a step forward, and the long-handled staff in his right hand emanated a dark green magical glow.

"Tell me! Who killed my brother!?!" The voice of the visitor sounded very hoarse and extremely harsh, like two pieces of rotten metal rubbing against each other.

"..." Hearing the other party's question, Alvin was stunned for a moment and then showed an unpretentious expression of doubt.

"Who?"

"Answer the question!" the man roared like a madman.

"I mean, who is your brother?" Ivan added patiently:

This answer seemed to be beyond the other party's expectations. Even though he was furious, he couldn't help but remain silent for a moment.

"Don't play dumb! Weren't you the ones who rescued Emperor Linde last time? Tell me, who killed my brother then? Was it the Emperor's secret guards or some extraordinary person from some other faction in Linde?"

The man who came was none other than Selder, the second of the three brothers who had failed to assassinate Conrad before. The chaos at the dinner was also part of their plan. However, the real target of this group of cultists this time was not the emperor himself, but the contestants who came to the dinner.

The evil individuals lurking in the shadows sprang into action, targeting various players and sneaking into the night with assassins. Having recognized the rental car, Sayer took the initiative to attack Ivan and the others. Besides his mission, his other purpose was to extract information about his brother's killer.

"Black-haired boy, you must have been there, don't tell me you didn't know!"

Despite the other party's aggressiveness, the expression on Ivan's face remained calm and peaceful.

At this moment, he even wanted to scratch his head.

"Ahem, if that's just this question, then the answer is actually not as complicated as you think." The black-haired boy coughed.

"There are no Royal Secret Guards or extraordinary people from other forces." Ivan paused, then continued in a very sincere tone:

"I did it."

This honest answer only made Saild even angrier.

"lie!"

"How could a low-level person who hasn't even reached the second level kill my brother! He is the one favored by the loving Holy Father!" Selde's face, which was illuminated by the light of the staff and turned pale green, was extremely distorted.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" His emotions became extremely unstable.

"What a loss of composure." Khayon's mouth curled up slightly to reveal a mocking smile.

"As a mage, you let your anger get the better of you. Shame on you. You should stop being a mage."

"My friend, I must correct you on one point." Ivan raised his index finger and shook it.

"Where do the cultists get their brains from?"

"Oh, yes!" Khayon immediately showed an expression of sudden realization, and then said to Sayed with an extremely sincere apology.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge you by normal people's standards."

"Die!"

Selde roared, and his left hand, which was not holding the staff, suddenly swelled up. In a short period of time, the muscles quickly twisted and deformed, gathering into a flesh and blood tentacle as thick as the tentacles of the Kraken, and immediately smashed down with a whistling sound.

He is indeed a spellcaster who excels at twisting spells, but after absorbing and devouring his brother's flesh and blood due to his blood relationship, he also possesses a strong body comparable to that of a warrior, as well as special spells to exert his body's strength.

The tentacles were like collapsed pillars, smashing a deep gully in the ground. As gravel flew everywhere, Ivan and Khayon had already left their previous positions.

The necromancer, who had been prepared, completed the spell quickly and silently. At the same time as the opponent launched an attack, a dark purple chain of negative energy shot out from the end of the folding knife staff.

The other end of this physical chain, which was made entirely of magic, was connected to the roof of the nearby building. Then, like a fishing line being pulled hard, it dragged the necromancer's thin body diagonally to a safe place.

On the other hand, Alvin's reaction was simpler.

The swift and ferocious tentacle of Sayre slapped against his golden eyes, almost too slowly to be laughable. The only reason he didn't choose to raise his hand to catch it was probably the slippery and disgusting slime and blood on the tentacle's surface.

The black-haired boy dodged the attack and found himself temporarily defenseless, looking around.

The next moment, he grasped the heavy metal street lamp post beside him with one hand.

With the sharp sound of metal twisting, the screws fixing the pillar flew everywhere. Ivan lifted up the nearly seven-meter-long street lamp pillar with ease, just like bending over to pull out a toothpick stuck in the ground.

The friction between the end of the metal column and the outer wall of the building produced a burst of sparks, which also ignited the remaining combustible gas in the gas lamp on top, causing the makeshift weapon in Ivan's hand to be illuminated by the fire for a moment.

The fleeting light echoed with the golden light shining in the boy's eyes.

"I still have things to do, so it's better if we don't waste each other's time."

The black-haired boy smiled as he carried the lamppost with a residual flame still burning at the end on his shoulder.

"It's decided. I'm going to use this thing to pierce your heart."

In response, he was met with a dark green beam of magic power filled with blasphemy and the terrifying sound of the demon engine's teeth gritting and colliding.

Chapter 141: Toxic Supercharge

Compared to the senior warrior who served as the Vanguard of Filth, the attack method of the mage in front of him who also believed in Narnus seemed much weirder.

The dark green beam of light hit the ground, and the originally solid bricks and stones suddenly appeared with countless holes, as if they had endured thousands of years of weathering and erosion.

At the same time, the deformed tentacle that had previously returned without success also struck sideways. A sticky liquid, the substance of which was unknown, spilled onto the ground. Even the solid stone bricks were corroded by the foul liquid, emitting bursts of white smoke.

Obviously, madness did not make the blessing of Nurulence leave Sayld. Instead, the loss of part of his self made him more and more integrated with the evil god belief entrenched in his mind.

Ivan, who had dodged the enemy's attack, was suddenly hit by another spell with an explosive sound. He had no way to dodge it because it was a defensive spell - Death Armor - that Khayon had released after predicting his actions very well in advance.

This gave Ivan an extra layer of protection without him having to do any unnecessary movements, but it also showed that if Khayon released an attack spell, it would be difficult for the targeted person to dodge his attack.

Although the Death Armor improved by Khayon still maintains its offensive and defensive characteristics, it is much quieter than the fixed spell model.

However, the fact that he used necromancy in front of outsiders already said a lot.

You know, in places other than Elrond, necromancy is a taboo spell that is strictly suppressed, and this guy usually plays the role of a wild wizard who only knows two or three crappy spells.

It was in this unspoken way that Khayon reminded Ivan that the person standing before him was a dangerous enemy who needed to be taken seriously.

"It seems that I have to eliminate you completely." The black-haired boy who was carrying the lamppost sighed, looking somewhat helpless.

Noticing that the spell released by the other party was a forbidden spell, even Selde, who was blinded by anger, was stunned.

But before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in the thick tentacles that were formed from his deformed limbs.

The black-haired boy who was standing in the distance just now had disappeared at some point, and when he reappeared, he had already completed an attack.

The nearly seven-meter-long street lamp pole sank deeply into the middle of the thick tentacle, fixing it firmly to the ground like a steel nail. Blood mixed with corrosive liquid flowed everywhere, and traces of rust quickly spread on the surface of the metal street lamp pole.

Feeling the mounting pressure of death, the rage boiling in Sayde's mind was finally suppressed a little.

It seemed that for a moment, the calmness and wisdom that belonged to the mage were about to return to him.

The fallen wizard who believed in the evil god opened his mouth to say something, but Alvin was not the kind of person who would give his opponent a chance to turn the tables.

"I got you." A voice as cold and merciless as the winter wind approached rapidly.

When the enemy's tentacles were pierced and fixed by the lamppost, making it temporarily unable to move, the tall figure of the black-haired boy passed over the earth like the shadow of an eagle flying quickly, crossing more than ten meters in a very short time, shortening the distance between the two sides to within the reach of attack.

The three irregularly distributed blood-red devil eyes on Sayld's face widened at the same time, but he only had time to see the dazzling devil light bursting out from the death armor.

Khayon perfectly transformed the protective magic released on Ivan into a close-range directional magic blast accompanied by strong light.

At the same time, Ivan's fist blasted towards the enemy's chest like a cannonball!

The two attacks were launched at the same time with tacit coordination. As a third-level spellcaster, the magic armor that Selde always had on his body was broken by the magic explosion. There was almost no time interval before his body was knocked off the ground by the huge force that followed, and his feet were forced to bend like shrimps cooked in a pot.

There was a bulge on Sayld's back, and the destructive force of his punches made him spit out dirty blood mixed with internal organ fragments like a fountain.

The astonishment that flashed across the other person's eyes seemed to be questioning him, why he did not use the lamppost to aim at his heart to attack him, as he had just said.

But then, Alvin heard a word suddenly come out of the mouth of the fallen wizard who was nearly killed by his punch.

"The smoke of plague and death."

His fighting instinct made him quickly dodge back, and the next moment, extremely thick dark green smoke rose and spread behind Sayld.

That was not the result of any blasphemous spell, but a super-spiritual doppelganger created with soul energy!

"Skip the chant, be careful! This guy's soul ability is more proficient than the ordinary third-level!" Khayon's warning sounded above his head, and the young necromancer saw something with his eyes that were far more experienced than most of his peers.

Alvin also has a maturity that is different from that of young people. He knows very well that the clash of soul powers is first and foremost a clash of information.

Although the initial form of most soul abilities is human, some will change into other appearances when attacking, just like the cloud of smoke that is now obscuring Sayer's figure.

Judging from the name alone, the opponent's ability should be some kind of poisonous smoke that is highly toxic or pathogenic.

This wide-area attack soul ability has an excellent killing effect on the battlefield, and can also play a huge advantage in creating a favorable environment in small-scale battles.

However, the method used was different from what Ivan was familiar with. Sayid didn't forcefully drag his severely injured body to spread the smoke of the plague. Instead, he controlled the demonic engine that hadn't had time to activate, suddenly opening its disguised maw and swallowing himself and the super spirit he had just released!

This unexpected operation made Ivan and Kayang alert.

Then, they saw that the demon engine disguised as a magic car began to change drastically.

Before Khayon could release his attack spells, the flesh and blood under the disguise of the metal body twitched and deformed into limbs with sharp claws, and the whole thing turned from a disguised magic car into an ugly humanoid flesh weapon covered with solid steel armor.

Sayld's body was wrapped in the flesh and blood of the demon engine and protected in the torso of the humanoid weapon. The magic engine that originally integrated flesh and blood with the mechanical structure also moved to the back position where it was not easily attacked. Several exhaust pipes standing high on both sides continuously spewed out dark green smoke.

At this moment, the super spirit body generated after the awakening of soul power is entrenched in the high temperature and high pressure burning chamber of the magic engine.

Because of the limited space, the large amount of poisonous smoke that constitutes the super spirit body is compressed and redirected to increase the pressure inside the combustion chamber, and in this way, the power of the magic engine is increased to a level beyond the theoretical limit.

At the same time, it also spewed poisonous smoke out from the exhaust outlet of the alchemical waste gas, creating a highly toxic environment that was beneficial to itself around the flesh and blood weapons.

"This is a truly surprising way to use a super spirit," Ivan exclaimed sincerely.