Star Forge Titan

"I'm imprisoned..." The roar suddenly stopped without any symptoms.

After a brief, breathtaking silence, a suspicious voice came from inside the stone gate.

"Well, how many years have I been imprisoned?"

Chapter 150: Old and Young Doubles

The material world knows very little about demons.

Based on the research of the masters over the years and the translation and interpretation of archaeological materials.

People only have a rough understanding of these creatures, which have a variety of strange appearances. However, their essence is spiritual creatures from other dimensions. After entering the material world, they need to rely on flesh and blood or other substances to have a real impact on the surrounding environment.

In addition, the strength of demons will fluctuate greatly due to many factors such as race and age, but due to their nature as spiritual creatures, they often possess one or two special abilities similar to the awakening souls of extraordinary people regardless of their own strength. This is one of the reasons why demons are particularly difficult to deal with.

Generally speaking, these invasive species from outside the material world are mostly dangerous and ferocious.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Accompanied by the crunching sound of flesh and bones being chewed, a confused voice came from behind the stone door that was pushed open a crack.

"Why can't I remember?" A wail mixed with anger and confusion pierced through the wall.

"What on earth can't I remember?!?"

Hearing this roar, Master Ian, who ran faster than any of the young men and was the first to arrive at the sealed place, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the insurance I set aside earlier worked." The old wizard said with a strange expression:

"What insurance?" Ivan, who followed closely behind, asked in surprise.

The Royal Society, the underground, the seal, the devil, these few elements combined have made him guess a lot of things.

"That's right..." Archmage Ian hesitated and pulled his beard awkwardly.

"Based on the demon's innate curse absorption characteristics, this research aims to create a spell that can transfer abnormal states through special curses."

"Please keep it simple." Alvin showed a headache. He was very familiar with the habit of these mages to complicate the naming of things and he hated it.

"To put it simply, in a previous experiment, I tried to temporarily transfer some of my negative conditions to this guy, but I didn't have time to observe the specific effects..."

As he spoke, the old wizard's expression became more and more subtle. He hadn't expected the effect of the experiment to be so... good.

"That is to say." Alvin cast an astonished gaze at the half-open tall stone door.

"That guy has Alzheimer's?"

"Hey, kid, who are you calling Alzheimer's?!" The great wizard blew his beard and glared at him, cursing:

As to why this old man and the young boy were the first to enter the sealed place, we have to start from a few minutes ago.

A few minutes ago, the people who were originally playing the Riddler and Riddler guessing game in the lounge were suddenly enveloped by a strong red light. It was the magic lamp above their heads that suddenly changed the color of the light.

What followed was an extremely sharp alarm. Alvin and the old wizard's expressions changed at the same time, but it was Diana who reacted faster than them. This short-haired girl, who was obviously just an ordinary person, suddenly stood up before the alarm sounded.

"Something has woken up!" Diana stared at a pattern on the carpet, as if she could use her bright red eyes to directly see a presence far away underground.

"Ah?" Knight Galar showed a look of astonishment. After witnessing the conversation between the Archmage and Ivan, he hid aside and drank coffee, trying hard to pretend that he did not exist.

Diana did not answer the square-faced knight's question, because the alarm that sounded immediately afterwards confirmed her words.

Hearing the alarm, Master Alvin and Master Ian both showed expressions of surprise. They understood what the alarm meant better than anyone else present.

Master Ian looked at Diana deeply, his gaze lingering in those rare red eyes. Then, he said to Ivan in a meaningful tone:

"It seems your teammates are not just simple substitutes."

Candidates refer to people like mage apprentices who have not yet become extraordinary people but have already started learning in this area.

"Respected Grand Master, this is not the time to talk about this, right?" Ivan's expression remained unchanged, but the doubts in his heart grew more and more.

An emergency that would cause the inner hall to sound an alarm would obviously not be a farce-level accident like an alchemist burning a pot.

Considering the ongoing controversy surrounding the assassination of the emperor and the recent attack on the contestants, it seems that someone or some force is attempting to plunge Lutetia, known as the Perfect City, into chaos.

Are they the cultists of Nurul's faith? Or are there other forces involved?

Many thoughts flashed through Alvin's mind, but he quickly suppressed all these complicated thoughts.

At this moment, the most important thing is to find out the reason for the alarm and then decide how to stage a strong intervention to the passing alchemist.

As for why he wanted to get involved in this matter that had nothing to do with him, the reason was actually very simple, even crude. Although Ivan was still unclear about what the Nuresian cultists wanted to do, it did not stop him from interfering with their actions.

As long as it is something the enemy wants to do, we cannot let them succeed, regardless of whether it is something the enemy wants us to think they want to do.

The Riddler and the Lasagna must both die! Feed the Riddler the Lasagna!

While I was thinking, my body had already taken action.

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and Ivan immediately stood in front of Diana, who was still staring at the ground. However, the person who came was not an attacker, but a member of the Royal Society wearing a white robe and looking very ordinary.

"President! Someone sneaked into the sealed place and finally the lock was released!" The visitor shouted anxiously.

"Calm down." Even after hearing such news, Master Ian remained calm.

After the initial shock, the old wizard ordered his subordinates to calm down and let them continue to notify other departments.

Then, the old wizard with white beard and white hair turned around and apologized to Ivan and the others:

"I'm sorry. I wanted to have a good chat with you about the research on the ancient empire, but now I have to leave."

Then, as the president of the Royal Society, he instructed Galar:

"Gallard Knight, I hope you can take these two guests to safety."

"I understand, but Lord Ian, does the society really not need my help?" Galar took the initiative to make this request. As a third-level transcendent, he still had some confidence in his own strength.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not so old that I can't lift the staff." Master Ian laughed heroically, raised his hand to open up space, and pulled out an iron-gray staff more than one meter tall from a distance.

Just as the old wizard was waving the heavy mithril alloy steel staff with only one hand, making a whirring sound.

Alvin was telling Diana to go to shelter first.

"Aren't you going?" the short-haired girl frowned and asked:

"I have something to confirm." Ivan replied casually:

After staring at him with wide eyes for a while, Diana suddenly sighed.

She knew that as an ordinary person, she could not be of much help in such an emergency involving supernatural powers, and being too aggressive would only become a burden to others.

The girl clenched her fingers tightly, then reluctantly loosened them.

"I understand."

"..." Alvin seemed to realize something and raised his hand to pat his teammate on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's just now." His tone was not gentle and he didn't say anything high-sounding, but it was calm as if it was a matter of course.

But it was this meaningless sentence that made Diana's frown relax a little.

"Well, only now." Diana nodded and repeated the other person's words, then walked out of the lounge first.

Her steps were neither fast nor slow, and very calm, revealing a confidence that came with her. Even Galar, a third-level transcendent, couldn't help but fall half a step behind.

"Aren't you going to seek refuge?" Looking at Ivan who was still standing there, Master Ian asked calmly:

Relying on his life experience, the old wizard easily guessed that the black-haired boy in front of him had something else to say, and that it was something that was not suitable for others to hear.

At the same time, although the alarm was still ringing in his ears, he could still wait for just a few words. This was the pride of a crown wizard.

"As I said just now, I have something to confirm." Alvin said as he moved his hands and feet.

"Is that all?" Master Ian smiled and waited quietly for the other party's next words.

"That's all." As he said that, Alvin turned to look at the archmage, his eyes already lighting up with a scorching light like melted gold.

"These eyes... Covenant Maker, you are actually the Covenant Maker of God." Witnessing this unexpected scene, even the battle-hardened and knowledgeable wizard was no longer calm.

He couldn't help but pull at his long white beard, and only after feeling the stinging pain on his chin did he reveal an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is truly a completely unexpected development."

"Please keep this a secret for me, because I suspect someone is secretly plotting a conspiracy that could threaten the entire city." Ivan said half-truthfully.

The identity of the covenant maker was the point of intervention he chose after careful consideration. Considering the belief in the true gods and the actual alliance between the upper planes and the countries in the material world, this identity was very important even in a small scope.

Even if it is exposed, it will not affect subsequent actions too much.

"As long as you live long enough, you will indeed see rare people or things, even the kind described in legends." The old wizard muttered like an old child.

Then, he tucked the heavy mithril alloy steel staff under his armpit like a briefcase, and extended a hand covered with scars and wrinkles to Ivan.

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Contractor."

"It's my duty." Alvin stretched out his hand and shook hands with the old wizard. Feeling each other's strength, both of them smiled with satisfaction.

Then, the old wizard kicked open the door of the lounge. His robe expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his bulging muscles stretched the fabric so tight that it was like a tights.

"Next, let's go kick that demon cub's ass!"

Chapter 151: Primal Spell

"The deceived."

Looking at the tall stone gate, Master Ian whispered a name that sounded familiar to Alvin.

In addition, there are the two key words "sealed" and "devil", as well as the geographical location of the Linde National Library.

As an old player, the black-haired boy still didn't understand who the guy who kept muttering strange words behind the stone gate was.

However, after hearing words like "Who am I?" "Who is me?" "What am I going to do?" "Why is this thing so boring?" "Oh, General Red, I really want to fight someone! Wait, who is General Red?", Alvin's guess was greatly shaken.

Because, compared to 'the deceived', this title sounds like it is used to describe a fool or an idiot.

The owner of the name in Ivan's memory has titles such as "Bloody Wings", "Brass Beheader", and "Three-Headed Dog Shepherd". His own strength exceeds that of a fourth-level extraordinary person, and he is a terrifying existence with special and powerful demonic abilities.

Yes, it was a spiritual being from beyond the material world, a terrifying and brutal demon.

He is loyal to the War Lord and is a bloody vanguard under the command of General Red - the Great Demon Karlbant!

By the way, what impressed Alvin the most was this guy's drop list.

He remembered very clearly that the name of this high-level demon's most beloved treasure was clearly written at the top of the drop list.

You have to know that this was a treasure that took (literally) a dozen Hellsmiths, even a portion of their own demonic soul essence, and relied on the endless red soul fire rising from the chaotic furnace at the center of the deep hell "Slaughter Sky" to forge for a full hundred years to complete.

"The deceived..."

Recalling the above content, Alvin couldn't help but repeat the title that Master Ian had just mentioned with a strange expression.

"Why is he called the deceived?" The tall, black-haired boy couldn't help but ask:

"Because it was deceived." The old wizard twitched his lips.

Although he knew that the current occasion was extremely inappropriate, he still couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As a result, an especially strange expression appeared on that wrinkled old face.

"I have to admit that this guy was very difficult to deal with when he first came to the material world. Without the help of the demon hunting experts in the Temple of Knowledge, the school paid a considerable price to weaken him." At this point, the old wizard couldn't help but hold his forehead, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, his expression becoming somewhat proud and a little embarrassed.

"However, the final method of sealing it was somewhat..."

The old wizard pondered for a moment and whispered an adjective.

"shameful."

"This voice... I-en-!"

A doubtful voice first came from behind the door, and then, like two hundred pounds of explosives being ignited, the voice instantly turned into a furious roar that ignited even the air.

“……('?_?`)” Alvin turned his head and looked at the old wizard beside him.

"Even with Alzheimer's, I haven't forgotten your name. I'm really curious about what you did with it back then."

"Hey, now is not the time to talk about this! The guy behind the door is not an ordinary experimental animal that escaped accidentally. I did that back then... Anyway, be serious! The devil is about to rush out!" Ian's expression became serious, and even his wrinkled and old facial features became sharp.

If that's the case, why not just kill this guy right away? At the very least, make the seal tighter.

Ivan shrugged and muttered silently:

As if he could read his thoughts from the other person's expression, Ian sighed, stared at the stone door from which heavy footsteps continued to be heard, and complained helplessly:

"That being said, because it's been sealed for so many years, the high-level mages in the academy are used to using it for experiments, so the unsealing measures are naturally more convenient."