Star Forge Titan

"But, snap, damn it, crackle."

"If you have the guts, slap, slap, slap, slap your face!"

"Uh ...

"Face, snap, snap."

"God bless you!"

"You! Bang, no!"

……

At first, Karlbant was very tough and kept threatening and cursing Ivan.

But gradually, the voice of the Hell Vanguard Officer gradually became shrill, and the violent primitive magic power tore at its soul, changing, or rather, distorting its form.

Finally, the only sounds left in the closed laboratory of the workshop were intermittent pleas for mercy.

Looking at the stubborn and transformed spirit in his hand, Alvin raised his hand again with an expressionless face.

Now, what reached his ears was no longer curses and threats, but a sharp and urgent plea for mercy.

"Stop... stop... humans, we..." Karlbant, who was already bruised and battered in a sense, hesitated.

As a demon under Horril's command, he shouldn't have said the following words. But seeing the hand hovering in mid-air, wrapped in black magic, it was like a suspended guillotine blade, silently revealing a threat that was so unconcealed that it was blatant.

How could that kind of magic, magic of that quality, be controlled by humans!

I could tell at first glance that he was definitely not an ordinary mortal!

In spiritual terms, Karlbant's face was as red and swollen as a drum. At this moment, he was like a weak choir boy who was forced into a corner by eighteen fat priests. For a moment, he didn't dare to continue being stubborn.

"Talk... and..." A gritted teeth sound came out from between the devil's teeth.

Ultimate! Extreme! Insult! Humiliation!

Karlbant never thought that one day he would utter the word "peace talk", a pathetic line that is absolutely the ultimate insult to the demons of the Horril family.

But, but he has no other choice!!!

"Make peace?" Alvin raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, let's sign the contract."

As he spoke, Alvin took out the special paper and pen he had prepared long ago, unscrewed the pen cap, and began to write a long contract.

Before crossing over, although he had never studied law, there was a pure love lolita control guy in the game guild who was actually a lawyer in real life. That guy helped draft a series of contract templates suitable for various occasions, helping his guildmates avoid many potential problems.

At the same time, he also earned the nickname "The One Beyond the Devil" or "The Super Villain" from other guilds and local forces in Palladia.

Karlbant, who knew nothing about this, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was not as good at things like demonic contracts as those annoying guys living in another deep hell, he was confident that he was much more familiar with them than ordinary people.

So, after several decades, this cruel Terror Demon finally used his brain and tried to win back a position in the contract.

But he obviously overlooked the 'distorted' results that a certain group in another world had created after persistently exploiting loopholes countless times.

Moreover, the world of Palladia does not yet have a systematic contract law to effectively govern many contracts, including magic contracts.

and so……

When Alvin stopped writing and placed a thick stack of contracts in front of Karlbant, he saw the latter raise his head stiffly and look at him with eyes that were neither sad nor happy.

"You know those feathered guys?"

"Who? Oh, you mean the birdmen from Chuanbiantian? I don't know them." Ivan shrugged and added:

"At least not yet."

Looking at the other party's sincere eyes, Karlbant muttered to himself:

"That's right. Even among those birdmen, few can come up with a contract of this level."

After carefully browsing all the columns, the devil suddenly froze.

"If you completely disappear, I will be free."

"Yes, completely destroyed." Ivan nodded, emphasizing the premise of 'completely'.

"Okay, I'll sign." Karlbant couldn't wait to imprint part of his soul on the contract.

Although the other terms were so harsh that even the demons were shocked, based on this one alone, Karlbant felt that they were all acceptable.

Although it has now become the spiritual core of a soul-made weapon, as long as it is liberated, it still has a chance to turn back into a demon. After all, its soul has not been completely destroyed.

For an immortal spiritual being like Karlbant, how long could the life of a short-lived human be? Moreover, the intuition of the Terror Demon also made it intuitively realize that the young man in front of it would obviously not stay away from the battlefield, but would actively participate in many large-scale wars.

Even the Terror Demon, who was born on the battlefield, could not avoid dying on the battlefield, let alone a mere human.

"Aren't you moving too fast?" Alvin was stunned, but saw that the other party had already completed the signing.

"I declare again that the prerequisite is completely eliminated."

"Of course, the kind that includes the soul, right?" Karlbant said as if he was used to it.

"According to the detailed explanation in the appendix to the contract, to be precise..."

Ivan paused for a moment, and the indifferent expression on his face made the demon spirit in front of him tremble three times involuntarily.

"It is only when my will, my ideals, and even my legacy of thought disappear that it is considered completely gone."

“…” Karlbant looked at the other person in amazement.

"Since you're so straightforward, I don't have much to say."

Ivan took the contract and signed his name. Where his finger had been pressing, intentionally or not, was a line of small words written: 'The final right of interpretation of this contract belongs to Party A, Ivan Elian.'

The contract ignited without fire, and both parties felt as if there was something like a chain on their souls that was restraining them.

But in comparison, Karlbant seemed to be wrapped into a ball by countless steel cables and chains, while Ivan was probably only restrained by a cotton thread tied around his finger.

It was not until this moment that he took the time to study the various properties of this unnamed brass battle axe.

As a soul-made weapon, after absorbing all the souls of the demon Karlbant, the appearance of the brass battle axe changed again.

The originally uneven edge of the axe blade was now filled with neat, sharp, and fine serrations, and the skull relief extending from the handle to the axe face also had two more curved horns symbolizing the devil.

The biggest change was in the blood-red crystal embedded in the middle of the axe blade. At this moment, this soul crystal had completely turned into a dull amber color, with only a streak of red remaining in the middle that ran through the entire gem, so that from a distance it looked like a slightly squinted amber animal eye.

But Alvin knew that when the battle began, the gem would once again light up with a dazzling red light, just like a bloodshot eye suddenly opening.

As for weapon properties, the brass battle axe possessed a strength and sharpness far exceeding that of weapons of the same tier. Beyond this, aside from the common bloodletting properties of Terror Demon weapons, it lacked any other superfluous features.

To be honest, it has been a long time since Alvin saw a demon weapon that was so "honest".

The bleeding property will make it difficult for the wounds of the injured to heal. It may sound cruel and vicious, but compared with the Narvus demon who sprays vomit on his weapons, and the Serane demon who enchants his weapons with the curse of gender transformation, this brass battle axe is simply the "honest man" among demon weapons.

Of course, it didn't really stay completely quiet.

Ivan noticed, before he was 'convinced', that this axe had a hidden function that was quite dangerous for the user.

When the weapon's wielder throws the brass battle axe at an enemy and misses, the axe head spins and flies back at high speed, launching a silent, treacherous attack on the wielder.

Fortunately, after Ivan's simple and sincere effective "persuasion", this function has become an honest mode where the axe will automatically return to the hand after being thrown, even if there are one or two enemies in between.

If you tell it to fly back to your hand, it will fly back to your hand. It will never dare to fly around, scream, or wander off to other places.

Next, the biggest difference between this brass battle axe and ordinary weapons was this: when it entered combat mode, not only would the soul crystal embedded in its center "open," but the serrations along the edge of the axe blade would also rapidly spin like a chainsaw.

"Good man, are you still a chainsaw axe?" Ivan said in surprise:

"Chainsaw? What's that? I designed this to imitate the teeth of the Flesh Tearer, a subspecies of Hellhound." Karlbant answered honestly.

"Are you kidding? What animal has teeth like that?" Ivan retorted subconsciously:

"Yes, there is a special subspecies of hellhounds in the deep hell called Flesh Tearers. They have a mouthful of rotating teeth that can easily tear apart the flesh of their prey." After signing the contract, Karlbant answered every question.

"...No wonder that thing's bite is so damaging." Ivan suddenly realized:

"They've restored it to such detail. If I'd known earlier that the Guild Mage was dissecting a creature from Hell, I should have gone and watched."

"..." Karlbant's spirit trembled. Although it did not know the true identity of its new master, the word "dissection" was not unfamiliar to it. To be more precise, it was very familiar with it.

Damn it, no matter which organization the mages belong to, they are all perverts!

Karlbant silently roared in anger in his heart.

At this moment, it saw the black-haired boy looking down at itself.

At this moment, this soul core originating from the devil still maintains its ferocious appearance with sharp teeth and curved horns on its head.

"Change for me." Aiwen's face darkened and he said coldly:

"What?" Karlbant was stunned.

"Article 1,065 of the contract: When necessary, you need to disguise yourself as a demonic spirit." Alvin repeated a clause in the contract in a voice without any fluctuation.

"Uh, what's changing?" Karlband asked hesitantly.

"Just try it. As long as it's not scary, doesn't make children cry, and doesn't look like a demon, it's fine."

"..."

Karbant felt like he was being tricked. As a vanguard of the Terror Demon, his specialty was to bring endless terror to mortals! Not to become intimidating! Not to scare children to tears!

"Or you can come?" The demon, having already broken through his own bottom line, tried to ask:

"Okay." Ivan raised his hands wrapped in primitive magic and squeezed Karbant before he could refuse.

"Let me think about it. I remember when I was a kid playing with plasticine and learning how to make small animals from my kindergarten teacher."

"Wait, no, Noooooooooo"

After a series of loud bangs, Alvin raised his hand and wiped his forehead, which was not sweaty.

"It's done."

At this time, Kayang and Bryant, who had gone out to gather intelligence, just came back.

The necromancer who pushed the door open saw that the black-haired boy was holding a white-haired lamb that was only the size of a palm and stood up.

Kayon Paulus stood there in silence.

Then, he silently took out his dozing magical pet, the flying squirrel, from his pocket and held it high above his head.

"My peanut butter is the cutest!" the necromancer emphasized righteously:

"..."

Ivan looked at Karlbant, who was sitting obediently in his arms.

A "?" appeared above the heads of the black-haired boy and the demon who had transformed into a lamb.

Who can compare with you in this!?!

Chapter 159 High-Speed ​​Alchemy

"Yeah, I see."

Khayon nodded, and roughly understood what Ivan had experienced before from the summary condensed into a few sentences.

"Throw Lutetia into chaos?" The necromancer with messy hair like a bird's nest rolled his eyes and fell into thought. All kinds of bad ideas that emerged one after another were like a pool of black ink rolling in his stomach.

"Well, but their true purpose is still unknown. I'm not sure if these guys want to gain something by taking advantage of the chaos." Ivan said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"Perhaps, they don't want to gain anything." Ka Yang suddenly said:

"What do you mean?" Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he realized something.

Considering that only people of the same kind are most familiar with each other, it is quite normal if the genius idiot in front of him can figure out the cultists' ideas faster than himself.

"Deciding to do something because of profit is a normal idea." Khayang smiled coldly, revealing an expression of suppressed anger.

"But some people are born to enjoy watching the world burn. Those people may not have any complex motives. They simply want to see this city known as 'perfect' engulfed in an unquenchable sea of ​​fire."

The necromancer with messy hair slowly uttered creepy and cold words. It felt like being drenched from head to toe in a basin of ice water in the middle of winter. The bone-chilling cold rose from the heart and quickly spread throughout the body.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the demons over there. They don't do evil things to achieve any purpose."

"To be honest, it's true that I don't need any extra reason to jump into the battle. It just feels great and it allows me to practice the path guided by the great War Demon." Karlbant, who had been turned into a palm-sized white bleating sheep, answered without hesitation.

"...Damn chaotic evil." Alvin slapped his forehead and looked like he had a headache.

"This makes it even harder to predict their next course of action."