Star Forge Titan

but……

What’s going on!?!

Why is that guy's axe so heavy!?!

Sert roared wildly in his heart, but the constantly spinning axe was still pressing down on his head, and even kept pressing down, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to stop it!

about there……

Looking at the sweat-soaked Priest Sett, Alvin made this judgment in his heart.

From the moment the battle began, he had stared intently at the opponent, yet he saw no trace of demonic aura ignited by his divinely gifted eagle eyes. Clearly, the opponent's camouflage was extremely high, capable of deceiving even most divine arts users to a certain degree.

In this regard, Alvin's idea is very simple and clear.

No matter how clever the disguise is, it will be meaningless if the disguiser's head is chopped off! Unless he is unwilling to reveal his identity even if he dies.

To be honest, when he dragged his enemy into the wrestling match, to a certain extent, it had already foreshadowed the inevitable occurrence of the scene before him.

Come, let me know your dark little secret.

The rotating chainsaw axe almost touched Sett's forehead, and the bangs of hair cut off by the chainsaw fluttered in the noisy wind.

Sert's eyes hardened. He took a deep breath and blew it out forcefully. On the surface, nothing changed, but a venomous mist, powerful enough to kill a giant beast, quietly drifted out.

Without revealing his identity, this was the best solution Sert could come up with. He planned to poison the victim to death or knock him unconscious, then fake a fatal wound with a hammer.

Just wait! I'm going to smash your head in with this hammer!

After several seconds, the young man, who had been thinking about how to destroy the body to eliminate the signs of poisoning the enemy, suddenly reacted.

How come he's okay again? Finally, Sert's expression changed.

"Stinky brother, how long have you not brushed your teeth?" Beneath the skull mask, a look of astonishment appeared on Ivan's face.

The Elrond Transformation Ritual, designed to mimic interstellar demigod warriors, made him nearly immune to most toxins. The poisonous mist from his mouth, capable of killing a giant beast, had now been broken down into harmless nutrients or useless metabolic waste.

To be honest, apart from the smell, Alvin hardly felt any impact.

He even put more strength into the Axe of Annihilation with great energy.

Wait, this guy won’t be killed by me like this, right?

Could it be that I am actually reducing my competitors in advance?

Please, you are the future three-headed plague demon general, right?

Don't make me feel guilty!!!

Chapter 166: Corrupted Soul Spider

I was totally looked down upon!

The chainsaw axe was spinning at high speed right in front of me, and the sparks that landed on my skin brought a subtle burning pain.

Hearing the sneer coming from behind the metal skull mask, Sert clearly felt the other party's undisguised contempt.

Faced with such a direct insult, even the believers of Nurul, who were forced to embrace the universal love of the loving father in extreme despair, could not help but feel the growing flames of anger in their hearts.

But the young priest quickly suppressed his anger. He knew that what he needed now was not anger but calmness. Only by being calm enough could he escape from the current predicament.

Otherwise, he would either have his true identity exposed, or be beheaded by this evil demon with the buzzing and terrifying chainsaw axe, whose weapons were like those of a Terrorist believer, whose battle cries were like those of a Terrorist believer, and whose equipment was so uniform that no one would believe it if it was not a Terrorist believer.

As for Alvin, he never cared.

Anyway, even if the priest in front of him is not the future three-headed plague demon general, he is definitely someone who has connections with foreign forces.

In the era of the rise of nations, anyone associated with the Outlands, even if not a believer in the four most powerful evil gods, was at least not a true priest. As for the methods used by the other party to temporarily withhold their true identity to ensure the continued use of their priestly abilities, that was not his concern.

Moreover, this itself also indicates that his identity may be related to the Four Evil Gods.

After all, even in an era when the righteous gods reduced their activities and communication with the temple was no longer frequent, it would definitely not be an ordinary outsider who could achieve this.

Small forces like interstellar merchants and foreign explorers, to put it bluntly, are not worthy.

So, without any extra thinking, Alvin increased the strength in his hand and pressed down hard with the roaring and roaring Axe of Annihilation.

This time, the high-speed rotating chainsaw on the axe blade cut off more than just a few strands of bangs.

"Hmmm!" Sert, whose face was as gloomy as water just a second ago, immediately let out a scream.

The chainsaw was like the fangs of a wild beast, tearing off a piece of bloody flesh from his face!

The handsome young priest who had been praised by mature women at the Lutetia aristocratic ball now looked like a devil from hell with only half of his face left. It was likely that he would find it difficult to receive praise and favor from the opposite sex in the future.

At this point, Priest Sett, who dared not hesitate any longer, let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and two pairs of extremely unnatural pupils suddenly opened on his forehead. The bloodshot eyeballs seemed to be spinning around randomly as if out of control.

In just one second, Priest Set brought all the living witnesses around him into view.

He seemed to have a map in his mind, accurately marking the reactions of all life around him except himself and the "evil demon" in front of him.

For a thousandth of a second, he was actually somewhat thankful for the enemy who released fog to shield the surrounding environment, which greatly reduced the number of witnesses who saw the battle between the two sides.

Then, stimulated by the severe pain, the young priest actually pushed the chainsaw axe, which seemed as unshakable as cast steel or iron, a little bit, and a twisted and crazy smile appeared on the remaining half of his face, and the already swollen muscles all over his body mutated further.

Stab! Stab!

The originally well-fitting white priest robe was torn from the inside, and the twisted muscles of the high-level warrior, the Filthy Vanguard, expanded rapidly.

The tattered white robe was stained with blood, and the crimson flesh expanded violently, even the skin on the surface was cracked. The broken skin peeled off piece by piece, and the flesh underneath continued to deform endlessly.

Even the sturdy chain mail riveted together with metal rings broke into pieces under the terrifying force generated by the twisted growth of flesh!

The flying iron ring fragments even penetrated the solid brick wall, comparable to the crossbow arrows fired from a powerful crossbow.

"Die!" A shrill roar came from the throat of the priest Set, who no longer looked like a human.

Hundreds of tentacles with sharp keratin at the ends, like a Spartan phalanx thrusting out spears at the same time, stabbed rapidly in all directions with a whistling sound!

Ivan, who had been pushed away before, punched the ground. The soil and stones turned into a solid rock wall under the influence of the dark golden power of [Reshaping the World], blocking all the energy that was stabbing in this direction.

But others were not so lucky. An ordinary staff member who had survived the red 'devil' attack just now had now suffered the largest number of casualties since the outbreak of this accident.

One by one, their bodies were pierced by the sharp tentacles. Even if they hid behind temporary shelters like walls or carriages, they would be pierced through along with the shelter. The rock wall created by Ivan only saved a dozen people, but the rest all became victims of the tentacles.

Immediately afterwards, at the ends of the tentacles that pierce the human body, the sharp, hollow, conical cuticles quickly secrete a large amount of digestive fluid.

Some of those who were still alive immediately let out screams that tore their vocal cords. Their bodies twitched violently, their facial features twisted into horrible shapes, the flesh under their skin collapsed piece by piece, and the whole person slowly fell down as if their bones had been pulled out, until they became a bag wrapped in human skin and filled with flesh and blood.

Then, these swollen skin sacs shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Using the tentacles as channels, the thick juice composed of various human tissues mixed with blood in the skin was quickly absorbed as nutrients by the Sett priest who had consumed a lot of physical energy.

Besides, even their souls were being cruelly sucked away amidst their wailing.

The current Sert is definitely not worthy of being called a priest. Except for the half of his face that still retains the human form, his body has completely transformed into a terrifying demonic appearance.

The 'gift' from Nurul' allowed this crazy cultist to manipulate his own flesh and blood at will. Now his body was a horrible mixture of vines but with flesh color.

On the surface of those thick tentacles, one can see blurry human faces, which are the souls of the victims who are bound and oppressed.

At this moment, they are experiencing unimaginable terrible torture, and will eventually degenerate and corrupt into crazy evil spirits who believe in Nurulence in this desperate hell, and be further manipulated by the murderer.

"Corrupted Soul Spider..." Alvin gritted his teeth and read out the name of this evil species.

He is now completely certain that the other party is the future three-headed plague demon general.

Because the demons under Narwhal who like to absorb and bind the souls of their victims the most are the Soul-Corrupted Spiders and their subsequent derivative evolutionary species.

Although the future three-headed plague demon will be transformed into a great demon due to the complete demon ascension ceremony, its original race is also one of them, and it is the highest level one.

Initially, the Soul-Corrupting Spider needed to use its tentacles to absorb flesh and blood and imprison souls.

After completing repeated demonic evolutions, this kind of demon can even use the plague as a medium to weave an invisible web, binding the souls of all the dead in a large area around it in place, and then swallowing them one by one like a spider weaving a web, torturing and transforming them.

Therefore, they also have another terrifying nickname - Wormbelly Hell, which means that the spider's belly is transformed into hell, torturing the souls swallowed into it.

After Sett quickly absorbed a large amount of flesh and blood, the hundreds of tentacles suddenly retracted inward with itself as the center.

"hateful!"

Alvin roared and threw the Axe of Annihilation in his hand forward.

The axe blade automatically flashed a red light, and Karlbant controlled the axe to speed up its rotation in the air, and made the chainsaw blade rotate three times faster!

But the battle axe, which spun in the air, only had time to cut off a dozen of them, and most of the tentacles were retracted to Sett.

Then, this terrifying demon began to transform into the next stage.

In less than a few seconds, a large number of tentacles creaked and twisted together, turning into eight slender and sharp limbs, supporting the torso that expanded into a circle and connected to a large number of tentacles.

Although the diameter of these limbs is only slightly thicker than that of an ordinary person, Alvin knows that the power contained in them is far beyond the reach of human limbs with muscle structure. It is like a tightly twisted steel wire or a long whip made of sturdy leather strips, which can unleash unimaginable power.

"Ha~"

With only half of his face left, Sert's head was now embedded in a mass of extremely solid muscle tissue, just like half of a stone human face mask carved on the wall, hideous and weird.

"You actually made me give up such an important identity. You must die!"

The originally cool and handsome young priest now had a half-meter-long tongue sticking out, and the sharp teeth caused by the deformation made his speech a little unclear, but this guy still continued to make crazy roars.

"..." Alvin's eyes swept over the victim's shriveled and withered body with complicated expressions.

Unlike the data in the game that can be repeated, the real and dripping blood always makes people feel unbearable to look at.

But ordinary people will choose to avoid the blood, while those with courage will force themselves to face its existence, and then change it! Change the current state of the world that they think is not right!

A cold voice instantly drowned out the demon's roar.

"I should be the one to say this."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of spinning chainsaws in the air became louder and louder.

Wearing heavy armor of a terrifying shape and a skull helmet with curved horns pointing skyward, the terrifying red-armored warrior took a sudden step forward.

Under the armor of despair, the tall black-haired boy's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and the golden halo around his pupils radiated violently outwards.

Then he swung his right arm violently.

Then, a sharp whistling sound of the air being torn apart was heard in the wind, as if a tornado rose from the spot, and the huge battle axe carved with a demon head drew an arc of destruction.

Snap, the Axe of Annihilation returned accurately to the five fingers stretched out under the sharp armor and was tightly grasped.

"Die, you evil heretic!"

Chapter 167: Beheading Axe

Whoosh!

There was a sharp sound in my ears, like an arrow breaking through the air.

What was faster than the sound were two strong tentacles that rapidly contracted and then shot out!

The tentacles at the end were cone-shaped, tough, and horny, like two lightning-fast spears, stabbing at Ivan from the front.

Their speed even exceeds the speed of sound, and their horny ends leave behind a series of inconsistent ring-shaped shock clouds.

but--

"I'm really being looked down upon!"

A deep voice filled with suppressed anger came from behind the skull mask.

"Even the heads of demon princes, I've chopped off countless of them! A mere Corrupted Soul Spider... Die!"

A sinister grin emerged, and the spinning and roaring chainsaw axe smashed into the ground. The increasingly violent force caused by his rage created a strong wind out of nowhere.

Using the air as a medium, invisible shockwaves suddenly spread in all directions. The crushing impact of gravel and sheer force caused the forward-piercing tentacles to bend backward at a sharp angle, causing a look of horror to appear on the remaining half of Sett's face.

"With this level of power, who the hell are you!?!"

"Who am I?" This time the voice returned to the previous harmony of multiple tones.

Ivan didn't say anything, and this time it was Karlbant who gave the answer on his own initiative.

A translucent, bright red goat head appeared on the battle axe, and with a strange laugh, the demon vanguard officer announced:

"I am the nightmare of your nightmares, the slaughterer with wings stained with blood, the executioner holding a brass blade, the herder of the three-headed hellhound. Yes, it's you, Carl... Oh oh oh oh oh oh hahahahahahaha, sir!"

Before he finished speaking, Karlbant's voice turned into a strange and distorted scream due to the Doppler effect caused by the rapid movement.

Ivan, wearing the bright red armor of despair, dragged the full set of heavy armor and sprinted forward quickly.