Star Forge Titan

"Oh yeah, who would have thought."

"By the way, according to the survivors, it seems that two demons were fighting each other and that caused..."

While everyone else was chatting, a young pastor seemed a little absent-minded.

"William, what's wrong with you?" His companions who knew him well asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing...it's just that...the scene in the afternoon was a bit disgusting." The pastor called William replied with a wandering look.

"Is that so? Then you should go to bed early today." Others were not surprised by his answer. After all, they also felt that the bloody scene was very uncomfortable.

"Okay, I will rest early." William's eyes became more and more distracted, but a flawless smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, he quietly clenched his left hand behind his back. An inconspicuous small wound on the palm of his hand was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon there was no sign of it at all.

"By the way, who is the backup driver?" The young pastor asked others with a bright smile, seemingly nonchalant.

Then he got the answer he wanted.

Then, the young pastor named William once again showed an expression of genuine joy on his face.

"Although it's not quite appropriate, in a sense we have to congratulate the 'lucky' gentleman."

He deliberately emphasized the word "lucky", causing the young pastors around him to be stunned for a moment and then burst into suppressed laughter.

"Ha, that's really not appropriate."

"But he is indeed very lucky."

The laughter gradually faded away, and the magic lights illuminating the corridor stretched the shadows of the young priests into long and narrow shapes, gradually making them invisible.

Chapter 169 Uninvited

"First there was the National Library bombing, and then there was the incident with the demonic Light Circuit, a subsidiary of the Temple of Light. Ahhhh, if I keep working overtime and come home too late, my wife will definitely blame me."

In the Ninth Public Security Department, facing a table full of documents and reports, the middle-aged police officer Togusa held his head with both hands and supported the remaining space on the desk, uttering a painful and helpless cry.

"Give up. The young lady has already gone to the scene. Do you expect her to come back to help you process the documents?" A colleague's mocking voice came from the side.

"To be honest, I'd rather process documents and write reports here." Another colleague came over and interjected.

"What exactly is involved in this matter?" He raised his hand and pointed to the sky seriously.

"Indeed, I'd rather write a report than go to the scene. Even handling the follow-up work for something like this could lead to unimaginable trouble."

"Stop talking." Togusa covered his face and cried out.

"After finishing the report, I have to rush to the scene to meet with the young lady."

“…” His colleagues patted his left and right shoulders and looked at him with sympathy.

"Be strong, newbie."

"Yeah, yeah, but instead of worrying about being scolded by your wife, why not worry about your hairline first?"

"By the way, will washing your hair with tea leaves help with this?"

"Tea from the Great Wilderness Forest? Wow, you're so rich! Tell me, did you accept bribes?"

"Hey! Don't joke about this!"

After comforting Togusa in a perfunctory manner, the two guys who were slacking off and drinking coffee began to veer the topic in a strange direction.

But the next moment, they found that they could not leave.

Snap, the hands of the two colleagues were grabbed by Togusa.

"So, for the sake of the empire, please help me write a few work reports!"

“…I suddenly remembered that there is still work to be done.”

"Me too."

"Hey, let go."

"Damn, this guy used to be in the military, he's really strong."

Leaving aside the ordinary sheriffs who are struggling with paperwork or colleagues in their offices.

Miss Catherine Caroline, who was supposed to be investigating on the scene, did not appear at the crime scene immediately.

Driving the beautifully designed magic car, which could be controlled by only one person at low speed, Catherine arrived at an ordinary alchemy workshop in the suburbs with familiarity.

Looking at the workshop door which still had no new sign hanging on it, the girl shook her peculiar drill-shaped golden braids and raised her hand to push the door open.

Then, an expression of 'as expected, I guessed it' immediately appeared on her face.

Inside the workshop courtyard, Khayon was drawing on a large piece of paper, seemingly sketching the general structure of a magical vehicle. Elsewhere, Bryant, transformed back into human form, was helping Ivan remove a particularly menacing suit of armor.

It's best to get help with putting on and taking off full-body armor, as it's difficult and cumbersome. Of course, Ivan's original plan was to use the power of [Reshape the World] to melt the armor back into iron ingots after completion.

But an accident made his idea difficult to realize.

After returning to the courtyard outside the alchemy workshop, he found that this pseudo-despair armor, which was originally made of ordinary steel, seemed, probably, perhaps... to be marked.

The triangle in the center of the breastplate, a horizontal line, and a red mark similar to the letter V on top made Ivan scratch his head, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The triangle symbolizes battle and weapons, the horizontal line symbolizes a decapitation blow, and a variation of the letter V in ancient languages ​​refers to victory.

As for who owns this mark, the answer is self-evident.

"Are you crazy? I have nothing to give you!"

The black-haired boy raised his middle finger to the sky speechlessly, then waved his hands vigorously to refuse as if chasing away a stray dog, but the result only made the mark become brighter red, almost emitting light.

Faintly, he seemed to hear loud laughter coming from far away. No, it was an extremely heroic laughter, and... applause.

"Mortal, you've made a fortune!" With a humming sound from the Axe of Annihilation, a delighted Karlbant popped out of the soul crystal.

"Hahaha, this is the highest honor! Human, you have been noticed by the God of Blood, the God of Victory, the Demon of War, the Red General, the great Horror! Continue to offer exciting battles filled with blood and you will receive the ultimate blessing from that lord himself! When the time comes, I will also act as a beacon to continue transmitting that lord's power!"

Calbant, whose spirit appeared in the form of an upright lamb, held its front hooves and shouted happily. It looked much more solid than before, almost indistinguishable from a real lamb.

Obviously, the sudden appearance of this mark is also related to Karbant.

"Is it just like following your favorite e-sports game anchor on a shitty website?" After hearing what it said, Alvin complained with a weird expression.

"?" Karlbant showed a puzzled expression, but the doubts were quickly thrown behind his mind. He had become accustomed to the occasional strange words coming out of his new master's mouth.

"In this case, we can't destroy this set of armor at will." Alvin looked thoughtful.

"What happened?" Kayon asked:

"Nothing, I just caught the attention of Terror." Alvin shrugged. As a warrior who had fought in Palladiya for many years, he was familiar with this.

"What?!? Who is following you?" Ka Yang's eyes widened.

"Calm down, I'm just paying attention. It's not all bad. Using this armor to disguise a Terrorist will make it more credible. If that doesn't work, just treat it as a useful disguise prop." Ivan said calmly:

"..." Ka Yang stared, not knowing what to say.

Bryant, still in his sled dog pose, raised one of his front legs and stood there in amazement.

In fact, what Alvin said was not without reason.

Compared to the other three bad guys, the Blood God Horror is bloodthirsty, cruel, and loves fighting, but——

He is an honest man.

Just look at the character of the Demon Vanguard - the Deceived Karlbant.

Every demon under the command of the evil god, even if they are not the highest-level beings such as the great demon or the demon prince, has similar soul characteristics to the evil god. It is like an incomplete aspect of a person's personality. Even if they seem to be very different, there must be similarities.

Although there are still many things that need to be paid attention to in the specific operations, to put it simply, as long as you ignore this guy, Kong Ruier will be a pure spectator most of the time.

However, after the battle, the evil god will offer the victorious warrior a higher and higher price until the other party finally agrees to join his army.

This method sounds crude and inefficient, but this is how many extremely powerful Fallen were created throughout history.

Back to the point, after explaining to her companions what happened, Catherine pushed the door open and walked in before she had time to change out of the full body armor that might become a truly hopeless armor.

Kayon and Bryant froze for a moment. The former had already started thinking about how to silence the witness, while the latter habitually gave up thinking.

"Oh, here you are." Alvin nodded calmly at the girl.

"Did you guess long ago that I would discover the connection between the two things?" Catherine narrowed her eyes.

"Of course." Alvin answered in the affirmative.

"Just now, the Terror Demon broke free from its seal, but within two days, another battle broke out between the Terror Demon and the Narwul Demon in Lutetia."

"Although His Majesty the Emperor will probably forget about this matter after writing the note approving our entry into the National Library. But you won't forget it, will you, Your Excellency the Duke?" The black-haired boy's half-joking words were met with a big roll of the eyes.

"So, what are you thinking about?" Catherine couldn't help but show a headache expression.

"...If I told you we were just trying to test the waters, would you believe me?" Ivan asked with a strange expression.

As expected, Catherine immediately raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly.

"Huh? Do you think I'm easy to fool?!?"

Chapter 170 Final Material

After listening to Ivan's description of the entire incident for ten minutes, Catherine, wearing the black uniform of the Ninth Division Sheriff, crossed her legs with a strange expression and concluded:

"Simply put, you discovered there was something wrong with that guy, so you decided to test him. As a result, the entrance to the racetrack was completely destroyed, and the entire operation of the venue was completely paralyzed."

"That's basically it. Believe me, if I had known in advance that it would turn into a big fight with the devil, I would definitely have been more prepared." The tall black-haired boy shrugged helplessly.

Although the weather had not yet entered the hot summer, fighting in full body armor still made him sweat a lot. Through the torn collar, one could see sweat running down the contours of his strong and toned muscles, inadvertently making a very targeted talent even stronger.

Perhaps due to the influence of the majesty of power, Catherine, who had been wearing a stern face since entering the room, forced herself to look away with great effort, coughed lightly, and continued:

"Never mind. The result is good anyway. Congratulations on ruining the cult's plot once again. Even though they may not know who is working against them all along."

At the end of the story, the girl with the blonde hair couldn't help but reveal a strange expression, but in order to maintain the majestic image of the sheriff, she had to suppress her smile.

Frankly speaking, this was not easy for Catherine. In fact, she did not like to have a stern face, and her nature even had a bit of naivety that was not expected of a female aristocrat.

If her brother had not become increasingly unreliable as he grew older, the Duchess would not have developed the extremely serious and particular personality she has now.

As a result, Catherine always felt that it was difficult to maintain her dignity when facing this strange young man who claimed to be from Genoa.

Perhaps this is a question of compatibility between people.

With a sigh, Catherine took out an inconspicuous rectangular black metal box.

Although it looks ordinary in appearance, this box is actually made of inert magic metal with extremely low magic conductivity, which can effectively block the magic fluctuations emitted by the items in the box.

Even without opening the lid of such a special container, Alvin could guess what was inside. It was obviously the "Phoenix Feather" he had asked for before.

"This is the reward we agreed on last time for you personally."

Pushing the box in front of Ivan, Catherine did not let go of his hand immediately. Instead, she looked up and stared at the other's rare golden eyes.

"I hope you won't use it for bad purposes."

Hearing this, Alvin smiled slightly:

"I promise to use this power only for the right things."

Feeling the seriousness and sincerity in the boy's words, the blonde girl let out a sigh and released her hand that was pressing on the metal box.

"I hope you'll keep your promise."

"This is one of my few strengths." Ivan said with a smile:

"Being overly modest is a bit hypocritical." Catherine glared at him.

The conversation between the two made a well-known necromancer who was drawing the structure of a racing car with his back to them roll his eyes immediately.

As for Druid Bryant, after stuffing the evil armor that he described as "full of blasphemous smell" into the basement, he immediately ran to the woods outside to perform a druid-specific purification ritual on himself. He would probably not be back for several hours.

In reality, this was the typical attitude of the residents of Pallady towards foreign powers. They would stay as far away as possible, and would rather take a detour than approach anything even remotely close to them.

Often, only those with huge ambitions, twisted desires, or those who are simply forced into desperate situations will take the initiative to touch evil gods and related things.

Ivan's prompt approach to dealing with the evil god's affairs, maintaining a rational and coldly pragmatic attitude, was actually somewhat unacceptable to ordinary Palladians. However, there were not many ordinary people around him in the true sense of the word.

"Okay, even though the person involved has confessed very honestly, I still have to go to the scene." Catherine twitched her lips, feeling a sense of helplessness in her heart.

"Thank you for your hard work in protecting the people, Your Excellency the Sheriff." Ivan said with a smile, waving his hand:

"Hmph." The blonde girl shook her oddly shaped braid and stood up to leave.