Star Forge Titan

At the same time, incredibly abundant power flowed along the sword to the earl's strong and powerful arms, causing the expression on his face to change rapidly from confident and arrogant to astonishment to a degree visible to the naked eye.

What the hell is wrong with this guy's strength!?!

Although he was amazed at the other party's unreasonable strength, Earl Jim's reaction was fast enough. He turned the sword and fully demonstrated his superb sword skills to guide the dangerous axe that was suddenly pressing down to his side.

While dodging, the Earl also tried to launch an opportunity attack with his long sword, but he didn't expect that the opponent was also waiting for this opportunity.

The battle axe whistled and tore through the air as it landed heavily on the ground. A narrow crack instantly appeared in the corridor, and the crack even spread to the opposite wall, leaving broken marks on the wall that looked like rapidly growing tree branches splitting and spreading.

This is not the most crucial thing. At the moment when the axe hit the air, the ferocious beast head that had just appeared on the axe blade suddenly stretched out half of its body.

It was none other than the demon vanguard officer Karlbant, who had become the core of the soul-forged weapon. Ever since it chopped off the head of an unknown Naurus believer last time, it had received a reward from the great and generous Blood God, allowing it to exert limited influence on the material world as a spirit.

"O-la-meh!"

Staring at the goat's head, Karlbant let out a strange cry, raised his short forelimbs and punched Earl Jim hard in the eye socket, preventing him from launching an attack of opportunity and leaving an exceptionally clear goat hoof print on his face.

"Damn it!" The count jumped back half a step after being hit. Although he was not half blinded by the punch by the force-absorbing action, he still felt cold sweat on his back.

Before one wave of troubles subsides, another wave arises. The Annihilation Axe, which was stuck in the crack of the ground just now, was now swung back in the opposite direction by Ivan with extremely powerful strength. The speed was so fast that it seemed as if he was using the ground as a scabbard to release the sword!

The Axe of Annihilation drew a dangerous arc from bottom to top and slammed towards the Earl at the speed of thunder and lightning.

Although this weapon is not a double-edged axe with blades on both sides, there is still a small branch shaped like an armor-piercing cone on the back of the rotating chain saw blade. Although it is carved into the shape of a devil's horns and looks as exquisite as a cult work of art, it cannot completely conceal its dangerous and vicious nature as a weapon.

To some extent, this curved horn is even more penetrating than the front axe blade, and can easily penetrate a full body of plate armor, not to mention that the count is now only wearing a set of light armor with limited defense.

Even if light armor is made of the most expensive and high-quality materials and is strengthened by magic, its upper limit of defense is difficult to compare with heavy armor of the same level. What's more, the soul-made weapon in Ivan's hand is itself incredibly powerful.

At that moment, Earl Jim seemed to see in a trance a ferocious goat, with its head lowered and its sharpened horns suddenly thrust towards him.

The necklace hanging on the sword around his neck immediately lit up, and a powerful magic shield was automatically released from it. The translucent yellow protective force field formed a round shield-shaped defense wall in front of him.

Mudayo~

A similar sound seemed to be heard in my ears. As soon as it touched, the force field shield released by the protective necklace was penetrated by the Annihilation Axe like tearing a piece of thin paper.

Crack! The magic gem inlaid on the necklace pendant shattered into several pieces, and the next thing touched by the curved corner was Earl Jim's lightweight breastplate mixed with the rare metal mithril.

Mithril alloy of the same thickness has dozens of times the protective power of homogeneous steel plates of the same thickness, but even this breastplate made of expensive mithril alloy can only withstand the blow from Ivan in the opposite direction for no longer than an old cowhide.

The alloy breastplate mixed with mithril was like a poor quality cotton vest. The sharp corners extending from the back of the Annihilation Axe tore a large slanted hole from the waist to the shoulder.

At the critical moment, the Count bent backward with such force that it seemed as if he was going to break his waist.

Therefore, although his skin wrapped under the lightweight breastplate was cut open, Earl Jim's reaction prevented him from suffering fatal injuries.

There was no time to feel sorry for the damage to the expensive breastplate and magic necklace. A deadly evil wind came from above his head again. It was the fatal howl emitted by the newly chopped Annihilation Axe and the spirit core wrapped around it.

Without caring about his noble manners, Earl Jim rolled on the ground and forced himself to create a distance of two or three body lengths, so that the roaring and spinning axe of the chainsaw could not successfully chop off his head.

However, just as the Earl is confident in his more than 30 years of sword training experience, Alvin also has full confidence in his nearly 100 years of long fighting life in the game.

Those precious experiences, like submerged icebergs, surfaced as he gradually adapted to the reality of Palladio. Every battle was a recollection of the past, an excavation and retrieval of memories from the past century.

All of this will eventually bring the black-haired boy, who is only in his teens now, closer and more overlapping with the powerful extraordinary person in the game who has a hundred years of combat experience.

The most intuitive manifestation is - destructive power!

Even though most of the attacks were focused on Count Jim himself, the aftermath of the battle still caused the ancient building inside the Caerleon Manor to become shaky.

The strong wind caused by the swinging of the battle axe shattered all the glass windows in the corridor outwards. The terrible cracks caused by the missed attacks continued to spread on the wall. The ground paved with solid marble was now covered with cracks like a dry riverbed, which were the signs left by the two sides of the battle running hard.

Even the magical pressure, which should have had a limited influence, was causing clouds of dust to rise like a spreading invisible force field due to the astonishing strength of both sides.

Finally, there was a loud bang.

The middle section of the building where the corridor was located collapsed completely, and the rectangular old mansion villa looked like a long cake that had been stepped on, with a large dent in the middle.

The collapse of the building raised a large cloud of dust, and soon, the two men who had been wielding their weapons crashed through the dust and landed on the grass of the manor. Like a cannonball, they created a deep pit that radiated outward with countless gullies.

The two men wrestling with weapons stared into each other's eyes. Alvin saw the fire of anger rising in the earl's eyes, but no emotion could be seen on the skull mask inlaid with light red crystals of Earl Jim. However, the terrible power from the weapons did not conceal the cold murderous intent in the other's heart.

At this point, the battle had consumed a large part of the physical strength of both sides, but Ivan eliminated most of the physical fatigue in just a breath, but Earl Jim's breathing became more and more rapid.

With a fierce look in his eyes, the Earl suddenly pressed the hidden mechanism on the hilt of the knight's sword.

With a series of crisp, spring-shifting sounds, the once hard and sharp knight's sword suddenly broke into pieces. A closer look revealed that between the "cracks" of the blade, a thin, tough metal wire was connected.

The split knight's sword instantly turned into a dangerous and rare chain sword. The activating magic attached to the sword made this magic sword wrap around Ivan's battle axe like a giant python, making the latter unable to break free for a while.

At the same time, the sharp sword tip, influenced by the sword skills and magic power, was like an attacking rattlesnake, suddenly piercing his throat with high-frequency vibrations that shook the air.

Urgent, urgent, urgent, dangerous, dangerous, the count's scheme is as evil as a poisonous snake, the shadow of death suddenly looms, and the deadly blade is at hand!

The skull-like armor mask was cut off in half, revealing a rather young and handsome face. Just as Ivan was about to be pierced through the throat and even the brain by this transformable magic sword, he actually smiled!

A bold and unrestrained smile appeared in front of the sword, and a feeling of fear emerged from Earl Jim's heart without any symptoms.

Are you kidding? How could Ivan, who has played this copy many times in the game, not know the secret functions hidden in the opponent's weapons?

and so……

I've been waiting for this move from you for a long time! You stinky brother!

Gah!

With a sharp sound, the trembling sword tip suddenly stopped like a poisonous snake being pinched by someone's seven inches.

Two rows of neat, white teeth that seemed to be emitting a metallic luster were like pliers. No, they were like pliers that bit down hard on the weapon that almost took someone's life!

As we all know, the hardest organ in the human body is not bones but teeth. Although medically speaking, human teeth are not part of the skeleton, we still don't know the answer to the question of whether Titan was human.

In short, Ivan's branch talent [Immortal Iron Bones], which was born from his core talent [Reshaping the World], also works on his teeth, coupled with the Death Angel's secret ritual that greatly enhances the bite force and hardness of the teeth.

Now, even if you let this guy go and play a face-biting battle with an orc (a leisurely 'small' game where you face off with a specific ferocious animal and try to eat it before the animal bites your face off), he might win all the way and become the boss!

What's more, it's just a magic sword with limited mobility.

So, Count Jim was stunned to see the other party biting his magic sword with two rows of teeth to launch a sneak attack, then spat out the sword tip with a "Pooh" sound, and then suddenly pulled the axe.

The Earl was dragged directly in front of Ivan before he could react. Then, within his field of vision, a sturdy helmet decorated with brass horns came down like a hammer with a whistling sound!

Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!!!

One...two...three! Four! Five!

Ivan grabbed the earl's collar and repeatedly hit the other's neatly combed back head with his helmeted head.

Blood splattered everywhere, his nose was broken, his eyeballs burst, red, black, yellow, and green. The count's face looked like an oil painting palette, with all kinds of colors appearing one after another and leaving a trace on the ground.

What aristocratic demeanor, what dignity of a swordsman master.

At this moment, all of them were crushed into mud by the ruthless mechanical headbutts one after another.

Bang, he dropped the earl who was breathing out more than inhaling.

Alvin shook his head and looked at another figure that was shrinking in the distance.

Butler Charles, who ran away as soon as he saw the situation was not right, was now almost out of the boundaries of the Carrion Manor.

"Oh, there's one more." As he spoke, Alvin took out a weapon that had not been used for a long time from the hidden space in the ring.

The fire flashed, and the night fell completely silent.

Chapter 180: Destruction and Beheading

"How could I... fall down... in a place like this..."

Looking at the inexplicable big hole in his chest, butler Charles showed an expression of great despair and confusion.

A few seconds ago, the future warning from the distortion spell made Charles dodge to the side, and he did avoid the first round of attacks.

Cultists like Charles who believe in the Whisperers may have relatively mediocre combat abilities, but they often possess many strange spells with varying degrees of limitations but are extremely tricky and bizarre, including rare spells involving thought and time, such as mind reading or high-speed divination.

Relying on the warnings from the danger divination that always resides in his body, Charles has dodged many ambushes like a prophet before, but today...

A terrifying image suddenly popped up in his mind of himself being pierced through the chest by some weapon. Charles immediately determined that it was a dangerous long-range weapon similar to a magic steam gun, and its power was greater than most steam guns he knew!

Without time to think, butler Charles, driven by the sense of crisis conveyed by the magic divination, seized the opportunity and jumped to the side.

As expected, the bullet, carrying a scorching aura, grazed him and sank deep into the trunk of a nearby fir tree. Although he wasn't hurt, the intense pressure and the aftereffects of the magic caused his mind to go blank for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a dull roar was heard from the trunk of the tall fir tree, and a large amount of wood fibers flew in all directions like fireworks exploding from the inside out. The whole tree broke into two parts, and half of the broad crown even flew upwards, as if it had been forcibly cut in half by an invisible axe in an extremely brutal manner!

Before he could marvel at the power of the weapon, a sudden sharp pain in his chest brought Charles back to reality.

Originally, relying on the future warning obtained by quick divination, this cultist who believed in the Secret Whisperer did avoid the first powerful self-propelled fire element crystal gem bomb.

But the second bullet, fired only a fraction of a second apart, with terrifying precision, pierced through Charles' heart and exploded, targeting the most distant future scene that could be reached within a round of quick divination, and before Charles had time to conduct a second quick divination!

This shot would have been predicted by quick divination half a minute earlier. If it had been half a minute later, the opponent might have been alerted by the first shot and taken precautions in advance.

The time difference between them must be just right, but Alvin was already so familiar with this kind of operation similar to 'blocking the opponent's skill cooldown' in the game that it was almost like muscle memory. Apart from Charles, he had personally handled things that were a hundred times more troublesome than this.

Looking at the fire that lit up when the self-propelled gem bomb exploded in the distance, Alvin silently retracted the Destroyer Bolter that had fired two shots in a row.

Considering the special killing methods of the bolt gun and the self-propelled gem bomb, the black-haired boy secretly reminded himself to remember to deal with the man's body later.

But then again, even if he was allowed to climb over the wall of Caerleon Manor, he wouldn't have a chance of escaping. Neither the druid's sharp eyes and keen sense of smell, nor a certain necromancer whose heart was darker than the night sky and more slick than vegetable oil, would allow such an insider to escape successfully.

In terms of the outcome, between being shot to death and being caught and tortured by a necromancer, perhaps the former is relatively less painful.

Anyway, the followers of the Whisperers are good at keeping secrets. Because the evil god they believe in is also known as the God of Conspiracy, it is usually difficult to torture them to get information, or information that their master does not want others to know.

Therefore, simply shooting him to death is the most efficient way to deal with the problem.

However, the appearance of the Whisperers' followers also made Alvin alert again. These guys with keen "sense of smell" are like vultures circling over the desert, often foreshadowing impending death or something worse.

Coming back to his senses, Alvin looked at Earl Jim who was already dying.

"It's not good for a Minister of Agriculture to die here casually." The black-haired boy said slowly in a voice that the other party could hear.

Hearing this, despite being seriously injured, Earl Jim still grinned and forced a miserable smile, but then he heard another sentence that made the smile freeze on his face.

"However, being killed by cultists is a very reasonable answer." The axe in Ivan's hand emitted a hint of cold moonlight.

Sensing the murderous intent in the holder's heart, the originally well-arranged serrated chains of the Destruction Axe snapped together like teeth gnashing together to form a complete axe blade.

Such an axe blade can ensure that a sufficiently complete head is chopped off to the greatest extent possible, without the rotating chainsaw making the cut into a mess, or simply causing the entire head to be minced into a mixture of bones and flesh.

The ring on his hand flashed with healing magic, which stabilized the earl's injuries even though he was half dead.

"Wait... wait!" Count Jim said with difficulty before the axe fell.

"Who sent you? I... I can give you more, whether it's money or anything else, even... ahem, even if you need a hundred living sacrifices, that's fine. I... ahem... I have them right here in my manor!"

The Earl struggled to raise his head, his expression a mixture of twelve parts flattery, three parts fear, and half a part of deep-hidden resentment, which made him look hideous and ugly, not even like a human being.

Ivan did not give any response to Earl Jim's words, but through the half-missing skull iron mask, one could see a smile on the corner of his mouth.

That expression was completely devoid of warmth; it was as sharp and cold as the edge of a metal sword, and at the same time, it carried a suffocating pressure.

But the dying earl mistakenly thought that the person in front of him was moved by his persuasion, so he twitched his face and forced a smile, but the words that came into his ears next made the earl stand there in a daze.

"It's decided. I'll chop off your head with this Nerukigate!"

"Varied……"

The smile on Earl Jim's face had not yet disappeared, and an expression of astonishment had just half appeared.

The Axe of Annihilation came down straight away with a strange cry from Calbant, and the knight was determined to chop off the earl's head cleanly, which still had a strange expression on his face.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne!" Lamb-like Calbant stood on the bloody axe blade, trying to strike a wild pose with his arms outstretched and howling to the sky. However, combined with his current dignity, it only made people want to laugh.

"...Your head is useless! Hurry up and capture that guy's soul. We might need it to open the treasury later. And don't forget to capture that guy who believes in the Whisperer." Alvin rolled his eyes and flicked his finger to send Karlbant flying.

"Damn it, you should respect Uncle Karlbant more! I just helped you punch that guy hard!?!" Karlbant rolled on the ground twice before standing up, waving his fists indignantly.

Despite its words, its hands acted without hesitation, immediately grabbing Earl Jim's still-present soul and imprisoning it in a demonic manner. Then, with Ivan casually throwing his spinning Annihilation Axe like a Frisbee, it quickly moved forward to capture the twisted soul of Butler Charles.

"Let me think, where should this guy's treasure house key be placed?" Alvin thought for a moment.

Before he could recall the specific location of the key and carefully examine the corpse in front of him, he heard Khayon's excited and surprised shouts in the distance, as if he had picked up a great bargain.

"Hey, look what I found!?!"

Chapter 181: Falling Star

Just as Ivan was hesitating about how to start searching the body, he looked up and saw Khayon running towards him, waving a silver key that was two palms long.

Behind the jubilant Necromancer was the Druid (in sled dog form), who was wagging his tongue and tail, looking just as jubilant as the former.

Although their appearances were completely different, their expressions were almost identical, giving Alvin the subtle illusion of seeing two sled dogs.