Star Forge Titan

"Fortunately, Lilim and I accidentally discovered another road leading to the outside world. I suggest that everyone leave here as soon as possible."

As a seasoned risk-taker, Andre certainly knew when to cut his losses immediately.

So when he heard what Alvin said, he didn't hesitate much. After exchanging glances with the half-elf wizard, he immediately agreed to the boy's proposal.

"You mean to leave now? Well, although I'm a little reluctant, it seems we have no other choice."

"Lilith, you should remember the way over there." Hearing this, Ivan turned his head to look at the halfling thief, who nodded decisively.

"I suggest we split up into two groups. You take these little guys over there first, and I'll go rescue the captured White. We'll meet up at the exit and leave this damn place immediately."

"I must point out that it is not wise to act alone. It is very risky." The half-elf mage frowned.

"Besides, a demon-created creature might not be worth it."

Although his words were harsh, they were indeed very sensible.

"It's not that simple. I have other considerations." Alvin thought about it.

If the situation is as bad as he guessed, he doesn't have much time to waste.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble and misunderstanding, Alvin gave a brief explanation to others as he stood up and walked towards the lounge exit.

"I suspect that group of insect beasts want to use the little guy to find a way to leave here."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned.

"That's indeed a risk." Andre smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Then, an extremely serious expression appeared on his face.

"Newbie, do you need our help? Lilim alone should be enough to lead the way."

If such a group of dangerous monsters were released outside, it would obviously make the desert, which is already difficult to survive, even more dangerous.

Although adventurers usually don't have much extra sense of responsibility, when it comes to their own safety, there are still people among them who are willing to stand up, such as Andre now, or the half-elf wizard who nodded slightly to show his agreement with the captain's words.

"It's okay." Ivan paused.

Looking back at everyone, he gave a convincing and confident smile.

"They're just bugs."

Chapter 71: Horse's Sense of Smell

In the crew lounge, the cats and bugs abandoned the damaged part of the Cat Apartment, took their few luggage, and headed to the factory area where the third bridge was located, led by Lilith, along with other adventurers.

Despite being forced to move away from their homes twice in a row, these little guys seemed very strong, with no sadness on their faces, and even sang primitive but extremely joyful songs again.

Although only primitive tribal culture remains, cats, cats and insects can still distinguish the importance of things.

Now that the insects and beasts have discovered a new home, any decision made based on luck would be irresponsible to the lives of the tribe members. They must seize the brief opportunity before the next wave of enemies arrives and set out again to find a new home.

I hope that this time, I can reach a paradise where I can truly live a long and comfortable life.

'Meep, meow, laowu', the cats, cats and bugs once again sang the travel ballad. They were obviously magical creatures artificially created by magic, but they had an optimism and positivity that made most normal people feel inferior.

It seems as if they will never be defeated by difficulties, or that the word failure does not exist in their dictionary.

"Even our small, furry friends have things we can learn from them."

Watching this scene from afar, Alvin couldn't help but feel emotional.

Then he whispered to himself.

"A long-awaited solo action."

"Hi Lu Pu!" Shan Wang nudged his owner from behind, obviously disagreeing with what he said.

Although Alvin had no intention of bringing anyone along, the big black motorcycle-like mechanical horse secretly followed him.

This guy now moves even quieter than a cat with paw pads on its feet. Even Alvin couldn't notice it at first.

"What are you following me for?" The black-haired boy frowned. His expression made Sanwang immediately raise his front legs to protect his chest, making a "very scared" gesture.

If this action was done by a petite, pretty girl, it would certainly be very endearing, but if it was done by a towering horse that was over three meters tall when standing on four legs, then [Northern Curse] would be simply terrifying...

"Okay, I lose."

Ivan held his forehead with one hand and stretched out his other hand to pat Shanwang's neck, sighing in his heart that this guy seemed to have become smarter than before after the transformation.

"Anyway, there's no time to waste. Now that you've caught up, let's go together."

Taking a deep breath, Alvin began to look for possible abnormal footprints among the intricate traces on the ground.

To rescue Catworm White Wrench V, he must first figure out which passage the special insect beast that took him away left from.

Fortunately, the high perception brought by the mystical transformation and blood awakening allowed Alvin to clearly distinguish different types of footprints and other traces even in the chaotic blood and stains on the ground.

It only took a few seconds for the black-haired boy to find most of the traces in the several passages around the lounge.

However, the information he obtained within his sight made him frown even more. Obviously, this was not what he had expected.

First, eliminate the footprints left by adventurers and cat-and-bugs, and then remove the scratches left by the blade-like feet of low-level insect beasts.

However, Alvin did not find any traces of other creatures except the above traces.

Could it be that……

Alvin suddenly closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his perception of magic.

Chaotic traces of magic power drifted across the space. Even the lowest-level insect beasts had magical fluctuations. Especially since a battle had just broken out, the various traces of magic power were now intertwined and incomparably chaotic, like an overturned oil paint palette.

However, precisely because a battle had just broken out, the traces of magic power appeared very clear, and did not quickly blend into the background magic fluctuations of the environment.

You know, even for a supernatural being, it is unlikely to find traces left by other creatures long ago from the long-standing magical fluctuations in the environmental background.

But trying to find a specific type of trace from the current chaotic magic traces would also be a headache.

Fortunately, Alvin is already accustomed to this. Although he is not an extraordinary professional who specializes in tracking, he has seen many "tricks" in this area.

Players who have spent over a hundred years in the virtual world of Palladia are very good at coming up with unconventional inventions that go beyond the common sense of people from other worlds. After all, their thinking is much freer than that of the 'locals'.

After a brief recollection, Alvin groped to retrieve the corresponding experience and memories from the memory palace composed of huge information.

In the past, due to the limitations of his attributes and magic power, he did not have many options and could only use relatively more troublesome methods.

But now...

Stretching out a hand, as if grasping something invisible out of thin air, Alvin suddenly opened his eyes that had just been closed.

In another realm composed entirely of magic power, imperceptible to ordinary people, he saw that he was holding a ray of floating light in his hand that led to the depths of a corridor.

This light was orange-yellow, and was gradually fading and dissipating over time. What was noteworthy was that it was completely floating in mid-air, never touching the ground.

"I see. That guy didn't even walk on the ground, so there weren't any suspicious footprints..."

Looking at the location of the magic traces, Alvin couldn't help but show an expression of sudden enlightenment.

An enemy that is always floating in mid-air, not a very easy type to deal with.

In any case, a flying enemy has a special advantage. Especially since it could very well be a Ghost in the Shell.

But this will not be an excuse for Alvin to give up. If the insect beast really has the opportunity to leave the mobile fortress by taking advantage of the variable created by White Mipa No. 3 Wrench V, then he will not stand idly by.

Even if the situation was not as bad as he expected, no matter why the giants sealed this group of obviously abnormal insects in the mobile fortress Herbert.

From the simplest point of view, is it wrong for a cat owner to rescue his own cat? It is as natural as water flowing downwards. Indeed, Alvin has unilaterally regarded White as his own cat.

Who can resist a cute talking kitten? Perhaps the only thing that can compare to it is a naughty cat in a maid outfit.

Although from a rational point of view, taking risks for a cat sounds ridiculous.

But people always do good things that may seem a little "silly" to others.

Otherwise, what is the difference between us human beings and those animals who are purely pursuing profit?

Just as Alvin caught a trace of residual magic, the Mountain King seemed to realize what his master wanted to do, so he started thinking about how he could help.

Soon, it took practical action.

I saw this group of horses, which were over three meters tall in every sense of the word, suddenly lowered their bodies, sniffed the air with their noses, and kept distinguishing.

"What are you doing? You're just a horse, not a hound, right?" Alvin looked at the scene with a helpless smile.

But then he was shocked to see that the passage that Shan Wang was heading towards with a sniffle was exactly the correct direction that he had just confirmed through the traces of magic.

If the shell is modified, will even the sense of smell be enhanced?

Time was running out, and Alvin didn't have time to think about it anymore. He quickly jumped onto the Mountain King's horse.

A man and a horse began to move forward quickly at the same time, and the crisp sound of horse hooves rose and fell in the wide corridor of the giant ruins.

This soon attracted the expected guests to Alvin and his friends.

"About 15 seconds. It seems these insects responded to unexpected situations even faster than expected."

Looking at the soldier-level insect beasts blocking the road ahead, Alvin whispered as he drew out the legendary sword Burning Justice from the lepton space.

That noisy guy, Karl Bant, is just like the noisy protagonist weapon in the special film.

In the absence of outsiders, Alvin decisively drew out the sword given to him by Frey.

"Our time is precious, so..."

The next second, the translucent red crystal sword had already sunk into the insect beast's open mouth.

"Let's understand each other."

With the boy's indifferent expression, the battle begins!

Chapter 72: Sneaking into the Insect Nest

Have you ever seen the true, ultimate form of positive energy? Its color isn't pure white like light, but a burning red as vivid as blood and as dazzling as flame. ———The Casting Angel, Michelangelo III.

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Fight, fight continuously.

After destroying countless waves of enemies, a small patrol team appeared in front of Alvin.

The patrol team is mainly composed of twelve soldier-level insect beasts, including an elite insect beast with tiger stripes as the leader.

As an elite soldier, it led the charge in this unexpected encounter, daring to be the first to do so. It truly showed its spirit! It showed its style! It was defeated!

Ah poof——

The yellow-green corrosive fluid in the insect beast's body gushed out from the wound crazily. The tiger-striped elite soldier-level insect beast's forelimbs softened and it fell forward to its knees.

Ivan, who had pierced it with a sword, had already drawn his sword and moved forward, and the fishy liquid didn't even have time to spray on the corner of his clothes.

The translucent sword body, like a red crystal burning with justice, had already burst into dazzling red flames the moment it was swung again. It was the holy fire of heaven constructed by extremely condensed positive energy, which could cause great damage to all evil and distortion.

However, when this kind of magic flame faces an enemy other than a dark life form, the magic flame burning on it will not cause additional damage.

But unexpectedly, when the legendary magic sword in Ivan's hand ignited the fire of heaven, the second insect beast he hit actually burned fiercely like a match soaked in gasoline.

At the same time, he also felt the long sword in his hand tremble violently, just like a hound that suddenly smelled the scent of an old rival, rubbing its teeth and growling.

Is there something wrong?

The thought that immediately popped up in his mind did not slow down the black-haired boy's pace.

One step, one sword, one sword, one kill!

There's no fancy swordplay, just pure power and precision.

The vast combat experience that had previously existed only in Virtual Paladia was now combined with the authentic experience of actual combat in the real world of Paladia. Every attack the black-haired boy unleashed would have been considered to have multiple sword skills added to it in the traditional full-immersion virtual games.

But for him now, it was just an ordinary swing of the blade to cut through obstacles.

The power was so immense that it seemed indestructible, the movement was so swift that it seemed to be able to intercept the thunder falling from the sky, and the skill was so precise that it was enough to chop off the wings of a mosquito without hurting the mosquito itself.

The product of the fusion of the three is the ordinary slash that seems unremarkable in front of us.

Perhaps, it is not an exaggeration to call it a return to basics.

With a horizontal sword movement, the sharp blade of the legendary magic sword followed the relatively weak joints of the soldier-level insect beast's defense, using the most appropriate cutting angle to create torque and apply pressure, until one hundredth of a second later, the opponent's pair of sharp and sturdy blade feet were cut off in the center.

The entire process takes place in a fraction of a second, looking like a single-molecule dagger slashing across a piece of white paper rolled into a long tube.

The sharp blade did not stop, and then it went deeper into the insect body along the old cracks on the outer shell that were left at some unknown time. With just a slight twist, it destroyed many important organs, and then it was pulled out smoothly like a dragonfly skimming the water.

At the same time, along with the departing sword, the vigorously burning fire of life was also completely taken away from this body.