Star Forge Titan

Chapter 45: Magical Pressure

Black pollen floated in the air.

"What an amazing young man." Vero Dishia walked forward slowly.

Even the simple action of taking a step forward makes her posture look extremely charming.

A dark green super-spiritual doppelganger floated behind the fallen elven druid, possessing the natural elegance unique to elves and the evil beauty brought by their strange appearance.

When the two are mixed together, they form a terrifying charm that is like poison and cannot be stopped.

Looking at the two people with dull eyes, Willow smiled. She was sure that the two had fallen into the painful dream created by her soul ability - Fen of Fear.

The black pollen generated by the power of the soul can make people fall into the most powerless moment in their memory, which is often also the most desperate and painful moment.

Any low-level transcendent who has not awakened soul power will find it difficult to resist this ability. The strong negative emotions generated by this will tear the opponent's soul apart, causing them to destroy themselves directly, or fall into inextricable sadness and regret, just like being trapped in an inescapable nightmare.

Not far away, Khayon, who was hanging upside down, was shaking violently, like a child consumed by fear, and Ivan also stood still, the rock armor on his body formed by [Reshaping the World] cracking and shattering as if it had been weathered at an accelerated rate, as if he had given up all resistance.

"Poor boy." Raising her hand, she stroked Ivan's heroic face. The smile on Willow's face was like a she-wolf about to rip the throat of her prey, beautiful and cruel.

A warrior who has lost his ability to resist, even a spellcaster like her dares not approach him easily.

"You will definitely become excellent nourishment." The fallen female elf druid's throat rolled, and an uncontrollable excitement flashed in her eyes as her fingers slid down across the perfect muscles that were as hard as steel and had golden proportions.

The left arm was raised horizontally, and the vines that had twisted and wrapped around the arm stretched out rapidly, spiraling around each other to form a sharp and solid twisted wooden thorn.

"Become one with me, young man!" Vero's smile suddenly turned ferocious, his sharp canine teeth bared outwards, and his twisted and deformed arms stabbed out with force.

With gusts of wind, the sharp wooden spikes quickly extended forward.

However, just as it was about to pierce Ivan's throat, a layer of transparent scales with a faint white glow suddenly appeared on the boy's skin.

Crack! The twisted wooden spikes, which were stronger and sharper than ordinary iron weapons, broke when they hit the invisible scales head-on.

The smile on Willow's face froze instantly, and the scene fell into deathly silence.

"Huh." Taking a deep breath and enduring the severe pain in his left arm, the Fallen Druid looked around to make sure that no one else had seen this scene except himself.

Then, she raised her hand again, and another wooden spike quickly grew out of the broken end. Moreover, the double super spirit behind her also took the same posture, and its left arm also turned into a thick wooden spike like a heavy lance.

"Die!" With a roar like a wild beast, the overlapping wooden spikes stabbed out again.

This time, she aimed at the heart in Ivan's chest. As long as she pierced it, she could drink the other person's blood.

The invisible scales reappeared and held out for a full three seconds. The strong light produced by the collision of different magical powers illuminated the dim surroundings.

Finally, when the last burst of strong light appeared, the invisible scales were pierced, but the wooden thorn arm of the super spirit was also offset by a surge of magical power and temporarily turned into a drifting light mist.

But the solid wooden spike formed by Willow's arm continued to extend forward, with a large amount of magic power wrapped around it, causing the surface to emit a dizzying deep green light.

The strong skin that could withstand the blows of ordinary iron weapons was pierced in an instant, and blood flowed out from the wound, but the kind of pleasant feeling that ran through the body that Vero expected did not appear.

Instead, he used his spear to penetrate the strong resistance of the metal plate armor.

Because of the branch talent [Blessing of Steel], not only can Ivan's spine be used as an additional mana pool to store magic power, but it also makes other bones tougher than steel.

Affected by this, the skeletal inner armor transformed from the ribs in the secret ritual of the spell was also strengthened to an incredible level. Any piercing damage to the chest part could not cause any harm to his internal organs before breaking through this layer of inner armor.

"Damn it! What's wrong with this kid!?!" The Fallen Druid had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just as she wanted to pull back, she felt a sharp gaze as if it were real staring at her.

Subconsciously raising her head, Willow Dishia saw a pair of eyes as cold and ruthless as the thousand-year-old ice fields in the north looking down at her condescendingly.

And in the middle of that pair of ice-blue pupils, there is an azure oval crystal like a third vertical pupil, with a glow that is not like that of an ordinary person, proudly penetrating all the darkness!

"You..." Before he could finish his words, a powerful magical pressure indiscriminately enveloped all objects around him.

With Ivan as the center, the azure magic light surged in all directions like a tide. The highly concentrated magic was like a burning crown of light, rotating and floating above his head.

Like a piece of firewood being broken by someone, Willow's bones all over her body crackled and she fell to her knees involuntarily. This was a terrible magical pressure that she had never experienced before.

In a trance, the fallen druid even recalled the suffocating feeling of being stared at by the god's gaze across time and space when he held his first sacrifice.

It is a power that transcends the extraordinary and reaches the limits of the human world.

But why did this tall young man in front of me, who was only at the first level, also give me such a feeling?!? This was completely unreasonable!

Also, how did he escape from the terrifying nightmare that he created after liberating his soul power? He was clearly not even at the third level, so his soul should not have awakened yet!

The fallen druid, kneeling on the ground, struggled to retreat, but found that his left arm, which had turned into a wooden thorn, was grasped by the other party.

The small wound just now had stopped bleeding, and the other person's face did not show the slightest sign of being caught in a fear nightmare. Instead, there was an elusive look of reminiscence, as if what had just passed was not a nightmare but a beautiful dream.

"Although it was not a good dream, I have to say thank you to you." Ivan bent down, and his tall figure surrounded by magical glow cast a shadow on Willow's face.

The overlapping of past memories and reality made it difficult for him to distinguish whether he was the fifth-level giant pilot who controlled the giant god soldier in the game, or the descendant of the Titan who now possessed the power to reshape the world.

However, a certain indescribable feeling made the original magic power in his body boil completely, entering an unprecedented state of extreme activation.

Ivan, who originally planned to rely on sneak attacks to gain the upper hand, now relies solely on the pressure of magic to put his opponent in a state of being unable to move. However, this state cannot last for too long.

"However, it also reminds me of some things that I almost forgot. They were all terrible and depressing things." As he spoke, he clenched his five fingers and crushed the wooden thorns that Willow's left hand had turned into into pieces bit by bit.

Even after being transformed into that strange appearance, the arm still felt pain. The limb was slowly and uncontrollably destroyed, causing cold sweat to break out on the Fallen Druid's forehead.

Fear, this emotion that had not appeared for a long time, was like a cold iron hand, silently and ruthlessly strangling her heart.

"Yes, it's really a terrible nightmare." Behind him, Khayang's voice was unexpectedly heard.

The black flames burned his flesh, but also burned the entwined vines into broken charcoal.

Although the power of the soul is far from being formed, it has already shown the prototype of some super spiritual double bodies. As long as the spiritual level is further improved, or even as long as the third-level promotion ceremony is completed, this black-robed wizard can directly awaken the double body.

"Soul power... two, monsters..." Willow squeezed out a sentence with difficulty from between her teeth.

These two young men who suddenly appeared, the one in front of him who was only at the first level could actually intimidate him with his magical pressure, and the other dark man at the second level had not yet been promoted to the third level but had already awakened some of his soul power.

Why do humans, a race born from dust, always produce such monsters!

The fallen elven druid uttered a silent accusation, and at the same time, she felt the pressure on her body begin to weaken. Even so, she did not intend to continue to interfere in this matter.

Willow secretly apologized to her temporary ally whom she was not very familiar with, and made a quick decision in her heart.

"No, no, no, I think the only monster is the one in front of you." Khayang waved his hands, looking numbly at the black-haired boy who subdued his opponent with the pressure of magic. Although the crown of light floating above the opponent's head was gradually dissipating, it still made his eyes twitch.

"Okay, I have some questions for you." Alvin pulled out the reloaded Crusher and put the cold muzzle against Vero's forehead.

Although the primitive magic power that was activated to the extreme in his body began to calm down, at such a close distance, even if the opponent used the soul power to create a doppelganger, it would not be able to withstand the zero-range shooting of the self-propelled gem bomb.

"Sorry, I don't want the reward." Willow showed a weird smile, and then the expression on her face gradually stiffened, and the originally fair half of her skin quickly turned into a gray-brown wooden structure.

Ivan's eyes changed and he pulled the trigger directly.

The gem bomb smashed Willow's head into a ball of flying wood chips, but there was no tragic scene of brain matter bursting out.

He fired several shots in succession, shattering the completely wooden body. He saw that a deep cave had been dug out by tree roots at the place where Willow was. The fallen druid had obviously escaped secretly with his real body through some druidic secret method, leaving only a wooden clone to delay time.

"Don't worry about that guy, I can sense the location of the sacrificial circle!" Khayang suddenly shouted.

Although it was not yet mature, through the forced amplification of soul power, he sensed some hidden strange fluctuations fifty meters ahead before the summoned Dead Soul Eye exploded into a pool of blood.

“…” Alvin hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head and put the regret behind him.

He had no intention of measuring the two natural disasters, the Skeleton Frenzy and the Black Forest Spawn, to see which one caused greater damage to the world and all living things, and then decide whether to crack the sacrificial array first or to chase after Vero Dishia, who would trigger the Black Forest Spawn in the future.

He disdains the arrogant act of treating other people's lives as bargaining chips.

Besides, only children make choices, and the good men who establish their own factions want them all!

Even if he didn't kill the fallen druid today, Alvin was confident that in the future, just like today, he could crush all the opponent's ambitions with his absolute strength!

"Here!" Khayon pointed to a wall not far away.

"Get out of the way." Alvin moved sideways. The rocks touched by the dark golden light rolled over and formed a rock armor that wrapped his whole body. There was also an 'L'-shaped shoulder shield with three conical spikes on his shoulders.

The momentum brought by fast running, combined with the inertia caused by heavy armor, merged into a powerful force comparable to a battering ram.

boom!

The wall was instantly knocked through, revealing a spacious hidden secret room at the back.

In the secret room, several unidentified people in black robes were surrounding a circular magic circle and making various preparations.

"Who are you? Where did Vero Dishia go?" someone asked subconsciously.

"A passing messenger of justice!" Alvin laughed and rushed forward.

Before the dust raised by the broken wall had settled, he rushed into the secret room with a trail of dust.

"Stop him." The black-robed man leading the team shouted hurriedly, taking out a spell scroll from his arms.

As a result, he just opened his mouth.

Bang! Boom!

Two gunshots rang out simultaneously, and a bloody hole was shot in the man's left hand holding the scroll, and the scroll fell to the ground, while his right hand holding the staff was directly blown off from the forearm!

“Ahhhhh!!! My hand!!!” As the screams rang out, the other two men in black robes were forced to make a decision.

One of them did not retreat but advanced, rushing towards Ivan with his head down. As he ran, his body suddenly swelled up, black and gray hair covered with filthy liquid emerged from his body, his legs became anti-jointed, and in a very short time he turned into a giant wolf walking upright.

The other one stood in place, his left hand inexplicably exploded into a ball of blood, and at the same time, he shot a purple light towards Ivan.

"The Plague Wolf has transformed? Turns out he's a member of the Undead Cult." The tall, black-haired young man sneered. Facing the magic attack, he had no intention of changing his position. He just rushed towards the enemy without dodging.

Before the purple light could reach its target, it was deflected by invisible scales that appeared out of thin air. The transparent scales, gleaming white, swatted away flies like a slap, reflecting the malicious magic in Khayon's direction.

Kayang's scalp tightened. He did not try to use magic to defend against the purple beam. Instead, he rolled on the ground. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he successfully avoided the attack with his agility that was not at all like that of a magician. In the meantime, he also picked up the spell scroll dropped by the opponent.

The brick and stone floor illuminated by the purple light quickly dissolved as if it had been splashed with strong acid, and then emitted a very pungent acid mist.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Khayang got up from the ground with an angry look, and the spell scroll he picked up had disappeared.

He just felt that since he got involved in this big trouble with this guy and another guy who was not present, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain the fake smile mask he used to cover up his appearance.

"Sorry." Ivan said sorry, and at this moment he was holding the werewolf's head with one hand, and using his arms that were strong enough to wrestle with a dragon, he pressed him against the wall next to him.

The cracking sound of the skull made everyone swallow subconsciously, but Ivan did not stop at all. Instead, he leaped up with heavy armor and hit the opponent's head with another knee strike.

Bang, this time the head really shattered into pieces of watermelon pulp.

The two surviving members of the Undead Cult stood there in a daze. There were no more than five seconds left before the conflict broke out, and between the two of them, only one arm was left to move.

Boom! The Crusher Heavy Pistol, nearly named 'Pink Fluffy Rabbit', roared.

"Uh ...

Now the last arm is also neat.

Ivan walked towards the Undead Cult member who was rolling on the ground with an indifferent expression. Behind him, Khayon also took out a few creepy "tools" from his pocket with a fake smile without any warmth.

"Come, let's have a good chat."

Just as the cultists' cries echoed through the sewers, Ashram, riding a six-legged cold-blooded horse, appeared at the base of the School of the Undead - the Hill of Three Towers.

Arriving here at the same time as him was a dragon carriage full of silver knights.

They were riding in an armored vehicle pulled by a triceratops, and it seemed as if an endless stream of people were emerging from the vehicle.

Unlike its docile counterparts that pull buses, this triceratops not only has the three curved horns on its head not sharpened, but has even been wrapped with a solid alloy to make them sharper.

Even the torso with a thick outer skin is covered with heavy armor painted red and engraved with various magical runes that can resist spell attacks containing magical power.

This is the latest work of the Blood Order, a life chariot created by combining traditional enchanting technology with new arcane monsters and imitating the design ideas of Lind's magical weapons!

Looking at the tall main gate of the Mage Tower, Ashram showed a sneer on his face.

"Open the door! The Black Knight is investigating the cult!"

Chapter 46: Surface and Underground

The Hill of Three Towers once stood near the outskirts of Avonmore.

But with the continuous expansion of the capital, this area has been wrapped in large new urban areas.

However, considering that the people living there are a group of necromancers who live with corpses all day long, both ordinary civilians and nobles are unwilling to get too close to them, and even if they have to pass through the nearby blocks, they will subconsciously speed up their pace.

This part of the city looked much more desolate than other places, with only a few large warehouses built a kilometer away from the Mage Tower. The three Mage Towers and the low hills surrounding them were surrounded by a circle of empty land with no buildings.

This is unimaginable in the urban area of ​​Avonmore where every inch of land is valuable.

At this moment, this situation actually made it easier for Ashram to move.