According to historical records, the earliest forms of alchemy can be traced back to the Dark Ages, when humans who evolved to the stage of rudimentary civilization expelled the barbarians and established the Sumerian city-states in the Great Plains. In the process of exploring the mysteries of the world, the great sage Map created the most primitive theory of alchemy, which was eventually carried forward by his disciple Christon, who was also called the "ancestor of alchemists" by later generations because of the establishment and improvement of the basic framework of alchemy.

The ancient alchemy system named after Christon was cut off after the fall of the Magic Dynasty, and it was not until a thousand years later that the Kells excavated part of the legacy from the ancient ruins and re-established a new alchemy system with elven characteristics. With the advent of the era of civilization revival, the terrestrial races entered a prosperous period of exchange and development, and the alchemy system of the Kyle Elves also spread, and gradually developed their own distinctive schools among other races.

Today, the new alchemy system has been gradually divided into twelve major fields, with human alchemists only being the most adept at "potions", "metallurgy", and "construction", while the rest are weak due to the limitations of racial talent.

One of the highest achievements in the field of "constructing" alchemy, the Obsidian Titan is a terrifying war weapon developed by humans and dwarven alchemists. In the last 500 years of Kanillas' history, this weapon has appeared on the battlefield only a handful of times, and every time it appears, it must be accompanied by bloody storms.

In the academy tower, two old men stood on the rooftop, staring at the figure of the black giant on the magical image, and gasped in unison.

Stephen shivered subconsciously, and the teacup in his hand shattered on the ground. He didn't care about the tea spilled on his body, but just narrowed his eyes and leaned in front of the magic image, eager to go over and find out.

"Is that the legendary Obsidian Construct Titan?" asked Master Ampere in a low voice, although he had not seen this weapon of war with his own eyes, he must have heard of it with his age and experience. It's just that when it comes to discerning constructed creatures, Stephen is the authority he deserves.

"I haven't seen the real thing, but it's probably the legendary Obsidian Titan of Fabrication. Stephen sighed with red eyes: "If the Oakland Kingdom goes back to the early days of the founding of the country three hundred years ago, it may still have the ability to make one, but now, it is estimated that the royal family will not even be able to pay for the maintenance costs." ”

"If the legends are true, then the Truth Society may not be able to support this monster. Ampere glanced at Stephen and said meaningfully.

"Only the underground lava area can be produced, and the obsidian mine that has been calcined by the earth fire for 10,000 years cannot be mined with ordinary iron tools at all, and its value can almost be measured by the same weight of gold, and this is only the cheapest material on it. Drawing a circle of magic patterns on obsidian requires the use of a Adamantite solution, and the mind center in the body must be powered by the Dragon's Heart. If you want to install other functional plug-ins, the cost must be calculated in tens of millions of gold coins......" Stephen trembled and pointed at the black giant in the magic image like a sheep's horn, his face flushed as if he had been beaten with pig's blood.

"Is the person who created this kind of thing just for the sake of loser?" Hearing the cost calculated by Stephen, Rao is Ampere is not good at alchemy, and he can't help but have a toothache.

"But the cost is not unacceptable relative to the benefits. Master Stephen pursed his lips and pointed to the Obsidian Construct Titan.

"Count Snecker never trusted me, but I could vaguely sense his purpose. The original intention of the Truth Society was to eliminate the prophesied calamity, and what he is doing now is more like trying to verify that prophecy. ”

"The apostle was born in the north, bringing endless heavenly punishment, and there will be no peace in the world from now on......" Ampere recited the prophecy that was already an open secret with a solemn face.

For nearly 100 years, the prophecies of the apostles have appeared frequently in the prophetic books written by astrologers everywhere, and they have become more and more clear. It wasn't until twelve years ago that an elder of the Society of Truth peeked into the river of fate and left a proverb when he was exhausted - the apostle was born in the place where the lion rested.

The conspiracy and conspiracy surrounding the White Lion family have continued since then, and they still cannot be relieved to this day.

The black giant landed on the ground, and the bluestone slabs of the city gate crumbled and collapsed beneath its feet. It stood, its two topaz eyes flickering, and it turned its head to stare at the knight standing on the wall.

The knight took a deep breath and slowly lifted the sword in his hand.

The Obsidian Construct Titan has no ability to speak, nor does it have the patience to wait for the enemy to gain momentum. Having locked onto its most threatening target, it took a step forward, its massive body crashing straight into the walls.

With a loud bang, the sky cracked. The gates of Isttalon, which had not been breached for three hundred years, collapsed with a single blow, and the knights standing on the walls and all the soldiers around them disappeared into the dusty ruins.

The Maseon refugees outside the city gate were gathering towards the city gate, they didn't know the details of the battle, they only heard the young lord's order to open the city gate, and many people were involuntarily pushed forward by the people behind.

Marivian, who had been watching the situation on the city wall, suddenly changed her face drastically, and stretched out her hands to quickly draw dozens of white crosses, which were reflected on the city wall, as if they were patched with layers of patches.

"My lord protects, God-given defense!"

As the chosen person of the goddess of life, Mary Vien, who was given the "holy" name, used to be at her fingertips no matter what kind of magic she used, and she did not need the assistance of words and gestures at all, and could summon her at will at the slightest movement of her mind. And now that she had spoken the oracle for the first time, the white cross reflected on the city walls suddenly skyrocketed tenfold, encompassing almost the entire city gate.

The next moment, the city wall suddenly collapsed, and the white cross lasted less than half a second before it shattered, and the broken bricks and stones poured down, burying all the refugees huddled under the wall.

The black giant smashed the walls headlong with all his might, and his body poked out of the city. Its eyes flickered a few times, focusing its attention on the purple-haired nun glaring at it.

"Sister Mary Vienne, run!" cried out little nun Ewen in terror. She had just been carried forward by the refugees for a long distance, and although she was not buried by the collapsed walls, she was also shrouded in the shadow of the black giant. The refugees who were still surrounding her just now were already fleeing in panic at this time, she was accidentally pushed down, and she was trampled on several times, and she couldn't get up.

"Mary Vian, run!" cried the little nun, crying on the ground, in the loudest voice. The black giant's massive feet fell heavily across the wall, and her voice stopped abruptly.

The pupils of Marivian's eyes constricted suddenly, and her mind went blank. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but found that she had lost the strength to speak. She watched in amazement as the black giant crossed the walls and reached out to grab herself.

"Your Highness Mary Vienne, you go!" a temple priest standing beside her rushed in front of her, blood spurting out from all seven orifices at the same time. He summoned divine power far beyond his limits, and his body swelled in an instant, then exploded. The explosion of extremely compressed divine power wiped out everything around it.

The black giant's outstretched palm only trembled slightly, and that was it. The power below the Golden Rank simply couldn't break through its defenses. As sad and respectable as it was, the martyrdom of the temple sacrifice did not buy Marivien more than a second.

The huge palm covered the sky above Marivian's head, and the black giant grabbed the purple-haired nun, clenched the palm of her hand and squeezed it hard, like crushing a tomato, and blood gushed out from between her fingers.

The giant turned his head, his eyes flashing again, and focused on the young lord on the city wall.

Antonio's ears buzzed, and he took a few steps back with a pale face. He tried to find the knight, but there was silence under the collapsed walls, and he tried to find traces of Marivian's escape, only to see fresh meat sauce between the black giant's fingers.

In a trance, he seemed to hear Count Sneiker's voice ringing in his ears again.

"My dear lord, are you satisfied with the play I have prepared, is it painful, is it hopeless?"

"Fuck you!" Antonio cursed as he broke the jar, drawing his unsheathed sword from his waist and pointing it at the black giant, his face pale, but he refused to cry out with tears in his eyes.

"I am the lord of Isttalon, the patriarch of the White Lion family, Antonio Caesar!

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