Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

What kind of existence is the enemy gun?

There has been such a discussion thread floating around in the God Examiner Forum all year round, and Zong Jue naturally studied it carefully when he was making preparations.

In the words of many god judges, the enemy gun is probably the ultimate demon king who just wants to kneel down and call daddy when he sees it from a distance-the mobility value is nearly double that of the sword man with the highest mobility value at present, so no matter what Can't grab the first attack, can penetrate the sword outfit and directly deal damage to the main body of the mourning god, and is not affected by the environment. It is stable in day and night battles, street battles, and indoor battles, and the defense is super high. There will be many wounded. It can be said that as long as they see the enemy guns appearing, the god judges can start to get ready to repair the knife.

From the perspective of the time-traveling army, it is very lucky to be able to forge the enemy's gun.

Unfortunately, it wasn't what Zong Jue wanted.

He poured spiritual energy into it, and started the last process of forging the sword, awakening Fusangshen attached to the sword, "Get ready."

Yaken Toshiro and Kasen Kanesada held their breaths and concentrated, and rushed up the moment the enemy's gun appeared. Yaken Toshiro, who had already reached the highest level of the government's ability to quantify swords and swords, served as an auxiliary restraint. Kasen Kanesada, whose sword was only used in the novice guidance mission, is the main attacker. Although this arrangement will inevitably prolong the battle, and inevitably suffer some injuries due to Utasen Kanesada's low training and weak attack, but when the enemy's gun howls and transforms When it was black smoke, Kasen Kanesada's training level actually increased by a small amount.

Zong Jue looked at the injuries of Kasen Kanesada and Yaken Toshiro one by one, and after confirming that they could continue to fight, he took another part of the material and put it into the forge, "Continue."

This kind of forging is a very mechanized and very boring job, without any spirituality at all. The victims who are gradually formed under his hands are destined to be crushed. The spiritual power mixed with the filth of the underworld seems to be able to smell the disgusting smell of the blood pool , Floating freely in the gaps of endless time and space, the time-traveling army with nothing to rely on is like a shark being attracted by a bloody bait, rushing into the forge, occupying only the embryonic sword in it, polluting, finalizing, and finally turning into Ugly but familiar.

Zong Jue intermittently forged several enemy guns, enemy swords, enemy swords, and even two enemy swords. The fairly spacious forging room was full of traces left by the battle. There are even knife marks all over the ceiling, and the dirty and sticky black-purple blood of the enemy's knife is intertwined with the bright red blood of the swordsmen, but in the end there is very little red, and black-purple is everywhere.

Because of the high-intensity forging of the knife for a long time, the room was as hot as a steamer, and the water in the body evaporated extremely quickly, and even the air was slightly distorted due to the excessively hot temperature.

Fighting in this environment consumes an astonishing amount of both physical strength and willpower, and Yaken Toshiro felt as if he had returned to the raging Honnoji Temple in a trance.

"Is it alright?" Zong Jue asked, compared to Yaken Toshiro and Kasen Kanesada who looked quite embarrassed with sweat on his back and wounds, he who was always the closest to the forge was so calm that he didn't even break a drop of sweat , holding a hammer to calmly inspect the injuries of the two combatants.

"No problem." Yaken Toshiro nodded while clutching his bleeding right abdomen. No internal organs were injured, and normal activities were not affected. He could continue to fight.

"Yes." Kasen Kanesada answered a bit reluctantly. His injuries were much more serious than Yaken Toshiro's. After all, most of the time Yaken Toshiro was assisting to restrain the enemy's sword, and let him attack in order to maximize the damage. Improve training and enemy experience.

"Persevere, there is one last time." Zong Jue picked up the last material he had prepared and put it into the forging furnace, swinging the hammer as if he could not feel the fatigue and heat.

Even standing a few meters away, Kasen Kanesada and the others felt that the oncoming heat wave made people breathless. It is conceivable how terrible the high temperature Zong Jue, who was almost facing the flames, was facing, and the whole life may last forever. In the process of forging the knife for several hours, two strokes of the sword can still rest and drink saliva to treat minor injuries, but Zong Jue has to swing the hammer continuously to beat the ore, and pay close attention to the adjustment of the furnace fire at any time, let alone Rested, not even a few seconds to relax.

The hammer hit the sword that had already taken shape, and the sound was regular and dull, without any mistakes, and there would be no mistakes. Every hammer fell with precision, and every adjustment of the furnace fire was timely and just right. Zong Jue's eyes reflected the hot redness of the fire, he didn't listen to anything, he didn't look at anything, he cleared away all distracting thoughts, his brain focused on one thing, calculated the best plan over and over again, and his body made no mistakes Execute the plan calculated by the brain without fatigue or hard work, just like a precise machine.

——Although he is good at sneaking around and skipping work, once he starts any work, Zong Jue will devote 100% of his concentration to it, without allowing any errors or flaws, and doing things with the highest efficiency It is impeccable, but anyone who has seen his current working state can fully understand why he can occupy a place in hell.

If not, Ghost Lamp would not have sent him to deal with things here with confidence.

Well, I really can't stand him drinking tea and admiring flowers in front of snapdragon grass every day. The main reason is that he doesn't work at all.

This time the casting seemed to be extraordinarily long. Zong Jue beat the sword that had just taken shape over and over again, and the furnace fire was a little bigger. The hot sparks inevitably splashed, burning scars on his skin, and then the scars were burned again. The spiritual power was repaired, gathered and healed. Repeatedly, I felt pain just looking at it.

The sword has never been finalized, and it will take on a new shape every time it is hammered, but Zong Jue doesn't feel anxious, and even has a little excitement.

There are big fish wandering around non-stop, so the miscellaneous fish dare not approach, the reason why they have not bit the hook for a long time...

Probably because the bait is not sweet enough.

What a greedy fish.

Zong Jue stopped the hammer and bit his fingertips. The moment the blood of Huang Quan's family members dripped on the blade, a wind suddenly blew up in the closed room.

coming.

A darker atmosphere than ever before filled the room, and the torrent of wind that penetrated the endless time and space swept straight, not attached, but devouring and biting the filthy spiritual power on the knife, like a lion on the wasteland Biting the antelope's throat, the blade vibrated and hummed continuously, struggling for death but having nowhere to escape, after a violent shake, it shattered inch by inch.

The wind was getting stronger, and the whistling and resentment that made people feel cold all over the body seemed to be overwhelming, forcing people to squint to barely see what was in front of them. A shadowy figure was gradually solidified in the wind, before everyone could react He rushed towards Kasen Kanesada, the weapon in his hand gleamed with a treacherous cold light.

It's a gun!

Faster than any enemy gun they have ever faced, the point of the gun hit Utama Kanesada's chest at the same time he realized it, tearing a small hole in his clothes, just a little deeper, and a harder one A little bit, and he will smash the knife on the spot.

But the tip of the gun could no longer advance an inch, Zong Jue firmly grasped the tip of the gun, no matter how hard the opponent roared, his hand was still firmly holding the tip of the gun, unable to advance or retreat.

The blood dripped on the ground, but Zong Jue didn't seem to notice it, he just stared straight at the Zhandi Dao in front of him, oppressing the opponent so that he couldn't move.

This should be an enemy gun, but it is not an ordinary enemy gun they have encountered. The vigorous and powerful body is covered with light armor that is easy to move. It is tightly covered from head to toe, and is shrouded in black mist. , only a pair of honey-colored eyes protruding from the gap in the light armor, reflecting the biting coldness and hatred.

The body in his hand is also different, it is a short spear wrapped with exquisite carvings, but the forearm is long and short, and the whole body is gloomy and cold black without any light, only the sharp edge of the spear tip carries a slight chill.

That's right, one of the new enemy knives that appeared in the time-traveling army camp is also one of Zong Jue's mission goals. The Government of Time temporarily named it the enemy short gun. Like all guns, it can directly penetrate the knives and attack the body. Moreover, it is faster than ordinary enemy guns and has greater lethality. It is almost possible to take away one with one shot at the beginning of the game. According to the current data, it can barely be repelled and cannot be killed at all. The most important thing is this The damage caused by this gun is permanent and cannot be restored by manual or healing spells.

That is to say, once injured, it can no longer be healed.

Tsk, still underestimated the enemy.

"You guys go out." Zong Jue said, staring into the other person's eyes without blinking, "Close the door."

"...Yes." No matter how unwilling they were, Yaken Toshiro and Utari Kanesada knew very well that the enemy in front of them was not something they could handle, and insisting on staying here would only get in the way and become a burden instead.

Seeing Yaken Toshiro and Kasen Kanesada leaving, the enemy turned around to chase after him with a growl, but was kicked by Zong Jue and hit the forge.

"Tianjin god is so fragile, it would be terrible if I accidentally made him fall into the gods." Zong Jue muttered, shaking off the blood on his hands casually, and the blood dripping on the ground floated into a faint black smoke. , in the shadows where the light can't reach, in the hand that is still bleeding, some unperceivable but real terror has been unsealed and surged out.

Just like in Western mythology, Pandora opened the magic box of disasters.

The air echoed with screams, wailing, wailing, and all the sounds that brought discomfort and pain to people. Flames ignited out of nowhere, and faintly trembling faces seemed to be distorted. The air in the room seemed to be drained. , It should be said that it is like pouring cement into the whole room, squeezing out all the positive breath, leaving only the resentment solidified as a substance because of the huge amount compressed in such a small room .

Hatred, jealousy, greed, arrogance, where in this world can there be any evil that is sweeter than the deepest part of hell.

Compared with Zong Jue, a god of misfortune from the underworld, Di Duanqiang's resentment is too childish.

"Then..." Zong Jue nonchalantly walked up to the limp enemy short gun and squatted down, stroking his head like a cat or dog, "Be obedient and cooperate, huh?"

The enemy's short gun shuddered, hung his head and said nothing.

He neither resisted, nor was he willing to cooperate.

……

A few minutes later, Zong Jue opened the door. Except for the wound on his hand, he was unscathed, and even his clothes were not torn at all. He looked at Kasen Kanesada and Yaken Toshiro who were fidgeting and looking into the knife forging room, and said calmly : "Get ready and go out tomorrow."

The knife forging room was clean and tidy, as if what happened just now was just a dream.