The next day, before dawn, Baventer and Allen, the old and the young, left the town. The corpses and motorcycle wreckage in the open space outside the town had long since been swept clean. With this lesson, the Iron Wolf bandits should not dare to cause trouble in the town for a short period of time. The two of them walked two kilometers on foot. Forget about Allen, his current Origin Energy had already been completely converted into Void Skyfire. Wherever it passed, the snow naturally melted, and before it could even melt into water, it was evaporated into a vast expanse of white smoke. Along the way, the snow gave way, and the smoke dragon was far away. How domineering was it?
Baventer followed behind Allen honestly, borrowing his light to walk on the flat road that was constantly melting in the snow. However, this old blacksmith was dressed in a single robe and only held a wine jug in his hand. From time to time, he would drink from it. It was obvious that he was not simple either. Allen thought to himself that this was normal. How could an ordinary blacksmith receive a thousand averages? How could he swing a hammer made of meteoric iron? However, Horn did not mention the identity of the blacksmith. Allen knew that Baventer definitely did not want too many people to know about him, so he did not ask.
The two of them arrived in front of an ice lake. The surface of the ice lake had already frozen. The wind blew past, bringing with it an endless chill. Allen didn't feel anything. Hot smoke rose from his body, and he was not afraid of the cold. However, if an ordinary person were to stand here, their legs and stomachs would probably be trembling and cold to death.
Baventer took another sip and carefully put away the wine jug. "There's not much left. I hope it's enough to drink on the way back." Then he said to Allen, "Kid, take out the knife."
Allen obediently put the long box on his back on the ground and opened it with one hand. A blazing heat immediately surged out from within. The saber embryo lying in the box glowed with a faint red light, and the blade of the saber continued to emit heat. Not to mention killing enemies with a saber, ordinary people probably wouldn't even be able to touch it. Allen gripped the hilt of the saber that was one with the blade, and the saber embryo immediately flashed with a complex dark red pattern that looked like a tree root.
"Throw it into the ice lake." Baventer pouted at the lake.
Allen didn't say a word and used the Knife Embryo as a javelin. As soon as he exerted his strength, the saber embryo immediately pulled out a dark rainbow light and threw it into the center of the ice lake. With a plop, the saber embryo smashed into the ice, and without any suspense, it smashed open a hole in the ice. There was a crackling sound of ice breaking on the surface of the lake, and a gap of more than ten centimeters appeared on the frozen surface of the lake. The saber embryo naturally sank into the unfrozen lake below.
In the next moment, a gust of hot smoke rushed out from the gap. The impact of the airflow was so strong that it even forcibly expanded the gap. Hot smoke continued to rise, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard from the lake. Allen narrowed his eyes. He knew that the lake water was being forcefully evaporated by the blazing heat emitted by the Saber Embryo. He looked at Baventer, who no longer hid it and directly said, "The Fire God's Heart you brought contains extremely tyrannical Fire Origin Energy. I guess that kind of crystal is most likely in the depths of the earth's core or volcano. It absorbs geothermal energy and stores it in it all year round. What kind of Prison Flame Eye is 108,000 miles inferior to it. I spent a lot of effort to fuse it into Qianjun. "
He waved his hand and let Allen swallow the "thank you" back into his stomach. The old blacksmith sighed, "When Master forged this Qianjun, he often lamented that there were no excellent materials to fuse with Qianjun, causing Qianjun to fail in the end. The reason why Qianjun maintained the rough appearance of the saber embryo was not because Master was unable to sharpen it into a saber, but because he thought that it was more in line with Qianjun's artifact nature. "
"Until now, when I saw the Heart of the Fire God, I knew that the opportunity for Qianjun to be reborn was right in front of me. Only this kind of material could allow the broken Qianjun to be reborn. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have dared to agree to Mr. Horn's request. " The old blacksmith rolled his eyes and said, "Alright, don't stare at me. I'm too lazy to mention who I am. All you need to know is that I worked under General Slin for a while."
Allen shrugged.
Baventer continued, "But although the Heart of the Fire God can be fused into Qianjun, it is too overbearing. As you can see, even after merging with the new saber, it is still emitting heat. It is too sharp. Therefore, in the end, it had to be thrown into the ice lake to cool down and suppress all of its sharpness back into the blade. Only by restraining its sharpness can it be considered a success. "
Looking at the ice lake, the ice on the surface of the lake was constantly cracking, and the heat was no longer the same as before. Strands of hot smoke rushed out from the cracks in the ice, covering the entire ice lake with a large cloud of white smoke. Allen walked to the lake. Previously, the ice had been level with the lake shore, but now, the ice had already jumped down, and there was a difference of tens of centimeters between the ice and the lake shore. This gap was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Allen could not hide his astonishment.
More than an hour later, the ice lake had already reached the bottom, leaving only a shallow pool of water. White smoke rose from the lake, and the saber that Allen had thrown into the lake was stabbed into the bottom of the lake. Baventer winked, and Allen rushed into the lake and arrived near the saber. The outer layer of the iron armor on the saber was falling off, revealing the smooth and dark red blade inside. Allen stretched out his hand and patted the saber. The saber bounced up and buzzed in midair, completely scattering the remaining iron armor on the surface.
Allen stretched out his hand to pick up the saber, and a red light suddenly lit up from the depths of the saber.
It was as if a sun had risen from the bottom of the lake.
Saber Qi soared into the sky!
The last pool of water in the lake was finally stimulated by the hot air. The sun on the lake gradually retracted its flames and finally turned into strands of flame energy that lingered around the blade. Allen looked over. The saber embryo from before had completely transformed, and the saber in his hand was now in his hand. The hilt of the saber was dark, just like Qianjun. When the blade rose, inch by inch, the color changed from black to red. Three inches from the edge of the blade, it was bright red, like a piece of iron that had been burned red by fire, but it was ice-cold to touch. There were a few golden lines on the ridge of the saber, occasionally flickering. Every time it lit up, the heat of the saber would be astonishing.
Allen held it in his hand and could clearly sense the changes in the Origin Energy within the saber, giving birth to a feeling of being connected to the saber. This feeling was even more comfortable and natural than when Qianjun was in his hand. He casually slashed out with his saber, and a scarlet saber Qi rushed out from the edge of the saber. The bottom of the lake trembled, and a crack quietly appeared beneath Allen's feet. It extended straight for a hundred meters. The two sides of the crack were charred black, and traces of red light could be seen in it. Green smoke rose from the black trough, as if it had been sliced through by a high-energy cannon beam.
A casual saber strike had such power!
Baventer nodded cheerfully, as if this was how it should be. He couldn't help but take out the wine jug and drink all the wine in it in one gulp. Then, he wiped off the wine stains and said, "Kid, the saber in your hand is already qualified to be listed. Artifact. "Although it came from Qianjun, it is no longer Qianjun. Give it a name."
Allen thought for a moment and saw that the flames on the blade were like fireflies. He muttered to himself, "Scarlet Firefly? No, it's too weak. It's not worthy of the tyranny of this saber. Then … let's call it Gojoseon. "
The saber hummed endlessly.
On this day, Allen left the town with Gojoseon, Lucy, and the others. The mayor's granddaughter stood under the old pine tree outside the town for a long time. That night, Baventer and the mayor talked all night. The next morning, carrying only a patched backpack and the hammer, the blacksmith who had settled in the town for many years also left the town. No one knew where he was going.
This was the world, coming and going, gathering and scattering.
Late at night.
Mobius opened his eyes and frowned as he looked at the wound on his chest. There was a bandage wrapped around his chest, and the white bandage was oozing blood. This was very abnormal. Logically speaking, no matter how tyrannical Horn's Qiu Yan's saber qi was. Give Mobius three days, and it would be enough to clean it up. However, he had already stayed on the surface for almost a week. Not only had his injuries not healed, they had instead become even more serious.
The president stood up and decided to return to Babylon tomorrow no matter what.
He had been away from the island for too long.
Even though news came from the floating island every day, it was so detailed that he could control the decisions on Babylon from afar. However, this was the first time Mobius had left the political center like this for so many days. He didn't know if it was because of his strange injuries, but a trace of uneasiness in his heart was hard to get rid of.
For reasons of confidentiality, Mobius was unable to undergo a detailed examination. Eliphant could only find a trustworthy doctor to treat the president's injuries, but the doctors could not explain why the president's injuries did not diminish. Mobius saw that the violent Eliphant had killed two or three of them, but he did not stop him.
Eliphant was a chess piece he had placed on the surface, and many of the dirty work that Mobius could not do was handed over to the fatty. Mobius was very clear about Eliphant's shady dealings. Even the existence of the predators was large, and the president turned a blind eye. However, that did not mean that he trusted Eliphant. In fact, the number of fingers that could be trusted by the president could be counted on.
At first, he suspected that his injuries had something to do with Eliphant, but Mobius had carefully examined everything that the fatty had sent over, including food and clothes, and found no clues. Thus, even now, he couldn't explain why his injuries were so strange.
Mobius walked to the window.
Eliphant's manor was bathed in the cold moonlight. Fatty was obviously a fellow who cherished his life very much. He had placed an army of a hundred men in this small manor. Not to mention the hidden sentries, this fellow had even placed a defensive heavy artillery on each of the two commanding heights. Even if the heavy artillery model was outdated, it was more than enough to defend against a small manor.
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