"Taihao, the God of Creation, please give me faith, wisdom, courage, and strength, and give him the greatest help and eternal protection on his way forward. Because in a few decades, he will surely become a member of the temple.
The twelfth great god who cares for every person, thing, plant and tree on this planet..."
Ling held the necklace on his chest with both hands and kissed the platinum pendant between his lips and prayed softly. In this solemn temple, kneeling in front of the statue of the creation god at the head of the eleven gods, Yu Chengdi confided
Listen to your own voice.
The gods that this world believes in are the eleven sages who have brought great changes to the blue color in the past 4,400 years. In fact, from a theoretical point of view - Grandpa's original words said this
"The first generation of sages cannot be regarded as the creation of the world, because after all, the world was not created by him. But for humans, what does it matter? Our current world was not created by him after he rescued him from the hands of the dragon clan."
"But even if I pray like this, what's the use... The leather armor is broken and the sword is melted. I was supposed to protect him, but in the end he protected me. Can I really protect him?"
He couldn't explain his feelings clearly. He hated drunken men, but when he met that man, he was already drunk. When he woke up, the first thing he did was to frivolously kiss himself
Holding her in his arms, Ling's cheeks turned red at the thought of this.
No, what he was holding in his heart at that time was not me, but another woman. But when I thought I was determined to protect him, he went crazy to protect me. Although he was crazy, he didn't
Hurt me, even after knowing that I was safe, there was a reassuring smile on my face.
"You should know that whether it is faith and wisdom, or courage and strength, the God of Creation cannot give you anything."
A mature female voice came from behind. When Zero looked back, the man was leaning against the tall door frame of the temple with his hands in his arms, looking at the sky in the distance outside the door.
“If the Creator God can’t give it to me, then who can?”
Zero stared at the person who came. He was about thirty years old, with a curvy figure. His long light gray-purple hair was braided into fluffy braids that hung down to his hips. He wore a white cotton shirt on his upper body, with the cuffs rolled up. The buttons on the chest were open.
It was very low, revealing her sexy breasts. She wore a pair of dark brown cloth pants that fit well, and sheaths were tied with belts on the outside of her legs, with a dagger inserted in each.
"Then you have to ask yourself." The woman was still looking into the distance, where a few clouds were floating feebly. "If it is for him and not for some sage, as long as you believe, you can have it."
"For him...?" Zero's face turned red again. Why did he always have this annoying but heartwarming feeling recently?
"follow me."
The woman said nothing and walked out the door.
"Where are we going with you?" Zero felt angry at the woman's commanding tone, but he still left the altar and followed. "Who are you?"
"Aren't you waiting for the casting master? The master has already arrived." The woman glanced sideways at her, and Zero noticed that it was a beautiful, calm and emotional face. "As for who I am, I won't wait until you win.
Let’s talk about it later.”
Follow the woman's lead and walk towards the foundry not far away. It's more of a shed supported by a few thick wooden pillars than a foundry. Under the shed, there is a huge furnace built with bricks.
, an iron casting platform, a water tank filled with water, various tools...
"Win you, what do you mean?"
The woman who ignored zero questioning went straight into the casting shed and nodded to a young child standing in front of the casting platform, beating the body of the red-hot ax with a hammer. The young child was short, with a face covered with down, and a pair of
The long ears drooped and dangled on both sides of the cheeks. Next to him stood a burly man, looking blankly at the ax body, as if expecting an important treasure.
The woman pulled out a sword from the barrel full of swords next to the casting table and threw it at Zero.
"You want to compete with me?" Zero raised his hand to catch it, a little overwhelmed by the woman's sudden move.
"It's not really a competition." The woman rubbed the back of her neck with her left hand and turned her neck a few times, "But you have to show your ability and prove that you are qualified to possess weapons forged by the master."
"Come on! The grumpy girl is going to fight with Miss Zero!"
The big man who was originally watching the young boy hammer down the ax body was also attracted by the woman's words. Before Zero could say anything, the big man shouted loudly.
Suddenly anxious footsteps and noisy voices sounded at the same time, and soon many men and women rushed out from all around, forming a circle in the open space in front of the casting shed.
Ling originally thought that everyone would dissuade the woman's behavior, but he soon discovered that his idea was completely wrong. Not only did the crowd of onlookers show no signs of dissuasion, but they all smiled excitedly and shouted loudly to cheer for both sides.
.
"It must be the irritable girl who wins. Her attack speed is so fast that you can't even see it with your eyes wide open."
"That's not necessarily true. Xiao Ling can wield such a huge two-handed sword."
"If Xiao Ling wins, I will place the bet on you."
"Sister Grumpy, I have placed a heavy bet on you,"
"..."
Zero couldn't believe his ears. These people were just watching the fun, but they actually started betting on the outcome of the two of them.
The woman stood leisurely, looking careless. She raised her left hand and used her little finger to pick out her ears, as if she was a little bored with the noise around her.
"Who is the grumpy girl? You bastards." The woman glanced angrily at the crowd of people who were calling her, and roared, "If you are betting on me, you have to invite me to the pub to drink tonight."
Everyone looked nervous at first, but after hearing what was said later, they all burst into laughter.
Anger swelled in Zero's heart. He didn't expect this woman to despise him so much, as if he was destined to lose. Okay - in that case, I will rein in your arrogance.
"I'm on it!"
Giving a warning, Zero held the long sword diagonally with both hands and rushed towards the woman at an extremely fast speed. When he was still two meters away from the woman, Zero had already calculated the trajectory of the attack and raised the long sword from bottom to top. At that moment, Zero
When it arrives in front of the woman, it should be just enough to cut the woman's shirt and make her look embarrassed, but at the same time it will not hurt her.
Unexpectedly, the woman seemed to have seen through Zero's offensive. Just as the long sword was about to reach her body, she turned slightly to the side, avoiding the tip of the sword by a hair. At the same time, she hit the back of Zero's hand with her right hand, causing her to lose her center of gravity immediately. And the woman
He slightly arched his body, took a step forward, and hit Zero hard in the abdomen with a heavy punch from his left hand.
A burst of heartbreaking pain hit him, and Ling immediately curled up and fell to his knees, barely holding on to the long sword in his hand without discarding it.
"No, no, I won't make a sword for you at this level."
A sharp and childish voice came from the casting platform, suppressing the noise of the crowd and interrupting Zero's attempt to stand up reluctantly and attack again despite the pain.
"If you can't withstand such a small punch, no matter how good the sword is, it will be forged for the enemy."
The sound got closer and closer, and in Zero's eyes he saw the crowd parting, and the child who was casting the ax body came over as he talked.
"Miaomiao, don't be too harsh, Xiao Ling's sword skills are quite good..." The woman actually said good things to Ling at this time.
"Asshole, call me master." The young boy, whom the woman called Miaomiao, pointed at the woman and cursed sternly, "I am the casting master! The casting master!"
Lington was surprised. He originally thought that women should be the masters of forging. But he never expected that this Mayan child, who thought he was an apprentice, was the real master of forging!