"Good guy, it turns out that alchemy can be used in this way! It can kill metal in this way! It can be forged in this way!"
"Oh my God, is this imprinting an inscription? No, it is imprinting a dragon inscription! It looks like a natural reproduction. This is basically creating a brand new life!"
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Kassel Academy, deep in the ice cellar.
Vice-principal Flamel seemed like a little fanboy. He was holding his chest with his hands in excitement and watching Old Tang's various smooth operations with blinking eyes.
At this moment, Old Tang is forging weapons.
In response to the previous request of Chu Zihang, Caesar and others, they hoped to forge a suitable weapon for them, and Old Tang also generously agreed in that water area, so he chose to start forging it today.
Because the elements may be disordered during the refining process, Old Tang's refining place was arranged in the Well of Annihilation in the ice cellar. There is an alchemy matrix here that can seal, and it can also seal the words of teachers and students in the academy.
The sealed realm of the spirit.
The closer you are to the ice cellar, the greater the sealing power contained in it.
Because this alchemy matrix was personally presided over by Flamel, he was also lucky enough to observe the refining process in the ice cellar.
In addition, there are Lu Mingfei, Angers, and other Cassel professors who have made great achievements in the field of alchemy in the ice cellar.
However, at this moment, these professors are all in the same state as the vice-principal, completely conquered by the various weapon refining methods used by Old Tang.
Old Tang first made a blade for Chu Zihang that resembled the legendary Murasame Blade.
This demon sword once appeared in "The Legend of the Eight Dogs Minami Sosato Satomi". When this sword kills an opponent, the murderous aura it inspires can condense dew. After killing the opponent, water will automatically seep out of the blade to clean it.
The blood stains on the blade are like rain washing leaves, so this knife is also called Murasame.
The materials used by Old Tang were the alchemical objects that had been used to guard the Seven Deadly Sins on the altar in the Nibelung world. Old Tang took out an object that looked like a piece of metal, and then wrapped it with his own flames, and began to process the metal.
It was newly refined and transformed into the shape of a knife at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Until the flames dissipated, the blade was engraved with complex and mysterious textures, like natural textures, and the blade exuded a deep and cold aura, as if swiping a long sword could cut off space and time with one blow, it must be full of energy.
A poetic knife.
Even the real demon sword Murasame may not be as scary as the one made by Old Tang.
The moment the long sword was forged, the blade burst out with a roar like a dragon's roar, and it came to life completely like the finishing touch.
"Brother Zihang, continue."
Old Tang threw the finished Murasame to Chu Zihang, who took it.
Chu Zihang waved the brand-new Murasame he had created several times, and Caesar and Fingel, who were standing next to him, looked unnaturally far away.
The sense of oppression that Murasame gave them was really too strong.
While Chu Zihang held Murasame in his hands, he felt that the powerful feeling he had when he used the Seven Deadly Sins of the Old Tang Dynasty under the Eastern Waters came back. He even felt that he could split the dragon-shaped Deadpool with one knife.
This is only when the bloody secret technique does not break out, but once it breaks out, it will be more powerful.
Of course, this does not mean that the Murasame refined by Lao Tang is as powerful as any weapon in the Seven Deadly Sins, but the degree of explosion has changed.
Old Tang's Seven Deadly Sins could not be fully unleashed in Chu Zihang's hands. In fact, they were only used to a 30% degree. But this Murasame, which was tailor-made for Chu Zihang, was different. It can be said that Chu Zihang was able to
Eighty or ninety percent of the explosion was completed, which created the illusion that Murasame could be compared with the Seven Deadly Sins.
The most powerful weapon is actually the weapon that suits you best.
Chu Zihang held Cun Yu in his hand, and his whole aura changed, becoming particularly cold and desolate, but with a strong sense of killing.
And this Murasame seemed to be catering to Chu Zihang's aura and began to pulse regularly.
"Blend it with blood, it will become your best partner." Old Tang encouraged.
"good."
Chu Zihang nodded deeply.
Then he cut his wrist, and his own blood began to flow along Murasame's handle until it covered the blade. The blood on it seemed to be swallowed up. The inscriptions on the blade also began to turn scarlet, and this scarlet brilliance looked like
It's hard to retreat since it's imprinted on it.
It wasn't until a minute later that Murasame stopped devouring it, and the blade emitted a hazy bloody light.
Although Chu Zihang's face was a little paler, his aura was deeper, and after absorbing his blood, Chu Zihang felt that he had a closer connection with Murasame, truly becoming an extension of his body.
Seeing his old rival become stronger because of a weapon, Caesar's eyes became intense.
He also begged Old Tang, hoping that the other party could help him refine a Dictado, which was the saber he often used.
Although Caesar's Dictator has an extraordinary origin and is a powerful alchemical tool, after using Old Tang's Seven Deadly Sins, Caesar can clearly feel that his Dictado has too much meaning, just like
It's the difference between having a good sword in the game and suddenly getting epic equipment.
Regarding Caesar's request, Old Tang naturally responded in one step.
Old Tang took out a piece of metal that was completely black. The material looked more like some kind of stone, and it was stained by some unknown blood, adding a fierce look.
During the process of forging with his own flames, Old Tang deliberately retained the unknown blood on the stone. When the blade was fully formed, it was exactly the same as the Dictado that Caesar usually used.
The blade is entirely pitch black, but has many scarlet veins added to it.
Of course, this is just in terms of appearance. When it comes to power, the power of Diklado built by Old Tang himself is naturally more terrifying.
Caesar took the forged alchemy knife and cut his own wrist open, allowing his own blood to flow through the blade. He did not stop until the knife was completely absorbed.
As Caesar held the Dictado, he felt an unprecedented domineering surge in his heart, as if with this sword in his hand, he owned the world.
Hoo ho ho!
The overbearing aura swept away like a storm, and the surrounding professors quickly hid aside.
This Dictado was branded with the stained blood of the past, and it also had a tragic aura, as if it had been tempered by countless years of fighting. It was completely opposite to the coldness exuded by Murasame in Chu Zihang's hands.
Every movement and every silence, but all the same terrifying.
Many people around him subconsciously panicked and fled away, but Chu Zihang was the only one who stood there coldly and unmoved. He held Murasame in his hand like a peerless swordsman. Even though the momentum around him was as fierce as the wind, he remained calm.
appearance.
Caesar held Dictado, who was completely black, and felt that he was stronger than ever.
He subconsciously looked at Chu Zihang, who also looked at him at this moment.
Sizzle!
Invisible electric currents shot back and forth between the two people's eyes.
Two community leaders who have obtained exclusive magic weapons are facing each other, as if they are about to start fighting in the next second.
"Old Tang, Old Tang, it's my turn, it's my turn, you can't be partial, you have to get it equally!"
At the moment when everyone's minds were being gripped, Fingel's thirsty voice suddenly sounded in the ice cellar.
He had been watching here for a long time, seeing that his companions all had magical weapons at their disposal, and the powerful aura erupting from their bodies made him unable to eat and anxious to get angry.
Seeing that Caesar's arrangements were in place, Fingel could no longer stand and rushed out immediately.
That fierce stance even pulled Caesar and Chu Zihang aside, who were confronting each other.
"Brothers Fingel, don't worry, I will arrange everything for you one by one." Old Tang chuckled.
He completed the forging of two magic weapons in a row without even shedding a drop of sweat. He looked so relaxed and at ease that those who didn't know better thought he was grilling skewers.
Vice-principal Flamel on the other side looked terrified.
Only someone like him who is relatively proficient in alchemy will understand how much energy it takes to refine magic weapons like Murasame and Dictado. Despite Old Tang's calm appearance, in
The imprinted texture on the blade is like a child drawing randomly on it with a paintbrush.
In fact, it is not the case. It is the ultimate peak of alchemy, so that you can have the feeling of reaching the pinnacle and returning to the original. Only then can you condense it. It is no exaggeration to say that with this skill, Flamel is poor.
I have never been able to achieve it in my lifetime.
If these two magical weapons were forged by Flamel, even if he had the drawings and materials, he would not be able to refine them with his current alchemy skills. Even if he was given ten or twenty years, he would not be able to refine them.
, because this is not a matter of time, but the alchemical principles involved are as obscure to him as a book from heaven, and only six and a half of the seven orifices have been understood.
That's why Flamel couldn't help but exclaim, just like a little fanboy who admired Old Tang's various refining methods. Of course, he didn't just watch, but had already taken it
I took out my notebook and started writing and drawing crazily, recording in detail Lao Tang's various refining methods.
Soon several notebooks were filled up and he needed more notebooks.
The surrounding professors who were relatively proficient in alchemy hurriedly handed over their notebooks.
There is no way, they are not strong enough, and they are not even qualified to record these refining methods, because they can't understand Old Tang's alchemical methods at all. Even the vice-principal who is completely proficient in alchemy and has achieved certain attainments in the field of alchemy, in
At this moment, he is only qualified to be a young apprentice assisting the master.
"Quick, quick, I'm out of ink. Bring me a pen. I need more pens."
The vice-principal looked like he was crazy. He stared directly at Old Tang's alchemy steps and processes, and then wrote drawings on the notebook with his hands. At first glance, it looked like some kind of tadpole writing. In fact, this was real alchemy. It was better than the so-called
The Latin is hundreds of times more obscure.
The vice-principal was sometimes excited, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes distressed because a certain alchemical theory could not be verified, and then he started chewing the tip of his pen crazily, until his face and mouth were filled with black ink.
But the professors around him showed no sign of ridicule at all. On the contrary, they showed a deep sense of respect.
Everything Flamel does is making a huge contribution to the field of alchemy, and even this contribution is immeasurable, because the field of alchemy has 'developed' to this day, and there has been a huge gap like a chasm. It can be understood a little bit.
, that is enough to benefit the human field for a lifetime. One can imagine what a great use it would be if it could further develop the field of alchemy!
At this moment, when they heard that the vice-principal said they wanted more pens, some old professors rushed out of the ice cellar to get pens. They even hit their heads on the ground in such a hurry. They didn't care about the pain and still rolled out and crawled out.
Just to get the pen faster.
There is no need to delay, and experience is precious. Every record of Flamel is a big step forward in the field of alchemy.
Fingel watched Old Tang take out a piece of wood-like alchemy material from his body, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "Old Tang, what I want is that weapon. Don't make the wrong one."
"Don't worry, brother, I guarantee your satisfaction." Old Tang said.
"I think..."
Fingel wanted to continue to say something, but before he could finish, a big hand hit him on the head, which immediately made his head buzz.
"You're so stupid! Do you think you're a jerk and didn't see that Master Tang has already started refining? Or do you think Master Tang's skills are limited and he can't refine a weapon that satisfies you? My dear Fingel
classmate!"
The vice-principal's face turned black and he scolded, with such a fierce look that he wanted to swallow Fingel in one gulp.
It's simply unreasonable. Now, Old Tang's alchemy craftsmanship is at a critical stage, and the vice-principal is also obsessed with learning. What's wrong with Fingel?
Fingel was frightened, saying that this was the first time he had seen the vice-principal look so dark, so he quickly smiled and apologized.
"Senior Brother Fingel, don't worry. The material that Old Tang came up with may be better than the two senior brothers. You have found a treasure this time." Lu Mingfei on the side couldn't help but say.
"Really, really?" Fingel was excited and incoherent.
He already believed it, because Lu Mingfei's words were absolute authority, so it was impossible to deceive him.
Lu Mingfei smiled and nodded.
Of course he didn't lie to Fingel. The piece of wood that Old Tang took out actually had the aura of the World Tree. Although not entirely, as long as this kind of thing has a little bit of the World Tree, it is a proper holy material, so
Naturally, the refined weapons cannot be bad.
Old Tang was also completely immersed in his mind and started refining.
The alchemy material in his hand looks like a piece of wood, but in fact it is something containing branches of the world tree. It is because of the breath of the world tree that this piece of wood becomes an excellent alchemy material, and was thus favored by Norton.
Fancy.
At this moment, the piece of wood began to twist and deform under Old Tang's flames, and soon turned into the shape of a spear, with the tip becoming sharper and sharper until it was completely formed.
The flames dissipated, and a cool-looking black spear suddenly appeared.
The pupils of all the professors present, including Caesar Chu Zihang, shrank slightly, because this spear looked just like the Kungunir held by Odin.
However, the next moment a scene that shocked them even more occurred.
I saw Fingel put on a silver-white Odin mask at some point. He stepped forward, grabbed the dark spear, and made a cold whooshing sound from his mouth.