Illman's smooth set of swordsmanship danced several times, and each time he saw that in the eyes of Captain Sainz, the mastery of the sword momentum had improved to varying degrees.

Until the last trick was over, Captain Sainz was already stunned.

He already knew that his son's qualifications were not bad, but he didn't expect that Yilman would be able to use his sword to this extent at this age, which was not only not bad, but simply too good.

When he saw the obsession, he saw that Yilman collected the sword momentum like autumn rain, and slowly spoke:

"Ninth level, father, I have broken through the ninth level. ”

"What?" Captain Sainz didn't believe his ears for a while, worried that he was too happy, causing him to hallucinate: "What did you just say?"

"Father, I've broken through the ninth level of the Warriors!" Ilman looked up tremblingly, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes.

As the son of the commander of the city defense corps, he has the surname of the Swan family in his name, and only he knows how heavy the pressure he needs to carry to practice in the Battle Spirit Academy.

And now, he can finally loudly dismiss all doubts:

I, I'm I'm not a mediocre!

"Yes, yes, you didn't disappoint me!"

Captain Sainz was also a little overwhelmed with excitement, and could only pat Ilman on the shoulder.

Finally getting his father's affirmation, Ilman turned around with satisfaction and said to Charles:

"Thank you, Charles, this sword is really amazing!"

"It's easy to use, it's easy to use, give me the sword first, this is just a sample, I can't give it to you. Charles nodded indifferently, and reached out to take the sword away.

Looking at Charles's big hand, Yilman subconsciously took a half step back, tilted his sword slightly, and wanted to hide behind him:

"Samples? I don't believe it! This is the best sword. ”

"It's true, this sword is really just a sample, if you just take it and leave my field, in a few days, it will-"

Charles said, hooking his fingers, summoning a fist-sized iron ball from his own steel sledgehammer, then revoking control of the iron ball.

I saw the iron ball fall to the ground, and after a while, it began to expand, bloated and deformed, and in the blink of an eye, it became an irregular iron block the size of a human head.

Looking at the scrap metal on the ground, Yillman only felt that his heart was pinched, and the pain was extremely great, and he couldn't help but murmur, "That's it?"

"Well, these steel elements were forcibly formed by me with my spiritual power, and once they lose my spiritual power suppression, they will change back to what they should be. ”

The hilt and blade of this sample sword were forged by the same means of mental power, and if it was given to Yilman like this, it would turn into a scrap metal in less than two days.

"What then?" After listening to Charles's explanation, the father and son immediately became anxious and asked in unison.

Charles pointed to the casting table that had already lit a blazing fire, and then shook his apron:

"You know, my house is iron-struck. ”

"You mean...... Use cast iron to make this sword?" Captain Sainz saw the people and reacted immediately.

"Well, that's right, and I have a surprise for you. Charles snatched the sample sword from Ilman's hand and bought it by the way.

Casting weapons is a craft handed down by the Griffin family, but there is a Warhammer family's magic weapon workshop in Wangcheng, and there is no market for selling weapons, so the family sells ordinary iron tools instead.

In the past, Charles had no talent, and every time his father Jonathan returned from a military break, he would pull Charles and teach him the art of blacksmithing, which had been passed down from his family.

And die-casting is also the top priority of the family casting process.

Charles asked Mebis to maintain the shape of the sample sword, evacuate all the steel elements that had been molded into it, divide it into a dozen steel bars, and probe into the furnace along with the sword.

The furnace had been burning for a while, and the sample sword and steel bars were calcined in the furnace until they were red, and Charles took the hammer down:

"Bell!"

Picking up the forging hammer after a long absence, Charles's mind was full of his father's tall and thick back when he demonstrated his skills.

In the past, he was just watching, but now he tried to recall his father's hammer technique, holding the forging hammer in his hand, and every hammer went down, it was a confirmation of his father's teachings.

The family heirloom casting process is simple and ordinary, and there is nothing special about it, what is required is the precise mastery of each hammer by the forger.

The red-hot steel bar was attached to the blade and repeatedly forged to recast it with the sample sword.

Gradually, all the separated steel bars were forged back into the sample sword.

"Whew-"

The reddish blade was immersed in cold water to cool down, making a piercing sound.

"Okay, remember the result of our discussion last night, now concentrate your mental power and engrave this sword with a mark!"

At this moment, Mebis's voice rang out.

This is the new method that the two of them learned from the black sword gang, engraved the mark!

In their daily cultivation, senior general-level masters will subtly cast a "only for my use" signal to the elements close to them.

Over time, this will be received by the element, and a code that activates the element will be subtly formed, which is the engraved mark in Mebis's mouth.

It may be that the Chosen One of the same elemental talents has similar control authority over the elements, but once the code is formed, it is almost impossible to decipher this code in the form of signal fluctuations with the understanding of the elements of this world.

This is the most fundamental reason why the out-of-body battle gang is not afraid of magic control.

And the so-called magic weapon is a weapon forged by collecting meteorite iron from outside the sky, or extremely deep mineral deposits, in addition to being strong and sharp itself, the biggest feature is that it is not controlled by any magic.

Once Charles has engraved a steel weapon with his own sigil, then he will be the only one who can control the sword with mental power.

It can be said that as long as Charles does not interfere with the control of this sword, then this is a magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Charles nodded silently, trying to completely penetrate the entire sword with his spiritual power, ensuring that his field was connected to all the steel elements on the sword.

According to Mebis's estimates, the mental power required for such an encryption method is at least dozens of times that of using magic of the same magnitude, or even more.

The spiritual power of an ordinary eight-ring mage can probably mobilize three hundred first-level magic, while Charles does not need to go through crystallization in the process of invoking the elements, so the loss of spiritual power is lower, and he can invoke about five hundred first-level magic.

Charles roughly estimated the total amount of steel elements in this sword, and if the combination of elements was not changed, it would be about ten times that of ordinary first-level magic.

No matter, try it first!

He took a deep breath and opened up his spiritual power, engraved his spiritual power imprint on each element.

"What?!"

To Charles's surprise, although the process of engraving the seal was successful, the consumption of mental power far exceeded Mebis's expectations, and it was not dozens of times at all.

It's hundreds of times!

The spiritual power bottomed out almost instantly, and Charles's face turned white in an instant.

"Charles, stop! I'll do the rest!"

Apparently aware of Charles's abnormal loss of mental power, Mebis stopped Charles' engraving in time and took over the rest of the engraving.

"Charles, are you alright!" Captain Sainz had been observing Charles's state, and when he saw his pale face at the moment, he knew that something was wrong.

He had a lot of experience, and at a glance he could see that this was a sign of excessive mental power consumption, almost at the limit.

Yilman hurriedly took a step forward to help Charles, but he saw him raise a big hand and stopped:

"I'm fine, it's going to last a while, can you ......"

It's already time for Mebis to cast spells, and Charles is just standing and pretending to be a façade, but he can feel the speed of this loss of mental power, and I'm afraid that Mebis's inventory is not enough.

Thinking of this, Charleston paused, and said a little embarrassed, "Can you help me prepare some food?"

"Oh, well, I'll have someone prepare a lunch for three!"

"Wait—"

"What else?" asked Ilman, who had just taken two steps away, turned around and nervously asked.

"Can you prepare a portion for ten people?" Charles's pale face quietly crept up with a hint of embarrassment.

“... Uh, well..."Although I don't know why, Illman still went to eat.

In the somewhat worried eyes of Captain Sainz, Charles smiled slightly, indicating that he was really fine.

He wasn't really fine, and it wasn't surprising that Mebis's mental power reserves were not enough to maintain the consumption of the engraved seal, and at this moment he had already begun to feel that his physical strength was rapidly draining.

"Mebis, how much longer?"

"Don't worry, it won't make you unconscious this time, at most ......"

"At most, what?"

"I'll give you the strength to eat, don't worry. ”

Charles seriously suspected that Mebis was enriching himself, and according to his estimates, it would take at most twice his mental power to engrave the long sword.

It is known that Mebis's mental power is not inferior to his own, so now the physical strength he has lost must have gone into Mebis's pocket.

"It's almost there, don't let me make a fool of myself here!"

After a few minutes of silence, Mebis finally spoke lightly, with a hint of unfinished pity in his words:

"Well, that's it, it should be enough. ”

Damn, he really absorbed it a lot, and he didn't even have the least cover-up, so he was so arrogant.

In the concerned eyes of the father and son, Charles not only looked worse and worse, but even couldn't stand steadily, and finally stumbled and was about to fall to the ground.

"Charles!"

Father and son stepped forward at the same time, supporting Charles on the left and right.

Letting the father and son support him, Charles barely raised his hand, and a long-handled hollow sword engraved with strange patterns slowly floated out of the pool under the cold winter sun.

"Now, this is your sword!"