The exhaust fans in the corners of the forge were adjusted to their maximum gear, and they tried their best to expel the scorching heat of the forge chamber, and the air was burning with flames, and the El felt as if they were in the magma underground.

Through the twisted and distorted air, Al blushed and waited for Anglo's commands, and he could feel the familiar feeling slowly returning, every night in the old town of Nack he had faced the flaming Hearthstone and the splattering sparks, and the blood that flowed in El was always engraved with steel and fire.

Andrei's head stretched out at some point to assemble a mechanical helmet, which is the ability given to him by the "strong breeding mecha", almost all the most advanced scientific and technological products on Luban Island are gathered in his body, and there are all kinds of high-tech equipment hidden in his body, you don't even know when he will take out a small nuclear reactor, of course, this kind of thing is simply incomprehensible with the level of technology on land.

The gasoline in a gasoline drum next to Andre has been used up, and the strong output capacity is accompanied by a strong consumption capacity, Andrei raised the "Flame Push" by two gears, and his two soles of his feet have changed into two mechanical suction cups that are firmly attached to the ground, preventing his body from being unable to withstand this majestic thrust.

The rapidly rising heat didn't have much of an effect on the Anglos, and while he didn't fully inherit the dwarves' innate talent for blacksmithing, his leather-like skin could easily withstand the blazing heat, which was their racial talent.

"1950 degrees, 1960 degrees, 1970 degrees...", Anglo's hands trembling slightly as he held the "Sleeping Iron" ore as he stared at the rising temperature on the thermometer.

The best way to prove yourself to your people is to create something that will shock the entire dwarven race. The creation of the "Fighter of Arms" has already given the Anglo some hope of success, but if the "Steel Bone" is successfully created, then the Anglos have the confidence that this masterpiece will definitely be among the "Ten Famous Dwarves".

"2000 degrees!" Anglo's eyes widened, "Al, prepare!"

"Roger!" Al's arm trembled slightly, the scorching heat had made it difficult for him to breathe, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

"Equipment is alive too. Al always kept this sentence in his heart, and Anglo summed up his years of forging experience into this sentence.

Equipment is also alive, which is why we must always have a sense of reverence when refining equipment, the balance of the god of weapons is never in favor of anyone, and all self-righteous blasphemy will make equipment "disabled for life".

And this high temperature wave is the first round of test of the owner's willpower by the equipment.

With a flick of the Anglo wrist, the irregular black ore was thrown into the air, and the sparkling black light was the purest crystallization of the "Sleeping Iron" element.

Immediately afterwards, Anglo picked up the short-handled pointed hammer at his waist, and the golden hammer wind struck the surface of the ore with swiftness and force, and the miscellaneous stones were blown into powder by the hammer wind and turned into glass-like crystals in the flames, and the tissue of the "sleeping iron" fell accurately into the refining vessel.

"Andre, keep raising the temperature!" Anglo put the pointed hammer on his shoulder, and his tone was serious, "El, immediately hammer the 'Sleeping Essence Iron' and let it 'wake up' before the temperature reaches 5,000 degrees!"

"Understood!"

"Sleeping Iron" is a strange metallic substance, its sleeping properties are completely different from the awakening properties, when in the sleeping properties, the hardness of "Sleeping Iron" is even higher than "Rupert's Tears", and after awakening, its physical state is as soft as mercury.

Knowing this, Al increased the hammering power of the Storm Hammer from the start, because this was the only way to unlock the awakening state of the "Sleeping Iron" as soon as possible, which was a painful and long waiting process, and this was the second round of testing of the owner's willpower by the equipment.

Al's left arm muscles provide him with a constant supply of energy, and the red lines of the muscles seem to be carved out of stone, and the thin pale blue line like a gossamer climbs up his biceps from his wrist when Al swings the Wind Hammer, and the purple poison line left over from the previous fight with the ghoul is replaced.

This subtle change was unnoticed even by Al.

After a while, Al's right arm slowly became congested and turned red, and his physical strength was no longer as abundant as it was at the beginning, and the Wind Hammer was like a black hole that continuously sucked Al's physical strength and converted it into a powerful impact.

It's just that the situation of "Sleeping Essence Iron" is somewhat unsatisfactory, and not even a single scratch appears on its surface.

"Control the room, turn on the refrigeration system, hold it for a minute and shut it down immediately. Sensing the cruel torment of the El by the environment, Anglo quickly gave orders to the control room to be on the safe side.

Cold air erupted from the vent behind Al, but it only brought a trace of dispensable coolness, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and the cold air could not fight against the heat wave at all.

The physical and mental torture pressed down on Al's body like a mountain, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"When suffering comes, you have no choice but to resist stubbornly. Al muttered to himself.

Douglas crossed his arms and watched what was happening in the forge room, his mouth closed and silent, as were the members of the research team, although they had calculated everything at the beginning of the plan, theory was theory after all, and the actual situation did not seem to be as rosy as they had expected.

In the process of anxiously waiting, water seemed to be squeezed out of the air, and everyone's eyes were focused on the "sleeping fine iron" of the refining vessel, and even many staunch materialists began to draw crosses on their chests in a decent manner.

But no one noticed, and the door to the observation room behind them was slowly pushed open, and a sneaky head stuck in, looking around for something.

Max immediately spotted the intruder, who was already leaning on the side of the door, and immediately turned sideways to block the voyeur.

"What's the matter?" the cross in the corner of Max's coat shook slightly, and a black shadow covered the man's face.

"Well, I have something to ask Vice President Douglas, could you please inform me of this?" the man scratched his head a little embarrassedly, as if he was a little sorry for his reckless visit.

"Just tell me something. Max saw clearly the nameplate on the white uniform of the visitor, it was a scientific researcher within the Ministry of Armed Forces, and immediately silently withdrew the cross pendant from his sleeve.

"That's right, the security personnel on the periphery of the Ministry of Armed Forces are in some trouble, and they may need to be dealt with by Vice Chancellor Douglas personally," the scientific researcher lowered his voice, "It was Cook from the warden of the Sea Boundary Prison who came to visit in person, saying that he wanted to discuss something important with Vice Chancellor Douglas, and it seems that he also brought someone from the Crusaders." ”

"Didn't you tell them that the Vice Chancellor refused to see guests today?" Max showed a faint look of disgust on his face for the first time, "Who told him that the Vice Chancellor was in the Armed Forces?"

"We said," the researcher hurriedly waved his hand with a look of embarrassment, "but he got the news out of nowhere that the Vice Chancellor was in the Armed Forces Department, and that he had come here on an order from the royal family, so we can't enforce coercive measures against him, after all..."

"Okay, I see, you go get busy first. ”

"Okay, okay. Relieved, he hurriedly closed the door and left.

Max hesitated for a moment in front of the door, he really couldn't think of what the purpose of the infamous Cook had come to the Imperial Military Academy at this time.

Max quietly came to Douglas's side and truthfully conveyed to him the situation outside the armed forces, during which Douglas kept his face black, and it seemed that he did not have much affection for the warden of the Sea Prison.

Douglas didn't speak, he didn't bother the others, he stuffed his pipe into the small tin box around his waist, and walked out of the observation room first through the crowd.

Max stood still, staring at Al in the mirror, who was almost set ablaze by flames, for a moment, before following Douglas out of the observation room.

Outside the Armed Forces, a special squad stood side by side at the entrance to the Armed Forces, like a wall blocking anyone from entering.

"Dodor, following Nolan has really changed you a bit, and you've become a no-brainer," Cook lowered his head and trimmed his nails with small scissors, but the corners of his mouth had a malicious smile, "You dare to talk to me in that tone now, do you?"

"Master Cook, you were my boss and you were kind to me, so I respect you. But the Academy's Armed Forces Department is a highly classified place, and you can't enter it at will. A middle-aged man who looked very similar to Conrad, the leader of the Special Squad Ichiban team, stood opposite Cook, his voice high and powerful.

"Dord, are you a bad ear? I said, I'm here for Douglas, and I'm not interested in your bullshit secrets, and I don't understand them. But if you're secretly developing some mechanical beauty, maybe I can make some suggestions, hehe. ”

"Mr. Cook, please be mindful of your words and actions. Duoduo grasped the dagger at his waist with one hand, and there was already some displeasure between his words, but because of Cook's special status, he did not attack, and the team members around him were also angry.

"Yo, Duoduo, it seems that your wings are stiff, even if your brother Conrad is in front of me, you have to kneel down obediently, you are the captain of the second team of the special squad, but you are eliminated by the first team, and you are also qualified to fight me!huh?"

Cook gestured, and the two Crusader soldiers immediately stepped forward to stand between Cook and Dord.

Dodor had not lost his mind at Cook's words, having worked in the Sea Prison for a while, and he knew best that it was a human purgatory, and that Cook and his men were like the Ten Yamas who took pleasure in torturing imps. If he attacks him out of control, he will fall into his tricks, and being imprisoned in the Sea Boundary Prison is equivalent to falling into the mouth of a tiger, so he can't be impulsive.

"Mr. Cook, my brother and I have never knelt for anyone, not even the slightest drop in the face of death. Dodor stretched out his arms in front of the team, calming their agitation, whose wrists were still bandaged.

"Waste is waste everywhere, no matter how much nonsense you say—" Cook looked at Dodor with contempt.

Before Cook could finish speaking, the heavy metal door of the Ministry of Armed Forces was slammed open.

Then, Douglas's sturdy figure slowly walked out, his face clouded, two iron fists flickering under the trench coat, dark gray lines wrapped around the surface of his fists, and even the surrounding air was twisting and deformed.