"This is the world of gods!" said Emperor Andrés Cesa Hilfa, who was in the prime of life with blonde hair and blue eyes, as he roared before the Continental Congress, "We are all gods!" His unabashed haughty voice echoed through the empty dome, pricking the eardrums of the surrounding heads of state. He suddenly raised his hand, his eyes staring ahead, and a strange beast quickly appeared in the center of the huge circular conference table.

Knowing that it was a spirit formed by the convergence of spiritual power, it still made the heads of state sitting at the table break out in a cold sweat, and they all left their seats and retreated, and the luxurious chairs fell to the ground in a disorderly manner.

The alien beast is obviously a gathering of spiritual power, but it has achieved a state of vividness and vividness. The beast had the head of a leopard, the body of a human woman, and a pair of hands with bright claws, born from bones. It was on all fours, its body low, and its leopard eyes looked around with a defiant look. Then he turned around and turned down, and instantly transformed into a leopard with a sturdy body, and his eyes swept over everyone.

Emperor Hilfa looked at the embarrassed and surprised appearance of the kings, looked up to the sky and laughed, unstoppable. The leopard returned to his side and sat down quietly.

"Hilfa!" The white beard of the Northern Snow Realm Lord Londesor trembled with excitement, and he shouted angrily, "What did you take the promise of the ancestors for, and where did you leave your imperial legacy?"

Emperor Hilfa sneered softly: "Pedantic!"

"Pedantic, that's the truth of the world that our ancestors paid the price of blood! Didn't your ancestors tell you what a terrible price the War of the Fallen Gods cost the Tivak Continent?"

An elderly raccoon man wore a luxurious crown inlaid with colorful gemstones, and asked in a loud voice, "The concentration of magic energy is the Dulu radiating outward from the center of Black Eagle City, the capital of your Hilfa Empire, so you are not worried that your Black Eagle City will be razed to ruins by demonic beasts?"

Without waiting for Emperor Hilfa to answer the question of the King of the Federation, Cole Helrington, a general from the Eastern Ancient Kingdom, asked in a cold voice: "Every generation of Hilfa emperors has kept the oath of their ancestors, and you have betrayed not only your people, but also the entire continent by reviving your spiritual power without authorization!"

Another lord shouted, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Foolish!" said Emperor Hilfa, furious, and he leaned forward to glare at the kings like a fierce vulture, "you stupid and pedantic kings! you are worthy of being kings? What 'pact of silence' is nothing but a rat thrower! this god-given ability...... You have pushed all the nations of the continent to ban it, and now the religions of the countries explain the loss of spirituality as a divine punishment...... The pact of silence that abandons this power is the greatest blasphemy against God!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his eyes open again with contempt, indifference, mockery, and solipsistic arrogance.

"Besides," he slowly turned to everyone, "what has been passed down from generation to generation in our Hilfa Empire is not only the contract, but also the shame behind the contract. My ancestors did not agree to this perverse practice, and were coerced by force by your ancestors. This kind of contract, I'm Andres Sesa Hilfa will never admit it! Successive kings have appeared in my dreams and told me their regrets. ”

The crowd looked at him in amazement, like a madman.

"Sinner?" he sneered again, "I will be the only king of this continent." ”

As the words fell, he slapped the table. With the sound of "pop", everything around the round table room changed. As if the wallpaper was peeling off, or as if the ashes had been blown away by the wind, the heads of state stared at the real face around them with wide eyes. What kind of conference room is this? It's a huge steel cage.

The ornate dome of the conference room vanished, leaving behind an almost identical cage vault. The cage is almost identical to the basic structure of the conference room, except that the walls are replaced by partitions made of stainless steel. There are no ornate curtains, no murals, no national emblems, only the skeleton of a cage made of stainless steel.

The kings were astonished: Could it be that this meeting room and the whole house were illusions of spiritual power...... What kind of strong imagination is required for such a realistic visualization?

Looking back, Emperor Hilfa was gone, leaving the leopard in its cage to confront them.

Hilfa's voice came from nowhere: "You should try to survive, survive and take a good look at this world, how beautiful it will become, see how my Hilfa Empire can return to its former glory, and see how human beings can rule this continent under the governance of the Hilfa Empire!"

"Andres, you're crazy!" roared a Führer, "History will sign you the Mad King!"

Shouts of killing were already ringing in the valley outside, and it was the soldiers of the empire who were ambushing and suppressing the guards brought by the various countries.

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Ian's hard work for days has finally borne fruit.

Winna's tower shield and sword, Giggs's dagger, Achilles' axe...... His tailor-made weapons for each person are finally complete. In order to accurately craft the blade that the user can handle, Ian not only worked the materials, but also carefully understood each one's fighting style.

He made a light dagger for Maggie. He remembered that Maggie and had a feud, and that he had seen two short daggers in Maggie's hand in the tavern. Short and dull, but you will never doubt their sharpness, which is something only assassins use. Although he felt that he might be taboo, in order not to make a mistake, he finally had the courage to go to Maggie to borrow her weapon.

Luckily, I borrowed it and looked at it. When I held it in my hand, I realized that the short dagger was so heavy.

"I don't like to use fluffy weapons. Maggie smiled mysteriously, "No touch." ”

With this experience, Ian simply borrowed weapons from everyone to study - weight, size, special grip habits, the degree and part of wear and tear used, all of which could tell him what the weapon's owner's combat preferences were. It didn't take much asking for Ian to discover the fighting habits of each of them.

Fortunately, most of them were very cooperative, except for Titi.

The haughty half-elf refused to let Ian inspect her bow and arrows.

"You don't need to remake it for me," her voice expressed a willingness to keep her distance, "Bow making requires carpenter's knowledge, and you don't have it." ”

Ian admits that his skill at making bows and arrows is indeed not comparable to that of elven archers. But Titi said this in front of everyone, which somewhat embarrassed him.

"Titi, if you don't want anything, will you send me the materials?" Wen Na cheekily pasted over, "You see that my weapons are both swords and shields, and they must be particularly material-consuming......"

"You go and prepare the materials yourself......" Titi, although her voice was good, obviously couldn't say anything about the flamboyant Wenna, "my materials, I want to make something else!"

"Oh......" Winna laughed, leaning back, "I thought you didn't need him to make it!"

Titi's face was slightly red, and she didn't pay attention to her anymore, but said to Ian, "You can look at these materials, I don't know what to do." ”

"Where is this tone of begging for help," Maggie sneered on the side, "after all, it's the eldest lady!"

Ian looked at something wrong, and hurriedly spoke before Titi had a seizure: "Understood, I'll do it myself, but I still want to see your bow ......"

"Okay......" pulled her gaze away from Maggie. Although he thought it was strange that Ian insisted on checking his bow and arrows, he unloaded the bow from his back and handed it over.

Ian weighed it in his hand, carefully observed the grip, and even tried to pull the bowstring, but it was really just to estimate how much arm and wrist strength Titi had, and the size of the palm.

Except for Titi who put a lot of effort here, everyone else was very cooperative. Preferences, habits, ways of fighting, you know everything.

Now, it's finally done. Ian gave Leila a solemn and awkward bow as a token of gratitude. During this time, she was obsessed with studying all kinds of Warcraft materials sent by the mercenary group, many of which she had never seen before, and her own research also benefited a lot, and at this time, she was a little embarrassed to be grateful to Ian.

As a token of appreciation, Ian crafted a lightweight bracer for her from the Manticore. Leila is a scholar after all, and most of the time she doesn't need them, but it's better to wear them as a light self-defense device when she occasionally goes out into the field. What's more, the material of the manticore is much more reliable than the average leather armor.

The short dagger made for Maggie was named "Vespa", and Ian used the manticore's tail spike to make a blade, which was thin and narrow, like a nail thorn. In order to achieve the weight that Maggie wanted, he incorporated a touch of Michaelic tungsten steel into the blade, and the hilt was also made of dense ebony. It was also in mind that the assassin used it to make the dagger look as inconspicuous as possible and at the same time easy to carry.

What was given to Giggs was a short knife. The red-beaked birdman feathers he provided have a stiff and tough body and sharp bristles, which can enhance the sharpness of the blade when fused with white steel, and at the same time will be much lighter than ordinary knives. Ian imagined that at the speed of Giggs, fighting a monster with this knife would be like a tough silk thread, and even the toughest carapace would be as fragile as paper.

So Ian gave it an interesting name: "Paper Cutter".

The giant shield in her right hand is a tower shield, almost about her height and fairly reliable defense, and in her left hand is a long sword. The Star Spirit Ore she sent can suppress magic elements, and when used to strengthen the longsword, it can deal additional damage to spirits. Seeing the core of the Sunflame Beast, Ian immediately remembered the clasp made of the core of the corpse carp on his body.

Wenna can also use psionic powers, so if she can make such an equipment as the corpse carp cloak, it is undoubtedly the best choice. It's a pity that I went through a lot of ancient books with Lyra, but I couldn't prove that the core of the Sun Flame Beast had anything to do with spiritual power. Its only purpose is to increase the user's protection against flames. In the end, the core had to be integrated into Wenna's tower shield, so that it could gain the characteristics of fire protection.

Considering that this was a modification of the original weapon, Ian did not name the weapon separately.

Also unnamed are Achilles' short axe, Alto's mechanical arm, and Babich's rapier. Also, the two-handed sword that Sid had worked on, Ian didn't name - he left that power to his user, Sid.