Chapter 1083: Finding the Secret in the Sand Sea (5)

At the same time, in the black market of Cairo, in the stone house of Odin's father.

Segrade was a little dazzled to watch. In front of the leopard man youth was a dazzling array of countless rare weapons, each of which was a priceless treasure. I didn't expect such a dilapidated stone house to be filled with such a number of treasures!

And Daddy Odin, who made these rare weapons, is holding his hammer at the moment, and he is repeatedly beating on an iron ingot, the rhythm is so rigorous that it seems to be an accurate clock.

"What are you waiting for, kitten?" Daddy Odin glared at Segrade, "Sit down over there." There's a bunch of parts on the table, try to put them together. Segrade dropped his luggage and reluctantly walked over to the table and sat down. He glanced at the pile of inexplicable things on the table, and couldn't help but wonder even more: "You...... "Anything," Daddy Odin said nonchalantly, "it could be a gun, a sword, or even something inexplicable that wasn't even a weapon." Anyway, you can do whatever you want. An hour later I looked at the receipt. "This is the test. Segrade understood in an instant.

Daddy Odin hasn't been able to fully trust the Leopard Youth. Daddy seems to have a special wariness of felines, and seems to believe that cats are playful and careless, and it is impossible to make any good weapons, let alone be a good weapon maker.

Being so despised, Segrade couldn't help but wonder in his heart. It seems that he has to work a little harder and make something amazing to surprise the old man who looks down on people.

But, then again...... The pile on the table was a pile of steel scraps, not only of different shapes, but also irregular to the extreme, not even a three-dimensional puzzle. Can you really assemble any useful utensils with this kind of thing? A cold sweat broke out on Segrade's forehead.

Anyway, let's pick it up and build it first.

The young leopard man carefully picked up two pieces of iron from the table and tried to put them together.

No, not at all.

There seems to be some kind of magnetic repulsion between the pieces of iron, and when they are docked together, they begin to repel each other, and the closer they get, the greater the repulsion. When the young leopard man tried to forcibly merge the two pieces of iron together, they resisted so violently that they broke away from Segrade's hands and flew out, one smashed into Segrade's face, and the other flew out parabolically and landed on the ground.

"Whew. Father Odin sneered, didn't even glance at the leopard man, and continued to knock on his ingot.

"Whew. Segrade touched his cat face. It was as if he had been slapped in the face, and the pain caused by the iron piece hitting his cheek was unforgettable.

It's just a toy. Segrade could clearly feel the nature of the pile of scrap metal in front of him.

It's just a toy. As long as these seemingly irregular pieces of iron are assembled, they will definitely become a certain shape. But it's just a meaningless, worthless, just for play, a toy.

It's just a toy – but Segrade can't even assemble a toy!

When he picked up another piece of iron, it was in the shape of a face, and even it was laughing at the young leopard man! What a joke! It was just a stupid toy!

Segrade was more serious, and green tendons couldn't help but appear on the corners of his forehead. Even if you're in a hurry, you've got to get this damn toy right!

An hour later.

"Uh......h "The leopard man young man had green smoke on his head, his head was hot as if he was having a fever, and he lay on the table weakly, in a state of complete abandonment.

The most hateful thing is Daddy Odin, this guy has been knocking on the iron for an hour, and the tinkling sound not only makes the leopard man youth completely unable to concentrate, but also makes the already irritable Segrade even more irritable!

"Can you stop knocking on the meow!" Maybe it was just anger for no reason, and the leopard man youth finally couldn't help but shout: "It's so annoying, meow! You keep knocking like this, how can I calm down and solve this puzzle Meow?!" "Puzzle?" Odin Daddy sneered at the leopard man young man with a contemptuous sneer: "Did you understand one thing wrong?" "Uh...... "This pile of things for you wasn't a mystery in the first place. Daddy Odin said mysteriously: "It's not a puzzle, it's not something that can be built in a fixed order. If you really want to build it, don't rely on logic, build it in other ways. I can only tell you so much, if you can comprehend it, you should comprehend it, and if you can't, you should get out. Segrade gave Daddy Odin a blank look and remained silent. Although he had so many things he wanted to complain about, he knew very well that complaining to such a stubborn old man would not help. Instead of complaining, take more time to think and try.

If you want to build this pile of scrap iron in a certain shape, you don't rely on logic, what else can you rely on?

Probably, you can only rely on intuition.

In this way, the other qiē is superfluous.

Since it is not possible to judge how these pieces of iron are docked from the shape, then the vision is superfluous;

Since there is no need to think about the rules by which these iron rules are connected, then the thought is superfluous;

The only thing Segrade can do at the moment is to relax with all its might and let the sensations in your body follow you.

...... To put it bluntly, it's all about luck.

The leopard man took a deep breath, took off his shirt, and blindfolded himself with it.

"Oh?" Daddy Odin let out a mysterious grunt when he saw Segrade's strange behavior.

Segrade is too lazy to listen, too lazy to care. He even used the sleeves of his shirt to plug his cat ears into the door, trying not to let himself be affected by the damn sound of the iron.

He tried to do something that the Turkic elephants were often taught him to do, but few of the impatient leopard youths did—meditation.

Let the spirit precipitate, let the consciousness return to nothing after extreme concentration.

Then man will enter a transcendent spiritual realm, forgetting the self, but expanding the self infinitely, extending it throughout the universe.

Then the world of Segrade fell silent. He sank into absolute silence and darkness, and the tinkling of iron in his ears could no longer affect him, even though he was here, his heart was thousands of miles away.

The leopard man youth slowly stretched out his hands and groped among these chaotic pieces of iron. Not for the sake of masonry, but for the purpose of understanding and analyzing the essence of these pieces of iron with the body and mind—some kind of essence beyond their physical properties.

At this moment, these thousands of iron fragments of different sizes and shapes are a universe.

This seemingly chaotic and chaotic universe must have some kind of order. As long as this order is found, it will be solved in a qiē -

Or maybe it wasn't Segrade who found order in this little universe, but this order that found him?

The leopard man grabbed two pieces of iron at the same time with both hands and put them together.

This time, the pieces of iron did not repel each other, but obediently put together into one, a seamless one.

The moment the first correct step was established, some kind of inspiration poured into the Leopard Youth's mind like flowing water. His hands began to work wildly, splicing together the pieces of iron on the table, one by one! It's getting bigger, it's getting more and more right, and it's getting more and more like a particular shape.

At the moment when Segrad put the last piece of shards on it, a black hammer with wonderful micro-cracks on the surface fell into the hands of the leopard youth!

The annoying sound of the iron knocking in Segrade's ears also stopped unconsciously.

"You really have [that] talent...... Daddy Odin stopped what he was doing.

It was some kind of special talent that even the magic swordsman Solal didn't have. It is precisely because of this talent that a dragon hunter can truly be called a dragon hunter, able to create a weapon that only a dragon hunter can make - dragon martial arts.

"Is that your answer?" asked Daddy, ripping off the leopard-man youth's hooded shirt.

Segrade didn't answer, but stared intently at the hammer in his hand. It seemed that the thing had a will of its own, and it was congratulating the young man in its own way—

It honestly lay in the hands of the leopard man's youth, from its size to its weight, from the thickness of the grip to the center of gravity of the hammer, as if it had been a tool tailor-made for Segrade from the beginning.

"Qualified. Let it be used, Dragonhunter's Forge Hammer. Odin recounted in a low voice, a voice that was smooth and powerful, with almost no emotional fluctuations.

Segrade held his forging hammer and involuntarily glanced at the divine weapons around him: "Use this... Can you create the same magic meow as these?" "With this, you can create your own weapon. The old man replied ambiguously.

As for whether they belong to the category of divine weapons, we will only know if Segrade has really tried.

"It seems to be qualified. The magic swordsman Soral heard the sound of the iron in the house disappear, and guessed about it, and at this time he couldn't wait to peek in from the window to announce the good news: "Congratulations, my friend!" "Verbosity!" Odin scolded fiercely, "Who let you into my house? Get out!" "I just took a look...... "No, my descendants have no right to enter my workshop! I can't even look at it!" Daddy wielded a hammer and drove Solal away from the window.

Segrade felt a subtle sense of accomplishment. Even Solal was not allowed to enter this workshop, but Father Odin allowed the leopard youth to enter from the beginning. Perhaps he has already gone further than others, in every sense of the word.