If it is on Earth, even if the equipment environment is up to standard and the resources are sufficient, it is not easy to complete a set of equipment with performance equivalent to Michael's latest generation of warframes. Normally, it would take several weeks. In the case of Nidavel's foundry, the dwarve's advanced weapon technology and magical knowledge can be greatly reduced. But even then it would take a day or two at the earliest, and what they lacked most now was time.

However, according to Michael's plan, the Ulu molten iron heated to the extreme temperature was directly poured into the furnace, and the high-temperature Ulu Gold was cast directly into the armor on his body. This eliminates the need to design a completely new set of armor from scratch, and the process is very simple and can be completed in less than an hour.

Everything is ready to go. The huge iron bucket was filled with molten iron, and the spell was activated, and abundant divine power was directly introduced from the tree of life, and boiling bubbles continued to rise from the bottom to the surface of the liquid, and then exploded one after another.

"The time is almost there." Itri stood in the suspended walkway above the furnace and rubbed his palms together. It was also an unprecedented attempt for the craftsman. A mysterious super-strong metal from Earth (vibranium), an extraterrestrial alloy (Cree Metal) mixed in, and finally Urugin, which is unique to the Divine Domain. The Master Craftsman couldn't wait to see what would happen when three high-level materials were mixed in the Neutron Star Forge, the most powerful forge in the Nine Realms, unique to the Dwarven Lands.

He looked sideways at Michael, "Well, I suggest maybe you'd better take this gear off." Otherwise...... You're probably going to have to jump in on your own. He glanced down, and the magma-colored bubbles in the furnace were bursting one after another, "And I wouldn't advise you to do that." ”

The four Asgardian warriors who followed behind also cast curious glances. The mortals of the Atrium had never lifted his armor from beginning to end, and they were also a little curious about what such a powerful warrior deity looked like.

"Of course."

Michael replied lightly, the armor parts had begun to separate from each other, opening the exit from the front and back. Michael, dressed in a black suit and tie, stepped back from the back of his armor, and the armor closed automatically. But the power supply was not cut off, the V-mirror still shone with a pale blue glow, and the armor was still active. Although the function of the armor is very limited in the absence of a driver, it can still receive simple commands from Michael with brain waves for remote control within a certain limit.

Several Asgardians originally expected that such a powerful warrior must be tall and sturdy, full of muscles, but they did not expect that out of the armor was a well-mannered, even slightly thin young man, which was completely inconsistent with the traditional Asgardian impression of warriors.

It was such a mortal who killed the Emir Giant Ancestor in three strokes and five by two

It seems even more unreasonable than before.

"That's it." "Uru Molten Iron is at its best, and your armor can go in at any moment," said Itri. ”

Michael didn't answer, just stepped forward and stood on the edge of the hanging walkway. The armor began to move under the influence of his mind, and its low-hanging helmet was lifted and strode to the edge of the aisle. It looked straight at the furnace, its eyepiece reflecting a fire that could devour everything.

Then it jumped. The blue-black armor "poof" fell into the tumbling lava. The fiery snakes hissed and jumped, as if countless flaming hands had pressed their armor into the furnace, and even their silhouettes gradually faded away.

Itri stared at the furnace for a long time, until he felt the right time, then he waved his hand and shouted at the top of his voice, "Now! ”

The dwarves in the foundry received the order and immediately activated the machine. The mouth of the overturned barrel of scorching molten iron fell high like a waterfall radiating a wave of heat. The molten iron smashed into the furnace, and the majestic magic of Urujin was quickly poured in.

Thousands of golden rays burst out in an instant, and the golden light filled the furnace, as if all the molten iron flowing in it had become a part of the light. Itri's boast that his furnace would be as bright as a billion suns the moment the spell was in effect and the divine power was poured into it was obviously bragging, but it didn't seem unfounded. The divine golden light pierced the entire foundry, and everyone had to raise their hands to block it, as if even if they couldn't cover their eyes, the golden light could not stop it from spilling into the retina. But this light is not at all aggressive, bathing in it only makes people feel warm all over the body, and it is indescribably used.

The Ulu molten iron in the iron bucket was completely emptied, and the huge barrel followed closely and turned back to its original position. The light in the furnace had subsided, but the bubbles were still exploding and the lava was still churning.

"Keep your eyes peeled, this isn't the next time you'll get a chance to see it in your life."

Itri said that, but judging by the way his eyes lit up and he looked like a child excited, he probably had never seen it.

Yes, who would have had the chance to see such a spectacle, vibranium, Kree, and the magical Ulujin, plus the neutron star furnace of Nidavil, and the blessing of Odin himself with spells...... Even Itri, who had seen a lot of things and had crafted all kinds of artifacts, couldn't help but eagerly wait to see what kind of peerless artifact would come out of this furnace.

"Almost." Michael said with his hands in his pockets.

Everyone's eyes widened and they stared at the furnace without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing a single detail of such an artifact.

It came out. Black silhouettes emerge from beneath the calming surface, and pitch-black shadows break through the lava. Hot molten iron flowed down the iron-black shell, and the steel helmet looked up at the sky, red-hot liquid dripping from the sides of its cheeks, revealing a V-shaped eyepiece as blue and gray as iron.

Violent waves erupted in the molten iron, and the black shadow of steel burst out, and the red-hot molten iron trickled down against the solid shell. With a torch-like tail flame behind it, it flew high out of the furnace and hovered over the side of the aisle, its entire body seared as black as Thor's hammer, and the residual heat of the furnace outlined the angular fiery red lines. It hung in mid-air, and from a distance of several meters, everyone could clearly see the formidable spirit that could be revealed from this air suit.

It was a god-like aura that overwhelmed people.

The King of the Dwarves held his breath and stared at the iron-black armor for a long time before turning his head slowly.

"I'm not saying I've never made something better, but this one is really unique." He commented.

"yes." Michael's hands were still in his pockets, and he tilted his head to look at the V-shaped eyepiece, as if exchanging glances with his suit.

“...... He was perfect. ”