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The tidal wave of black undead commanded by Silver Dust gathered the metal into a pile, and then opened a golden door of light in the void, and behind the door of light was the feed port of a machine.

The inlet was large enough to fit into a train car.

With a wave of his hand, the pile of metal was poured into the feed port, and then the light door closed, and Silver Dust closed his eyes and stood still, at this time he needed to manipulate the machine in the war space with his mind.

Yinchen closed his eyes, and a certain node in the production line appeared in front of him, and this node was what he was going to use now.

It was a huge glass ball with a diameter of 30 meters, which looked like a big bubble, and the periphery of the glass ball was inlaid with an iron ring, which was at least six meters wide, 43 meters in diameter and 30 meters in diameter, and the gap between it and the glass ball was no more than one millionth of a millimeter!

Silver Dust would not be foolish enough to think that the glass ball was really made of glass, it must be some kind of synthetic material that he couldn't even understand, the Canonial civilization did not contain any magical power, but the civilization height it showed was definitely not any point lower than Gabroyle, and it was at least more advanced than the Wind Source Continent for more than a thousand years.

A faint roar slowly erupted from the huge hoop, and a violent noise rang out from one end of the hoop. A large mass of metal shards was ejected into the glass ball with a bang, but it was not affected by any gravity, or it was bound by some more powerful force, and it was silently suspended in the center of the glass ball.

"Spatial homogeneous vector static gravity field, this is even more powerful than the highest-level Higgs force field!" Silver Dust exclaimed slightly, and his calm face couldn't help but show an excited smile.

He manipulated the machine, and soon a blue-green spot of light appeared on the transparent glass ball, the light spot was very dazzling, and despite the multiple low-light layers on the glass ball, Silver Dust also felt that it was very dazzling.

The spot slowly grew larger, turning into an oval cluster of light close to the size of a palm, and then a thin pillar of blue-green fire shot out from the light cluster.

That's right, it's the pillar of fire, a flame even more terrifying than the so-called Ugin fire in this world. Silver Dust didn't have the courage to know the exact temperature of that flame, he only knew that it could melt everything.

That is the turbulent plasma stabilizer flame that only the technologically civilized world can produce.

Wherever the flame passed, all metal turned into a bright red liquid, curled up in a clump under the force field. The flame light cluster that was clinging to the inner wall of the glass ball also began to swim around against the inner wall of the glass ball at this moment, but it always spewed out a thin pillar of blue-green light. After a while, a second spot formed on the inner wall of the orb and began to spray a pillar of fire as it went, and after a while, a third and fourth spot joined the ranks of the pillar of fire.

With the addition of pillars of fire, the metal blocks that filled an entire bedroom melted into large and small spherical liquids, which were then pumped away by a suction force similar to wind pressure and gravity, and poured into another machine full of transparent tubes.

It was a purification machine, and with a series of physical, chemical and even nuclear means that Silver Dust couldn't understand, these metals were purified into extremely high initial metal liquids, and Silver Dust didn't know what the temperature inside these machines was, he only knew that from beginning to end, these metals existed in the form of liquids.

"Almost. Silver Dust saw the appearance of a silvery-white or brass-colored pure liquid in those transparent metal tubes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and almost instinctively reached out to grasp the void, and grabbed his Feitian in his hand, he finally took a deep breath, thought about it, and threw this sword into the war space.

"No, I don't need a sword as a weapon. He said this, feeling a sad and angry will come over the sword.

It was a sword spirit, or a weapon soul, after all, it was a treasure of light weapon quality, and it was not surprising that it produced a weapon soul.

Silver Dust had a cold face, ignoring the will to plead with a little pleading in the desolate anger, he didn't lack a sword, what else could he ask for if he had the Immortal Tribulation Qu? He even refined the deadly sun into a spell position, for which he paid the price of 300,000 remnant souls.

Excalibur was thrown into the war space by him, and the war space was immediately filled with a sad and sentimental will, the soul is different from people, they will not have revenge and hatred, when they know that they are going to be destroyed, they are only unwilling and sad, because they think that they have become a waste, from the high light artifact to worthless. "Only the light that has lost its value will be destroyed. This is the highest faith in their simple will.

When the sword appeared in the glass ball, the will of grief and reluctance reached its peak, and then a plasma flame melted it, but it was not purified, and it did not even undergo preliminary impurity filtration, just like that, it turned into a large blue liquid crystal substance, which slowly flowed into another long tube.

Other molten metal began to flow through tubes of varying lengths to the final casting machine. In front of Yinchen's eyes, a multi-functional display interface appeared, and various modules and parameters were densely arranged in the interface, only in the most central place, a gray nothingness appeared.

It is a modeling interface like 3D design software, and only after modeling can you continue casting.

"What's the best thing to make?" Silver Dust paused, frowning slightly.

"Greatsword, spear? Definitely not, although this kind of weapon can carry powerful magic, there is no way to never leave it, in case someone snatches it, or can't take it out of the arcane space for a while, it will be bad. No, I already have a Dark Nightmare Necklace, and it's too cumbersome to wear another one, and it doesn't look like a good thing. No, such a big thing can't carry flying arts, and it's even more impossible, if the clothes are torn, it will be troublesome, so ...... There are only bracelets left. ”

Silver Dust's mind withdrew from the war space, and he looked at his hands, which were all silver-white, and as he cultivated hard, the silver-white substance in his left hand was slowly extending towards his shoulder, and now it had reached the position of his wrist.

"Senior Thor, if you bring something like a bracelet, will it affect the inheritance?" asked Yinchen with his mind.

"How is that possible!" the remnants of the thunder god and the ghost god sneered in unison: "If you wear an iron glove, the glove will melt and be destroyed, but the inheritance cannot be changed!"

"Thank you!" Silver Dust's consciousness re-entered the war space, and he began to model.

It took him less than two minutes to design a very plain-looking bracelet, which was a silver metal strip the thickness of a small thumb curled around his wrist three and a half times, and under such a simple shape, there were blue fluorescent lines arranged into elongated magic runes, interlaced like nets, and from time to time flashed with deep and mysterious magical aura.

"That's pretty much it. Silver Dust fed the built model into the production line's central control computer, and a second later, he heard a tick, followed by the sizzle of liquid cooling in the foundry center.

Silver Dust was not idle, he suddenly injected a huge amount of magic into the war space, awakening those remnant souls mixed with the metal liquid, and more than 700,000 remnant souls roared into the deepest module of the casting center, merging into the cooling Mithril.

That's right, it's Mithril, and Silver Dust bought these ordinary metals to create demonic metals through dark alchemy. The production line in the Karonikor base can be configured to create a recipe for demonized metal, but the final demonization needs to be done manually by Silver Dust.

The extremely high-quality Mithril bars entered the cold-rolled machine tool, and at this time, the silver dust could wait for the finished product with peace of mind, and the Mithril bars with the thickness of a little thumb were intricately outlined with blue liquid crystals, and these strange-shaped magic arrays were combined together, which was the wind element magic flying technique.

It was something outlined with hundreds of thousands of souls using the means of "Remnant Soul Sound", and Silver Dust knew that his ordinary enchantment level was equal to zero, and he had almost no other means except for Remnant Soul Sound.

After three seconds, the Mithril Bar is compressed into the shape of a bracelet, which has a fairly small inner diameter, only about the size of Silverdust's wrist, and can't even allow Silverdust's hand to pass through it, meaning it can't be worn at all.

This is also designed by Silver Dust in advance, and this bracelet can only be worn with the arcane space, and once it is put on, it cannot be taken off.

The war space opened, and Silver Dust was about to take out the bracelet, but at this moment, a deep divine thought rushed out from the golden door, which was the will of the soul, unwilling and sad, filling the air.

Silver Dust's eyes flickered, as a magician, he had to maintain reason and respect for any instrument soul, so that he could truly learn to use the power to command heaven and earth. The mage awakens all things, and naturally cherishes the awakened spirits of all things.

"Come on, the huge sword body is no longer suitable for you, and entering this small bracelet will not disgrace your former glory. Silver Dust said to the void, he knew that the soul of that light artifact did not lack the ability to act at this moment, and it would not dissipate until a day and a night after the light artifact was destroyed.

He didn't have to do any guidance, just like when the Immortal Qu evolved into the Immortal Tribulation Qu. That will silently rushed into the small bracelet, and then, sadness, unwillingness, decadence, shame, and other emotions suddenly disappeared, leaving only a feeling of surprise.

Silver Dust put the bracelet into the arcane space, and then suddenly opened the exit of the arcane space, and a purple spatial ripple rippled on his left wrist, and then a Mithril bracelet tightly wrapped around his wrist appeared in an instant.

A thought emanated from the bracelet.

"Very satisfied, right? In any case, it is also a high-grade holy weapon, and there are few stronger than you in this world. Follow me and create a legend together—"

"Fantasy Wings. "Silver Dust has given this holy bracelet a very simple name, just like its simple appearance, but its function is unique in the world, even in the eyes of people a hundred years later, it is tantamount to a miracle.

On the bracelet, a warm blue flash emanated, and then disappeared silently, as if the soul was responding to his words.

Fantasy Wings, Bracelets, High-Grade Hallows, Indestructible, Permanently Solidified Flying Magic, Unlimited Flight Magic by Entering Dark Magic or Arcane Magic.

Silver Dust looked at the bracelet on his left hand and his empty right wrist, and suddenly a wicked smile bloomed.

"Who said that I, a silver dust mage, can't use thunder magic for the rest of my life?" he sneered, and sank his consciousness into the war space.

......

The night of February 10, Showa 8, was very ordinary. Only two young assassins in the city of Bloody Sun sneaked into the prison south of the city, and an hour later, they escaped in disarray, followed by a group of black-clad warriors rushing out and chasing them down the streets. In other places, there are no thieves, no robbers, only the sailors who have worked hard all day and received a lot of goods lazily drinking and chatting, only the vermilion windows of large families, the lights are on, and some gossip comes out from time to time, only Zhao Yuguo walked in front of the gate of the capital protection mansion, looked at the two gates that once belonged to him, and sighed. Only Lu Feilong was satisfied to get into his warm quilt and act as a blessing in front of his wife and concubine. Everything was too calm. Another defeat of the southern army in the east did not affect here, and the day and night work of Emperor Harlan in the north could not be controlled here, in short, this night, calm and ordinary.

No one could have imagined that on this night, in this ordinary Blood Yang City, two holy weapons and one light weapon were born one after another.

This is something that is going to change the fortune of heaven and earth. In the past thousand years, when the holy weapon was born, which time did it not usher in the bloody struggle of the warriors of the world? Such a tragic melee in the Red Blood Secret Realm was not for the sake of the five books that were considered holy weapons at that time?

[February 11, Showa 8]

Early in the morning, Yinchen got up refreshed and walked down the stairs on the second floor. He was wearing a silver-white robe with a different style than yesterday, and inside the robe was a pair of thin metal cuirass, which shone with the flash of dark alchemy from time to time, but did not have any aura of a divine soldier. He wears a silver bracelet with a faint blue light on his left and right hands, a strange-shaped metal short stick stuck in his waist, his sleeves are breezy, his steps are steady, and even his whole body exudes a faint aura of wind that comes and goes.

Lin Caiyi's face showed an incredible look: "Have you learned the magic skills?" There was even a hint of horror flashing in her pink eyes, and the note from the slave of Jianzhou appeared in front of her eyes again.