"So what's going on with Fugan lately?"

After chatting about Blackstone Fortress, Vimu asked Andre about cloning the original body.

"Either practicing swordsmanship in the tournament arena, or crafting equipment in the foundry, and occasionally taking time out to connect with the people around you, the daily life is rich and regular—a clone that is perfect and can even resonate with its offspring, and uses the template of a traitor, who would have thought that such a thing would happen? The diversity of the universe is truly breathtaking. ”

The Casting General then called up the surveillance in one of the factories, and Fugen was shown bare-chested wielding a hammer in his hand, trying to build something.

"He's preparing for battle." Wei Mu stared at the monitor and muttered, "The Demon Primordial may find him at any time." ”

"Does this mean that Cologne could be reduced to a battlefield again?" Talking about this, a bad premonition once again rose in Andrei's heart.

It was a demonic primordial body, and the powerful power it possessed could really directly raise the casting world.

"We can't hide, I just hope we can be ready then." Wei Mu waved his hand calmly.

Considering that the result of Vogrim's last attack on the Empire was to keep Killeman in a static position for 10,000 years, if the sacrifice of a mere casting world can make the other party's plan go to naught, they will simply make a fortune.

Bidding farewell to Andre, Vimu set off for Fogen's foundry, accompanied by a group of guards arranged by the Inquisition.

As soon as I entered, a wave of heat hit my face.

The foundry itself is like a living thing in motion, the noisy sound of metal crashing constantly irritates the eardrums, and the air is filled with the smell of motor oil and metal.

Dust, debris, slurry and oil, as well as endless sweat, are the working conditions of factory workers, dirty and hard, but they are the cornerstones of industrial society.

At this moment, it was supposed to be a break time, and the hundreds and dozens of workers in the factory gathered around Fugen, admiring the perfect body and exquisite skills of the original clone.

With the end of the last stroke, Fogen completes the plasticization of the power sword.

He then clamped the crimson blade with his iron tongs and quickly lowered it into the water to quench it.

White vapor gushed out and hissed.

Drastic temperature changes can alter the internal structure of the metal to achieve good process performance, but if the operation is wrong, the metal can become brittle or even crack directly, and the effort is lost.

Even an experienced blacksmith can't predict success or failure until he sees the result.

But Fugen is different because he is the original body.

After five seconds of soaking, Fugen removed the sword embryo from the water.

As the heat dissipated, the previously burned red metal was now a black bump with mottled marks.

Even if Wei Mu didn't know much about forging, he knew that this thing had to be polished and polished in the end before it could become the cool weapon that people saw every day, and as for the quality of the sword embryo in front of him, he couldn't tell.

Judging by Fugan's expression, though, he should be very satisfied.

"That's pretty much it."

The Clone gave the finished sword embryo to the surrounding craftsmen to pass it on, hoping that they would learn something from it.

However, in fact, even if Fugen taught the casting method, it was almost impossible for mortals to copy it, and the physical gap was too great, whether it was the grasp of strength or the control of fire, it was difficult for them to reach the level of the original body.

The craftsmen just stared at the sword embryo dumbfounded, their faces full of shock and adoration.

Fogen actually knows this, but as long as he can inspire or motivate these people, his efforts will not be in vain.

"The battle of wits with the Inquisition is finally over?"

The clone soon noticed Wei Mu's arrival and waved to greet him.

"They're all driven crazy by me." Wei Mu replied with a smile.

The surrounding workers recognized the identity of the comer, lowered their heads one after another, and bowed to Wei Mu.

Wei Mu waved his hand directly and dismissed the workers to rest.

Although the content of the next conversation is not taboo, if ordinary people listen to it, they will only bring unnecessary trouble to themselves.

"I guess I must have a lot of credit for this."

Fogen picked up the white towel hanging aside and began to wipe the sweat from his face.

"They've already endured a lot of trouble, and it's not a problem to endure one more." Wei Mu didn't want the other party to worry, so the answer he gave was very general.

"I'm guessing you're not using the same rhetoric to convince them." Fugen didn't think too much about this, but took out a weapon from the side and presented it in front of Wei Mu, "I've already finished building what you want, and it should feel pretty good." ”

It was a Green Dragon Glaive Power Knife, more than six meters long, and its size was huge and amazing, and it felt destructive just by looking at it.

"It's even better than I expected, thank you very much." Wei Mu carefully looked at the long-handled broadsword in front of him, and his face was full of surprise.

The reason he commissioned Fogen to create such a thing was to reward Goldbeard - the greenskin warlord had been sent by him to attack the Whisperer's base in the Maelstrom, with the dark angel Moore and the space wolf Lucas by his side.

Although the grand battle itself is the best reward for the Greenskins, Wei Mu doesn't mind giving them some extra sweetness when it's done.

However, now that the battle in the Maelstrom is over, there is still no trace of them, and it is not known what is wrong with them.

It should be all right, right?

Wei Mu felt a little worried, and the people sent out to inquire about the news had not yet returned.

"When we're done resting at Cologne, we'll leave to see Killiman." After putting away the entrusted items, Wei Mu turned to get down to business.

He had to give Fugen a shot to prepare him in advance.

"Don't worry, didn't you almost seal your brother with a sword, let him fake his death for 10,000 years, and by the way, ruined his dreams, and made a big effort in the process of making our father fall into half-death? Trust me to handle him. Fugen said in a pretended relaxed tone.

"It's called Don't Worry? I'm on the verge of crying when I hear it! Wei Mu said with a wry smile.

"Killeman is an idealist through and through, and he will try to endure it as long as I can be of great help to the Empire." Fogen replied.

"I want to cry even more when you say that, poor Lord Regent." Pastor Wei let out a long sigh, then asked, "And what about the Iron Hand?" ”

Fogrem directly beheaded the head of the father of the family's genes back then, and if Ferus's heir knew of his existence, he wouldn't have to come to him for his life?

"This. Damn, don't force me to think of such an unpleasant thing, I finally put it behind me. Forgen finally couldn't pretend to be calm anymore and shouted dissatisfied.

Even a perfect person can fall into a helpless situation.

"Then I can't hide and pretend to be an ostrich and turn a blind eye to this risk that sticks to my head." Wei Mu waved his hand helplessly.

He also thought that with the extraordinary wisdom of the original body, he could come up with some brilliant golden ideas, and it seemed that it was no fun.

If this thing is not done well, it will lead to a civil war.

"It may be a bit selfish to say, at least until the empire gets through the current crisis, I can't give them an explanation, and after that, I will admit to killing or chopping." After pondering for a moment, Fogen said earnestly.

He knew very well that he had to put the interests of all mankind before his personal grievances, but it was not known whether the heirs of Ferus could understand this.

"Well, I'll try to mediate from the middle." Wei Mu scratched his head.

The so-called revenge of killing his father is not shared, although Fugen is just a clone, it is quite tricky to solve this problem, and procrastination is the best way at present.

The more Fugen contributes to the Empire, the safer it should be in the showdown.

(End of chapter)