It was precisely because he drew the sword of Lal and was bewitched by the demon in the sword that Forgrim was finally corrupted by chaos and fell into the dark abyss.

Therefore, Wei Mu also hopes to work weapons to help Fugen avoid malicious erosion.

Where he falls, he must get up again.

However, artifacts are rare, whether it is craftsmen, craftsmanship or materials, it is not a simple matter to collect, and Wei Mu has no ready-made ones in his hands - the only thing that is of good quality is the black sword, exclusive to the Emperor Champion, and it can be regarded as a weapon with a head and a face in the entire galaxy.

This alone wasn't enough for Fugen to gain the power to compete with the Demon Primordial, so he had to find a way to further improve its performance, such as enchanting it with a demon or something.

The Clown is an expert in psionic abilities, and the one-horned Sarkozy has provided Vimu with many enchantment schemes, such as [Never Wear], [Cleave Damage], [Lucky Strike], and so on.

"Isn't there any blessing of [invincible and one-hit] killing? Or [Chaos Buster]. Wei Mu tried to ask.

The enchantment schemes Sarkozy had given sounded powerful, but they still didn't help Fogen defeat the Demon Primordial.

The power of the fallen demigods is too terrifying, and something more powerful is needed to close the gap.

"You're laughing, Jiedu envoy, enchantment has requirements for carriers, you can't inject tens of thousands of wishes into a mere speck of dust." Sarkozy waved his hand and said helplessly, "Although the quality of the black sword is excellent, it can't bear that level of blessing, and maybe you can't find something that meets your heart's content if you search the entire galaxy." ”

"So with the hardware configuration of the black sword, how many blessings can it withstand?" Wei Mu asked again.

"If it's repaired, the five powerful blessings should be about the same." Sarkozy judged.

In the last battle, the black sword was smashed into a pile of splinters and is still in a damaged state.

"Five powerful blessings. No, no, it's still not enough. ”

Wei Mu took the enchantment plan and continued to arrange and combine the various characteristics in it, but the results he obtained were never satisfactory to him.

He even began to doubt the feasibility of this kind of help, and for a moment sat down at his desk in frustration, not knowing what to do.

"By the way, can these fragments be enchanted as well?" After a long time, Wei Mu played with a black sword fragment and asked.

"Of course." Sarkozy nodded, "But it's so small, so it can only carry small blessings." ”

"A tiny blessing?" Wei Mu was curious, "What kind of small blessing?" ”

"For example, I wish the wearer not to bite his tongue when he speaks, or not to encounter inferior products when he buys, and so on." The one-horned clown explained.

"A little expert in life, it sounds quite practical." Wei Mu pondered for a moment, then asked, "What if I put those tiny blessings on all the fragments, and then combine them all?" ”

The quality is not enough, the quantity is to make up.

In many cases, quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.

"Great idea, Temperance, but there's some kind of shaky connection between blessing and blessing, and you can't easily force it together by putting it together." Sarkozy reminded.

"In other words, it's a possibility." Wei Mu was suddenly interested.

"That's right." Sarkozy nodded, then added, "But even if your idea is finally realized, and thousands of blessings are successfully put together, with all due respect—what can so many small wishes do?" You can't take down the powerful Demon Primordial with [Eat Without Choking]. ”

"Let's try it, maybe it will work wonders?" Wei Mu was seriously considering this matter, "For example, if a person's heart is filled with these small kindnesses, then evil will have nowhere to take root, let alone expand, right? ”

The Dark Gods are clearly not something that can be defeated by brute force alone, and the pursuit of power may not be the right solution.

"It seems feasible in theory." The clown touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Anyway, I can't find any way to win the Demon Primordial Body, and unconventional means are worth exploring." ”

"In that case, then we will"

After making up his mind, Wei Mu rolled up his sleeves and was about to do a lot of work, but he suddenly realized that there were nearly 10,000 fragments of the black sword, and the amount of work to enchant them one by one was not small.

"The talisman is not an industrial product on the assembly line, if you want to inject a wish into it, you have to give the real emotion of the maker, if it is up to us to do it, it is estimated that we will all have to die of exhaustion here, and the soul will be squeezed clean."

Sarkozy picked up one of the fragments as a demonstration, and the sharp material could tear through the skin if he wasn't careful.

"How about mobilizing those students?" "They're all psionics, and the art of adding tiny blessings isn't complicated. ”

"Are you sure? What if they have something bad mixed in it? There's no way to accurately test the desire to join. Sarkozy reminded.

"I'm pretty sure." Wei Mu nodded, "The task will be promulgated during this open class, and the date for handing in the homework is set before meeting the regent. ”

"Since you insist, as you wish, the festival will be made." Sarkozy bowed to him gracefully and began to make arrangements.

So in this way, in the open class that day, 10,000 fragments of the black sword were handed down to the hands of each student.

The fragments, each no larger than a fingernail, were packed in small transparent bags like evidence.

"I know that some of you will defect to Chaos in the future!"

The festival makes the adults speak, and it is a cliché to start, and there is a sense of "you are the worst class of students I have ever led".

The students of the School of Life are ridiculed by others every day, and they will be the fate of the dung pit butterfly in the future, while those people in the War College are the concubines who are ridiculed and can't avoid the fear of abuse, and are destined to become the concubines of the blood god.

"But even if there is a lot of evil in the future, the good deeds you have done will not go away - so even if it is only once, please give your most sincere and unique blessing to the little piece in your hand."

Everyone was a little surprised that the festival had caused the adults to not do any more work, and it was a little too normal to make talismans.

Probably to test their learning results during this time.

Everyone didn't think much about it, but they just felt that if they performed well in this event, they would definitely be appreciated by the Lady of the Festival, so they started to get busy after receiving the task.

During that time, the amulet became the most talked about topic among the cadets.

They flipped through books and discussed with each other, too complex to bear, too simple to repeat with others, and people could often be seen casting spells on shards in the dormitory.

Badr was very distressed by this, because he never knew what kind of blessing to choose.

Since it's a rare first time, you have to cherish it very much.

"So you've done your homework? What is the content and does it have an effect? ”

Taking advantage of the meal in the cafeteria, he discussed it with Isaac, the one who had been threatened by Dirick in the last assault in the dormitory.

"My blessing to the fragment is [May you always find the small things that are lost], as for the actual effect, just look at how many people have come to me for help because they accidentally lost the fragments."

The boy named Isaac wears a pair of black-rimmed eyes, and looks polite, and his expression is slightly meaningful at the moment.

There are many people, there will always be some so-so daredevils, and the size of the fragments is too small, and the slightest mistake will be lost.

If you lose something and ask the teachers for help, you can naturally get the pieces back, but that would be too embarrassing.

Isaac's amulet literally saved their lives, and his fame spread among his students.

"Yes, young man, maybe I'll have to hug your thighs in the future." Badr said with a smile.

"That's fine, of course." Isaac nodded haughtily, then cautiously looked around to make sure that a threat did not appear before cautiously speaking to Badr, "I also heard that the blessing written by Diric is [May you have the right sixth sense of inspiration]. ”

Since the first day of fighting, both of them were admitted to the infirmary, Badr and Dirick have been labeled old enemies.

Although neither of them has an idea specifically for each other.

"Looks like he's a guy who trusts his instincts." Badr said thoughtfully.

"So how are you going to overpower him as an old enemy?" Isaac asked.

"How many times do you have to repeat it, we are not old enemies, we just fought once, I don't know how many people have fought in the whole galaxy, do we all have to be labeled as old enemies?"

"That's different, your rival identity has been specially certified by the Jiedu Envoy."

"The Lord Jiedu directly persuaded us to change our name at that time, but he was obviously just ridiculing." Badr shrugged his shoulders and asked, "What about the blessings that others have written?" ”

"Vanessa's [May you be full of vitality every day] is related to her previous experience of being frail and sickly, and Shelan's is [May what you want appear in time], it is estimated that it was the result of being on the tuba without paper and calling it every day, and it happened that I was passing by at the time to save him from the dire situation."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Why am I lying to you? In addition, Anthony's is "May you no longer bump into things because you lose your mind". ”

"I know this, the last time he was eating in the cafeteria, the little thumb of his right leg hit the leg of the table, and the scream he made was very clear to everyone present at the time."

"And Kate's [may your time not be long in pain], she is still a pessimistic person."

Isaac informs Badr of the choices of many of his classes, all of which are insignificant, but surprisingly heartwarming blessings.

Because I have been in trouble because of this, I hope that similar troubles will not befall others.

The blessed pieces were eventually sent to Vimu's desk and gathered together.

Without any craftsmanship, just a patchwork of building blocks, Weimu strives to reconcile the energy of each piece and make it compatible with each other.

There are 10,000 good wishes, and the special connection between each wish makes it seem so strong, far from being as simple as a simple superposition.

When the splicing was completed, the black sword still looked full of cracks, but it contained a powerful force.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Wei Mu could feel that he was protected by them, and his heart was filled with all kinds of kindness, as if there were countless people around him fighting side by side.

No more despair, no more confusion.

It's hard to imagine what a powerful burst of power would have erupted when all 10,000 blessings were activated at the same time.

"It's unbelievable." Sarkozy looked at the black sword in front of him, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He had never imagined that he would be able to participate in the process of crafting an artifact himself, and in such a unique way.

"We have to find a way to get it into Fogen's hands, and it has to be at the most critical moment." Wei Mu said.

With a trump card, you have to find a way to maximize its value.

"Shouldn't you just give him this weapon?" Sarkozy asked, "If he drags his feet, he may be killed by the enemy." ”

"The Lord of Pleasure is not as straightforward as the Blood God, He will savor the process, and we must take advantage of this flaw of Him." Wei Mu said.

In the case of inferior strength, if you want to succeed, you have to take greater risks, which is an unavoidable reality.

"So in order not to make the other party suspicious, the person who provides the delivery service should preferably be the original holder of the black sword." Sarkozy said clearly.

Later, Vigil met Killiman aboard the Glory of Macurag, and was greeted by the Generalissimo of the Black Templar as soon as he stepped out of the hall where the original body was located.

The other party is also for the sake of the black sword, hoping that he can return it.

"The Black Sword is the property of our warband, it's a well-known thing, and only we have the technology to fix it, and in your hands, it's nothing more than a pile of worthless fragments." Heblecht said politely.

Despite this, Wei Mu knew that the other party was just saluting first and then soldiering, but if he dared to say a word and tried to take the black sword for himself, the seemingly gentle and elegant black orc boss in front of him would immediately blow up.

However, when Wei Mu took out the black sword from the multidimensional cube, the generalissimo could not have imagined that the divine soldier that originally belonged to the imperial champion would be transformed into such an amazing appearance.

And what he didn't expect was the plan that Wei Mu had calculated on this basis - to use this sword with ten thousand blessings to redeem a fallen primordial.

"You must be crazy!"

In the centuries that Hyberech had been fighting in the galaxy, he had never seen such a daring mortal who dared to arrange a job for him, but also arranged this earth-shattering work of ghosts and gods.

"This is the only chance, and I ask the Generalissimo to help for the sake of the Imperial Society."

Wei Mu bowed sincerely, half-kneeling and offering the black sword with both hands.

He knew that his request was very rude, and there were few Space Marines in the entire galaxy who could walk in front of the original body with a mask, and even if Heberlecht, who was the generalissimo of the Black Templar, took the job, he would die because of it.

Not to mention that no one knows if it will work out.

"I'm not going to just agree to your request." "I'll use my own eyes to see if your plan is viable." ”

Hearing this, Pastor Wei breathed a sigh of relief, things should be eight or nine apart.

Later, Fugen was defeated in a duel with the Demon Primordial, and he himself was like a trophy, undignified by the other party to show off, and his body and soul were gnawed by the darkness.

Killiman was eager to save his brother, but was stopped by Shalahi, unable to break through, and was almost injured.

Hyperlecht took the opportunity to charge the Demon Primordial.

In the name of the emperor, he fought against the enemy leader.

He was defeated and knocked away, and the black sword in his hand was shattered to pieces.

But that doesn't matter.

Because in a short moment of fighting, he successfully handed over the hilt of the black sword to the target's hand.

(End of chapter)