Gehr's ball shield was installed smoothly, and Picasso's restless iron sheet became a place for everyone to hold seminars, everyone wanted their equipment to be taken to the next level, but among the skeletal intacifiers in the current gathering area, the most desperate ones were Leon and Figama, both of whom had been carrying their external weapons for too long, and if this continued, the fighting habits would be completely chaotic.

The fat man again took his red purgatory and ten cans of blue bubble wine and found Picasso. Now the wine supplied to the black old man is the first straining material in the boulder, and the "price" has also skyrocketed, and Lao Jiao has used a bet in exchange for the privilege of sharing Picasso's wine cellar, which makes everyone grit their teeth, this old man is too cunning!

There is no suspense in the fusion process of the red purgatory, except for the earth-shattering screams of Figama, everything is going well, Picasso master later said that after so many years of fusion operation, it is the first time to see a bone intensifier with such a low pain point, and the cry is so terrible that it almost makes Picasso's hands tremble.

"Hehe, in fact, I'm just a little scared" Fei Jiama's voice was slightly hoarse, his right arm was wrapped in monitor lizard skin, and he walked out of the restless iron sheet with red light, and the boiling metal also affected his physique, and the fat man could walk around with his belly exposed in the future, and his cold tolerance was greatly improved, but because he was fused with metal for the first time to enter the body, he still needed to recover well for a while before he could successfully activate the weapon and smoothly retract into the body.

If you want to operate as you like, such as being able to control the position of the metal at any time like the big tooth on Chapel Hill, I am afraid it will take several years of training and actual combat.

Picasso looked at Lao Jiao with a smile on his face, as if the two old men had some kind of gamble on Figama, and this time, it was definitely the black old man who won.

Leon did not rush to ask Picasso to fuse his weapon, he wisely gave Picasso the illusion of the wind, for this imaginative weapon, Picasso was obviously very amazed, he specially asked Piros to study this weapon from the basic drawings.

Leon watched Picasso in high spirits, satisfied with his strategy, interest was the source of inspiration, and he believed that after a while, the illusion in the wind would be more perfectly integrated into his arm.

However, Piros's mind was obviously not on these weapons, and he complained to Leon with a sad face, and the energy tube of the boulder was almost exhausted.

"Energy tube?" Leon raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, he hadn't thought about this problem yet, but the fact is that there are more and more instruments that need energy tubes in the boulder, not to mention the daily necessities such as water generators, microwave rods, and cutting knives, the biggest consumption is the metal purification of Piros, this link cannot be omitted in any case, without this basic process, the construction of the Queen's Fortress will all come to a standstill, and Picasso's whimsy will be impossible, without the high-purity metal refining furnace, the stones all over the ground will be just stones.

Because Leon needed to wait for the fusion weapon, the task of finding the source of the energy tube fell to Locke Dorjee, who had nothing to do all day, the kid held his kernel every day and measured everywhere, and had made more than twenty sets of the construction plan of the boulder, and now he was completely in a bitter waiting period, so the next day, when the red moon began to show its head, Locke Dogjee and Gehr and Hua Wei set off, and they were still holding the lead-bone deer, the big guy urgently needed to leave the boulder for a while, in these 60 days, it quickly lost 30 pounds, and lived in an environment full of needle wolf breath every day, and seemed to have depression。

Lyon, who remained on the monolith, could only follow Picasso in boredom, listening to him ponder his weapon, the illusion in the wind. Four days later, Picasso closed the door of the restless tin and refused to allow entry to everyone, even Lao Jiao, who seemed to be in a frenzy of study.

So Leon had to take the black forehead, together with Fei Jiama, to go hunting, the fat man was already able to barely stimulate his red purgatory, the red flaky blade that burst out of the palm of his hand, reaching a length of thirty centimeters, although it is far from the scale of the real red purgatory, it is more than enough to burn a few violent rats and cut off a rotten badger that has no time to release a poisonous mist.

This made Fei Jiama a little stinky in front of Leon for the first time, after all, he already had his own weapon, and Leon could only carry a metal long stick, fortunately, Leon's war bear stomach was finally able to go out, the skin that was pulled off by the tough silk has recovered a lot, and the new long rock horn seems to be harder than the original, and wearing the Ugin armor piece made by Mi Duo when he practiced, the big stomach is indeed an extremely stylish car.

It was a time that Lyon would often miss later.

At the beginning, Leon and Black Forehead sat on the front shoulders of the war bear's big stomach, followed by nearly 300 pounds of Fei Jiama, Nero was unwilling to fall not far away, and later, Nero felt that it was too troublesome to communicate with Black Forehead, and even allowed Black Forehead to ride on its back, so the wolf and the bear, in the running race speed, in the hunt competition bravery, and the cooperation between the three teenagers is also more and more skilled in the battle, Fei Jiama's strength and speed are increasing day by day, three days later, he can run as fast as the big stomach.

What a bloody picture it was, on the red wilderness, a wolf and a bear were running rapidly, Leon sat on the thick shoulders of the big stomach and waved his shiny long lot, roaring loudly against the wind, the black forehead was definitely not stingy with his voice at this time, roaring louder than anyone else, Fei Jiama was dancing his red broadsword in the run, the steaming heat all over his body was boiling more every day, they were all the way through the thorns, and no mutant beast was the opponent of this combination.

After more than ten days of hunting, they brought back twenty poison-jawed beetles, three fog foxes, four wild lead-bone deer, and six rot badgers. The battles that they had never dared to think of in the past, in their stirring courage, all ended in victory.

On the night of the fifteenth day, Picasso suddenly ran to the large bunk where the mercenaries were sleeping, and woke Leon up excitedly, saying that the weapon was ready.

Shirtless, Leon rushed into the restless iron after Picasso, and immediately saw a large piece of strange metal under the air hammer.

Before Leon could take a clear look, the old man black was already impatient to carry Leon to the operating table on the second floor, and pressed him on the streamline bed.

"Boy, it's up to your luck, if your imagination is strong enough, this will be an epic weapon!" Picasso unceremoniously pressed the punch knife directly on Leon's two arms, "and it's a set!"

The next moment, in the harsh sound of metal grinding, Leon felt the sting of what is called tearing, and also understood why Fei Jiama, who was as strong as a war bear, screamed so miserably.

Leon clenched his teeth, in a bright light, vaguely saw that the piece of metal gradually became transparent, and was injected into the open muscle layer on his two arms, looking at Picasso's neurotic perverted gaze, and the happy mouth under the white beard, Leon wanted to raise his leg to give him a kick, it really fucking hurt! This old pervert is still laughing!

When the cold molten metal was poured directly on the bones, Leon began to be in a trance, and in the haze, he heard Picasso's quacking voice: "This is double the pain, if it hurts too much, you can scream twice! There is no shame! Don't faint, you must clearly understand the whole watering process, and the position of each drop of molten metal must be recorded as accurately as you know your own teeth!"

"You stink...... Old...... Head!" Leon squeezed a few words out of his clenched teeth, "I just don't fucking scream!" he finally yelled.

During the final stitching process, Leon fell asleep, and his excessive patience made him overdrawn, and his eyelids were heavy and could no longer support it.

"Damn, I finally have my own knife"

In the darkness, Leon thought tiredly and excitedly.