The Eighth Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Red King (2)

The next day, before dawn, Bawent and Alan, the young and old, left the town.

The corpses and locomotive wreckage in the open space outside the town have been cleaned up long ago. With this lesson learned, the Iron Wolf gang should not dare to come to the town to cause trouble again in a short time. The two walked for two kilometers on foot, and Alan didn't mind it. His current source power has been completely converted into Void Skyfire. Wherever they passed, the snow naturally melted, and even the water was evaporated into a vast white smoke before it could melt. Along the way, the snow gives way, and the smoke is flying far away, how domineering it is.

But Bawent followed Alan obediently, using his light to walk on the flat road that was constantly melting in the snow. But this old blacksmith was dressed in unlined clothes and only carried a flagon to drink from time to time, obviously it was not easy. Allen thought this was normal, where an ordinary blacksmith could pick up thousands of pieces, and how could he swing a hammer that was also made of meteoric iron. It's just that Horn never talked about the identity of the blacksmith. Alan is a caring person, knowing that Bawente definitely doesn't want too many people to know himself, so he didn't ask.

The two came to a frozen lake, and the surface of the frozen lake was frozen. The wind blows, bringing endless chill. Allen didn't notice anything, the hot smoke rose around him, and he was not afraid of the severe cold. But if ordinary people were standing here, their calves would be terribly cold.

Bawent took another sip, carefully put away the jug and murmured: "There is not much left, I hope there is enough to drink on the way back." Then he said to Allen: "Boy, take out the knife."

Allen listened to the instructions, put the long box on his back on the ground, and opened it with one hand. Immediately, a fiery heat gushed out from inside, the knife embryo lying in the box glowed red, and the blade body continued to emit heat. Ordinary people, let alone killing the enemy with a knife, may not even be able to touch them. Allen held the handle that was integrated with the blade body, and the blade embryo immediately flashed a complex dark red pattern like a tree root.

"Throw it into the frozen lake." Bawent pouted towards the lake.

Allen didn't say a word, using the knife embryo as a javelin. As soon as the force was released, the knife embryo immediately pulled out a dark rainbow light and threw it towards the center of the ice lake. With a plop, the knife embryo hit the ice surface, breaking a hole in the ice surface without any suspense. There was a crackling sound of ice breaking on the surface of the lake, and a gap of more than ten centimeters was smashed into the frozen lake surface, and the knife embryo naturally sank into the unfrozen lake below.

The next moment, a puff of hot smoke rushed from the gap, and the impact of the airflow was so strong that it even expanded the gap a bit. Then the hot smoke continued to rise, and the sound of gurgling water continued to come from under the lake. Allen squinted his eyes, knowing that the lake water was forcibly evaporated by the blazing heat continuously emitted by the knife embryo, and that was the reason for the sound of water. He glanced at Bawente, and the latter stopped hiding, and said directly: "The heart of the fire god you brought contains a very domineering source of fire power. I guess that kind of crystallization is probably in there. The center of the earth or the depths of the volcano have absorbed the geothermal energy and stored it for many years. Compared with it, the pupil of the hell flame is a hundred and eight thousand miles away. In order to integrate it into the thousand average, I have spent a lot of effort."

He waved his hand, causing Alan to say "thank you" and swallow it back into his stomach.

The old blacksmith sighed: "When the master made this Qianjun, he often lamented that there was no perfect material that could be combined with Qianjun, so that Qianjun failed in the end. The reason why Qianjun kept the rough appearance like a knife embryo is because It's not that the master can't sharpen it into a knife, but that it is more in line with Qianjun's nature."

"Until now, I have seen the heart of Vulcan, and I know that the opportunity for Qianjun to be reborn is right in front of me. Only this kind of material can regenerate the broken Qianjun. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't dare to agree rashly. Mr. Horn's request." The old blacksmith rolled his eyes: "Okay, don't stare at me, I don't bother to mention who I am, as long as you know that I have worked under General Meislin for a while."

Allen shrugged.

Bawent continued: "Although Vulcan's heart can be integrated into Qianjunli, it is too domineering. You can also see that even after it is integrated into the new knife, it still radiates heat continuously, which is too sharp. Bi Lu. So in the end, it has to be thrown into this icy lake to cool down, and all its sharp edges are pressed back into the blade. Only when the sharp edge is restrained, can it be considered a success.”

Looking at the ice lake, the ice layer on the lake surface is not broken, and the heat is no longer the original one. Streams of hot smoke scrambled out from the cracks in the ice layer, covering the entire icy lake with a huge cloud of white smoke. Allen walked to the lake. The ice surface was level with the lake shore before, but now the ice layer has jumped off, and there is a gap of tens of centimeters from the lake shore. And this gap is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Allen can't hide his surprise on his face.

After more than an hour, the icy lake had bottomed out, leaving only a shallow pool of water. White smoke rose from the lake, and the long knife thrown into the lake by Allen stuck obliquely in the bottom of the lake. Bawent winked, Allen skimmed into the lake and came near the long knife. I saw that the outer layer of iron coat on the long knife was falling off, revealing the smooth and dark red blade inside. Allen reached out and slapped the long knife. The long knife bounced and vibrated in mid-air, completely shaking off the iron coat remaining on the surface.

Allen reached out to grab the knife, and a red light suddenly lit up deep in the blade.

It was like a sun rising from the bottom of the lake.

The sword is soaring!

The last pool of water in the lake was finally stimulated by the heat, and the flames of the sun on the lake gradually subsided, and finally turned into strands of flames that lingered around the blade endlessly. Allen looked intently, the previous knife embryo had completely transformed, and now he held the long knife in his hand. The handle of the knife is dark, just like thousands of uniforms. Starting from the blade, the color changes from black to red inch by inch. Three inches from the edge of the blade, it is bright red and almost red, like a piece of iron that has been burnt red by fire, but it feels cold to the touch. There are a few golden lines on the spine of the knife, which occasionally flicker. Whenever it lights up, the long knife is amazingly hot.

Holding it in his hand, Alan can clearly sense the various changes in the internal force of the knife, giving birth to the feeling of being connected with the long knife. This feeling was even more comfortable and natural than when Qian Jun was in his hand before, and now he casually slashed through the void, and a section of vermilion saber energy rushed out from the blade. The bottom of the lake shook, and a crack quietly appeared from Alan's feet, extending straight up to 100 meters. Both sides of the fissure were scorched black, with traces of red glow looming between them, and green smoke rose from the black groove, as if being streaked by the beam of a high-energy cannon.

Just a random knife has such power!

Bawent nodded happily, as it should look like this. He couldn't help but took out the jug, drank the wine in one gulp, then wiped the wine stains and said: "Boy, the knife in your hand is already qualified to be listed as a famous utensil. Although it came from Qianjun, But it’s not Qianjun anymore, let’s give it a name.”

Allen thought for a while, seeing the flames of the blade lingering like fluorescent lights, he said to himself, "Chiying? No, it's too weak to be worthy of the dominance of this sword. Then... let's call it the Red King."

The sword screamed endlessly.

On this day, Allen left the town with the new famous sword Chi Wang and Lucy. The mayor's granddaughter stood under the old pine tree outside the town for a long time and did not return. That night, Bawent and the mayor had a long talk all night. The next morning, carrying only a patched rucksack and the hammer, the blacksmith who had settled in the town for many years also left the town, and no one knew where he was going.

This world is like this, coming and going, gathering and scattering.

late at night.

Morbit opened his eyes and looked at the wound on his chest with a frown. There was a bandage around his chest, and the white bandage was oozing blood, which was very abnormal. Logically speaking, no matter how domineering Horn's Qiu Yan's knife is. Giving Mobit three days is enough to clean it up. But he has been on the surface for almost a week, and instead of healing, his injury has become more serious.

The President rose to his feet and decided to return to Babylon tomorrow no matter what.

He has been away from the floating island for too long.

Even though there are news coming from the floating island every day, it is detailed, allowing him to remotely control various decisions on Babylon. But it was a unique time for Mobit to leave that political center for many days like this. I don't know if it was because of the weird injury, but there was a lingering unease in his heart.

For reasons of confidentiality, Morbit could not be subjected to detailed inspection. Only a trustworthy doctor could be found by Eli Fant to heal the president's injuries, but those doctors couldn't explain why the president's injuries continued to worsen. Even the violent Eliphant killed two or three. Morbit saw it, but did not stop him.

Eliphant was a pawn he had placed on the surface, and many of the dirty work that Morbit could not do was entrusted to this fat man. Morbit was well aware of Eliphant's shady dealings. Even the survival of the predators, the president turned a blind eye. But that doesn't mean he trusts Eliphant. In fact, there are ten fingers that can gain the trust of the president.

At first, he also suspected that his unhealed injury had something to do with Eliphant, but Mobitt checked everything sent by the fat man's police in detail, including food and clothes, but found no clues. So now, he can't explain why the injury is so weird.

Morbit went to the window.

The Alifante manor was bathed in the cold moonlight, and the fat man was obviously a guy who cherished his life very much. He placed an army of one hundred men in this small manor, not to mention the secret posts, this guy even deployed a defensive heavy artillery on each of the two commanding heights. Even if the model of heavy artillery is outdated, if the object of defense is a small manor, it is more than enough.

Tonight, the atmosphere in the manor is still one of introversion and introversion, but if anyone dares to step into the mine carefully arranged by the fat man, they will probably die in a rather ugly way. In the past, it wasn't that there was no overnight stay, or the presence of killers from hostile forces. But no matter who it is, once it enters this manor, it will be like a mud cow into the sea without a sound. Over time, this manor has become no different from the Devil's Nest in the eyes of the locals.

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