The knight in the abyss

Chapter 62 The Son and the Father
It took them another five days to complete the production of the remaining swords.

At this point, Lancelot's work is complete, and Pluto can complete the work of polishing, sharpening, and wrapping the hilt, and Lancelot can't help.

But soon a new job came to him. This time, Barende invited Lancelot to help him. Lancelot expressed doubts about this, and the old dwarf quickly answered his question.

"Don't think I'll be content with making this one-off junk." Barende made no secret of his disdain for producing products under his own supervision. "I'm going to make a real masterpiece to prove my craft!"

"But is there anything I can do to help?" Lancelot asked in confusion, "Is it because of my power?"

"That's right!" Barend nodded and confirmed, "I plan to make a whip suitable for succubus, and the braided rope is made of the thinnest cold iron wire. Making metal wire is a very time-consuming and labor-intensive process. It's even more so when they're entangled, so I need your strength."

Lancelot thought for a while and nodded in agreement.He originally wanted to take advantage of Pluto's busy few days to go to the Broken Mountains to find trouble with sandworms, but his cultivation effect these days was very good, which was obviously related to the exhaustion of infuriating qi by striking iron during the day.

He is still a long way from the state of great perfection in the later stage of the qi refining period. It is obviously more important to improve his cultivation first, but there is no need to rush to accumulate materials for foundation building.

And since it was a gift for Tijana, of course he was happy to participate.

Lancelot waved the hammer again, and a piece of cold iron raw material was continuously expelled by his repeated beatings.But Barende was not so easily satisfied. He kept repeating the process of heating, beating, and folding until Lancelot finally stopped on the third day.

The next task of human beings is to push a stone-grinding disc to pull the burning white and cold iron raw material into wires as thin as a hair.

Whenever he pulled out a length of nine feet, the disc would automatically cut the wire, and Barende would come to collect the cold wire.The old dwarf was wearing thick gloves, but his arm was accidentally cut open.The dwarf's skin was as hard as a layer of calluses, showing the sharpness of these wires.

Each wire is specially heat treated, they are quenched and then tempered at relatively high temperatures.This will make them harder than the base of a sword, but greatly increase their flexibility, which is exactly what is needed for whips.

Then Barende used a device like a loom to wrap seven cold iron wires into a single wire, and then wrapped seven of these wires into a thicker wire.

Finally, seven such metal ropes are twisted into whip ropes for whips, one in the middle and six around it.In order to complete this last step, Lancelot used all his True Qi to tightly twist seven strings into one. constitute.

The final product is about eight feet long. The whip rope is only slightly harder than ordinary leather rope, and the end is tied with a blade made of cold iron; It is comfortable and non-slip; the top of the handle is inlaid with a beautiful mountain crystal, which acts as a counterweight and decoration.

"It's so beautiful." Lancelot couldn't help admiring the item he participated in making.The entire whip looks like it's glowing, but that's actually the reflection of the more than 300 cold wires that make up the whip rope.

Although he had never been trained to use a whip, he was sure that the whip could make half the demons in the city cry.

"This is definitely the highlight of my career." Barende looked at the whip proudly, "There is still one last link to complete."

"What's wrong?" Lancelot looked at Barende puzzled. The dwarves definitely couldn't inscribe the enchanted runes on the soft whip rope. Now this weapon should have nothing to do.

"Show this item to God the Father, the ancestor of dwarven craftsmanship, Muradin the Soul Forger." Barende said solemnly, "Each piece of carefully crafted work is our tribute to the father of dwarves, it is our Proof of following His teachings. Sometimes God the Father even sends blessings, if the work is superb enough."

"But..." Lancelo couldn't ignore the irony in it, "Have you thought about the prayer? Great Father God, please look at this whip made for the succubus! Are you sure the dwarves are Will God bless this weapon instead of the direct incarnation of Qi?"

Barend obviously did not expect this, his face slowly flushed, and finally he could only reluctantly say: "She is not bad to the dwarves, maybe the father of the dwarves will be willing to hear this."

Lancelot shrugged.He doesn't believe in any gods. In the world he came from, gods are illusory existences, and they have never shown their existence.

But this is different.Most of the gods here have never even heard of their names, except for the goddess of the moon, Su Lun, whom the elves of his world worship.

Each god has its own domain, clear likes and dislikes, and will give believers rewards or punishments, fight with each other, and even walk on the earth in person.

The power of the gods comes from the mastery of the rules, that is, the priesthood they have.As the races, behaviors, ideas, or anything else that a priesthood corresponds to becomes more common in the world, so does the power of their godhead.That's why the god of justice cannot tolerate any evil and injustice, the god of war vigorously advocates war, and the goddess of love smiles on all lovers in love.

The power of the cultivator is completely another system.In the early stage, cultivators build themselves into a container and improve their strength by accumulating the power of heaven and earth; in the middle stage, they develop their own universe and gain power by expanding this universe.When the cultivator's own universe reaches a certain level, he will be repelled by the universe where he lives, and the so-called 'ascension' will occur and leave the universe.

Han Tianzun only existed for a short time at that time, and he was rejected by this universe and left. It must be said that he was extremely lucky to be able to obtain his inheritance.

Here Barende is ready to pray to Moradin, the god of dwarves.The ritual is as simple as placing the offering on an anvil beside a lit furnace.

Barende knelt on one knee and recited in his mouth:
"Great father of the dwarves, protector of good and order, guardian of hills and mines, patron saint of artisans, Moradin the Soulforge, your people, Barend of the Frostforge clan, 'Dragonslayer 'Son of Bruno, I present to you this work of mine, a long whip. It consists of 340 three wires of cold iron, and was completed by me with the help of a human being endowed with divine power. It will be given to Tijana, both The lord of Bridgetown, er, a demon who has sheltered many dwarves, saved us from being enslaved."

The old dwarf's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he was obviously guilty of his own.

When he finished chanting, he found that nothing happened, he couldn't help sighing, and he didn't know whether it was regret or sigh.

"Okay, at least we're still alive and well." Lancelo sighed and pulled Barendra up.

At this moment, Lancelot's spiritual sense suddenly and frantically called the police, and an extremely powerful, extremely terrifying, and completely unmeasurable force rushed towards him.

At this moment, he understood that this was the divine power that people were talking about.Barend is really like his son and his father, and he succeeds in dying.

"Ruined."

This was his only thought at the moment.

　Accidentally, the number of words set by the water is watered again~ I ask for a recommendation ticket~
　　


(End of this chapter)