through the dark road

"I have never lived in Cous. When Lilith went crazy, I...should have been in the Arreat Mountains, guarding the World Stone Fortress."

Seafast looked in a daze, and these long-standing memories had become fragmented due to the various tortures he endured in hell.

But because he was in charge of the soul furnace, although he did not personally witness Lilith's massacre of angels and demons, he was able to organize a nearly complete story using memory fragments from other souls.

"If it sinks into the ground, the location should not have changed. Can you find it?" Mo Bei asked.

"I can try..."

Thinking of returning to the place of refuge after so many years, the blacksmith still felt quite complicated.

As he spoke, he clamped out the red-hot armor plate and placed it on the anvil. It seemed that he did not intend to leave halfway.

But Mo Bei couldn't wait. He had been cheated out of a good card just so he could get back and forth, and he didn't know how long it would take to repair the equipment. .

Just as he was thinking about whether to leave the repair work to others, he saw the hammer in Hayfast's hand suddenly accelerated, and the afterimage was directly swung out. The sound of forging was rapid and intense, and the sparks flew out as the result. The airflow caused by the hammer swirled around in chaos, making him open his mouth in silence and froze on the spot.

Could it be. .

This is what is legendary. .

Chaotic cloak wind hammer method?
The torn gap in the armor plate was fused with the embedded metal under high-speed forging. Then the hammer turned over and continued to hit quickly with the narrow head for a while, and then was thrown directly into the quenching oil tank.

Mo Bei stepped forward and picked up the warm armor plate with a tool, and found that a fine rune array had been engraved on the hairpin. It only took more than ten breaths before and after, and a hammer that looked very clumsy could actually do it. Do it to this extent.

It is said that for laymen, it was a bit shocking for Mo Bei to intuitively realize the professional level of this blacksmith despite the top-quality equipment forged by Seafast before.

Seafast's expression was calm, even a little dull, but his movements did not pause at all. He processed several pieces of armor plates in succession, and then assembled and riveted them. He only used a cigarette to repair a highly battle-damaged heavy armor. alright.

He straightened up, poked his head out of the courtyard wall and called out, and soon two blacksmiths came in.

The two men just glanced at Mo Bei and saw that he was wearing ordinary equipment, so they didn't care much. Instead, they listened respectfully to Hayfast's arrangements and took over the rest of the work.

In the space badge, Taseres drove the giant spiders into a corner and huddled tightly together, and began to learn to show the domineering nature of a lord-level demon.

When she sees these giant spiders, she can't help but think of that poisonous woman Setia, and she feels a little secretly happy that she can bully them here.

Seafast suddenly appeared in the space badge, looked around, and then sat down on the spot.

When the banshee saw this silly big guy coming, her eyes moved slightly and she became a little more happy. She felt a little bored now.

She put her hands behind her back and released some of the pressure of the lord-level demon, pacing around Seafast who was sitting there blankly.

Even though Seafast was slightly taller than her when sitting, she still looked condescending, looking down at this backward "junior".

The giant spiders shrank even tighter under the pressure, with their eight jointed limbs interlocking and interlocking, tightly hugging their bodies, and forming themselves into a ball.

The blacksmith just glanced at the banshee in a strange way, then slowly withdrew his gaze and continued to sit there unmoved.

This offended the succubus.

"Huh!? Is this the attitude you should have when facing the chief demon servant and the Beers-level demon lord?"

The blacksmith raised his eyelids again, feeling increasingly puzzled.

Speaking of the demon lord, he could feel the extraordinary aura emanating from the banshee, but who was this chief demon servant? .

Don't you think it's weird to put these two together? .

The blacksmith's attitude made the banshee go crazy, and she gritted her teeth for a while, but then she felt the warning from her master's mind, so she had no choice but to give up.As soon as Mo Bei felt the banshee's strange movement, he put his consciousness into the space badge and happened to see this scene.

He knew that Banshee was a bitch, so he didn't care.

But the state shown by Seafast made him feel helpless.

In addition to being unable to let go of Tyrell's sword, the blacksmith had previously shown excitement and ecstasy over the successful recasting of Blue Fury. Since then, he has always looked so neutral, as if nothing else could. Really make him care.

Although becoming a slave of the devil is not something to be happy about, it does make sense to be depressed.

But the problem is that I don't feel any resistance in him. Is it just because he has completed the mission of recasting the blue fury that he has become empty?
Why don't you go back and talk to him and ask him what his dream is?
. . . . .

Back in Lugaoyin, Mo Bei went straight to the Mages Guild and saw Artu who looked haggard and groaned while covering his head.

"What happened??" he asked in shock.

The fat old man Zhuo Genan on the side shrugged nonchalantly:

"It's a backlash, but it's not a big problem."

"What's going on?" Mo Bei asked again.

Altu took a deep breath, sat up, twitched his lips and said:
"Those four people are much stronger than me. It's not unusual for something like this to be counterattacked..."

"Then...failed?"

"No, there was an accident in the end. The person you are looking for should be here." Altu handed over a scroll.

Mo Bei took a look at it, frowned slightly, and then put it away.

"It's ready, drink it while it's hot." Lysander walked in from the door with a crutch in one hand and a crystal bottle in the other.

Inside the crystal bottle was a bubbling gray liquid, which looked a bit viscous. Artu took it in his hand, held it against the mouth of the bottle to steady it, and immediately retched with a painful look on his face.

"Drink quickly, it won't hurt so much after you drink it!" Lysander urged, not allowing others to live up to his good intentions.

Mo Bei couldn't bear to look directly at it. It took a lot of courage to drink that thing. . .

Sounds like it's for pain relief?Do you want a bottle of ibuprofen?There seems to be a military analgesic in the inventory. .

When Lysander saw him there, he let out a hey, with a happy expression on his face, and found the boy quite pleasing to his eye.

Looking at Mo Bei's short, shiny black hair, he felt even happier:

"How's it going? My hair restorer works well, right? Look at how long your hair is now. It's so luxuriant that you can't even pluck it out."

Mo Bei was speechless. He remembered that the old man had indeed given him two bottles of hair growth elixir before, but he had never used them. With the current mess in his inventory, it was probably difficult to find them.

But he didn't have to look for it, because Lysander handed him two more bottles. .

“I further tweaked the formula and now it’s almost completely odor-free!”

Mo Bei didn't want to refute the old man's reputation, so he accepted it politely, but he was wondering why the old man knew that he needed such a thing. .

Also, how could the formula be changed over and over again just to eliminate the smell? Sanctuary is not without spices. How many years of jail time would it take to make the potion smell better?
Look at the potion in Altu's hand. .It’s more painful to drink than not to drink! (End of chapter)