I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

But the young man in front of him is different, and has been different from others since eight years ago.

"Human, you make me very unhappy," Hephaestus stared at Siddigar with one hand on his face in dissatisfaction.

I am God, perfect God, why can you shake my heart?

really! ! !

Although her legs started to tremble, Siddija still showed a smile that was even uglier than crying.

"How shall I make it up to you, great Vulcan Hephaestus?"

"Answer my question," Hephaestus raised the corner of his mouth, "You should know what kind of god I am, and the ugly face makes people unable to look directly..."

Sorry, I just want to poke the eyes of those who spread the rumors.

"Because these legs were no different from decorations in the past," Hephaestus gently brushed his slender legs with another hand.

goodong...

Even though he kept warning himself to manage himself rationally, when he saw Hephaestus' slender fingers stroking his snow-white legs like a violin, Sidika swallowed subconsciously, and then felt a little embarrassed. pressing the body.

Hephaestus was stunned again, Sidika's little movements did not escape her eyes, but she was even more confused.

Why would this man treat a crippled...

can't understand...

Hephaestus sighed softly, and reached out his hands to cover Siddija's face.

"I'll ask this question when I think about it."

"Eh?"

"About your punishment will be decided after you give me the answer."

"Ehhhhh!"

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bang——

The moment the hammer collided with the red-hot iron block, dazzling sparks splashed, and as the hammer continued to smash down, the hot magma continued to splash from the surrounding cracks.

"Turn the hammer a little to the left," Hephaestus, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed, tapped on the armrest.

"Okay, Lord Hephaestus," the corner of Sidgar's mouth twitched, raising a hammer bigger than his head and hitting the red-hot iron block in front of him heavily.

"boom---"

The magma spewed out again, and the corners of Sidika's eyes twitched, and her head avoided the splashing magma.

"That... Lord Hephaestus, what the hell am I doing?" Sidgar said helplessly.

"Forge iron," Hephaestus opened his eyes, and his flame-like eyes looked lazily at Siddija, who was naked.

"I want to ask what's the point of doing this," Siddija glanced at the iron block he smashed like a broken egg, "I've never learned to make weapons."

"Relax, all the junk you made will be rebuilt," Hephaestus pointed to the pile of... iron blocks that were piled up like a pile of plates.

"Yeah... I don't think this is a waste of your time, Lord Hephaestus," Siddija wiped the sweat from her forehead.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but he always felt more and more tired.

"No, I'm forging a treasure," Hephaestus put on his chin with one hand and showed a mysterious smile, "I know what you want, but I can't make it for you for no reason, so you must meet my conditions."

"If it is to create a weapon that satisfies you, it may be in the next life," Siddija shrugged.

"Don't worry, no one in this world can surpass me in forging anyway," Hephaestus stretched out his fingers and wrapped his fiery red hair, "My condition is very simple, as long as you continue to swing the hammer , but...it's probably done."

bang——

The hammer slipped from Siddija's hand and hit the ground.

"consciousness………"

Hidega leaned on the forging table weakly, clutching his forehead. At this time, Hidega was extremely thankful that his body had soaked in the Styx, even if the magma could not destroy his body, it was a little hot...

"Isn't it weird?" The corner of Hephaestus' mouth rose slightly, and the wheelchair he was sitting in moved by himself and pushed her to the front of Sidika.

Siddija opened his mouth, but his increasingly blurred consciousness made him fall to the ground after only making a few tones of unknown meaning.

"The hammer you use is the hammer I used to make weapons, Zeus' lightning, Poseidon's trident, Hades' helmet, Apollo's chariot, almost all the weapons you can understand come from this hammer ," Hephaestus stretched out his hand, and the hammer on the ground flew up and landed firmly in her hand. "There is no doubt that this is a hammer that can only be swung by gods, and it is a kind of hammer for mortals to pick it up. To hone it, to wield it, is to hone your own spirit."

Hephaestus glanced at the scrap iron from Siddija, which was piled up on the side, and sighed involuntarily.

"It really makes me angry to think that this pile of junk was struck by the same hammer," Hephaestus snapped his fingers. "Let me process it for you a little."

The piles of scrap iron were suspended in the air as if they had been summoned, and the scorching magma spurted out from below them and engulfed them completely.

"Thirteen pieces of divine iron... Probably can make a weapon that surpasses that lightning, but..." Hephaestus glanced at Hidega, who fell to the ground, "What this child needs is a blessing, not a weapon."

Thirteen torrents shot out from the gushing magma and gathered in a swirling vortex at the left wrist of Sidika. The pure white jade-like bracer gradually took shape as the torrent faded.

"The carrier has been completed, and it is up to you to complete it."

Hephaestus took a deep look at Siddija.

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