The square of the temple was densely crawling with tens of thousands of Green Dragon believers.
There was no telling how many heads would wake up after when they were finally roused, but even if half of them did, that wasn't something they'd be able to tackle anytime soon.
Eleazar, who couldn't digest the magic potion anyway, could only watch them go on a rampage from the platform.
After thinking for a moment, he opened the space crystal, picked up the dragon spine, and walked in.
The two women who didn't know what he was up to walked in right along with him.
Phyllis, who was left alone outside, glanced at the silver-colored spatial boundary, and also scowled, keeping her head down and following her master's footsteps.
Then as soon as she walked in, she was stunned by the mythological material that emanated horror in front of her.
That's something.
So there are demons in this world!
What's this?
Why aren't they in any of their royal collections?
Eleazar glances behind her at the already dumbfounded-looking Queen's Daughter, pulls a pillar of fine gold out of a shelf, and heats the furnace.
While he still had a long time to go before the melting stage, he picked up his silver knife again and trimmed the end of the dragon spine, slowly filing it into the shape of a grip.
Avalanche ~
The knife, made of silver, was chipped off by the impenetrable keel after a few filings.
"Tsk..."
Eleazar has a mind to infuse spirituality and activate the Silver Light to slice the keel in two.
Looking at the few remaining ingots of sterling silver, he could only endure the pain of cutting a piece off, melting it, molding it, and tapping it against the broken knife a few times to remake it into a new utility knife.
"Do you have silver here?"
The king's daughter, who was cautiously visiting, suddenly realized that her surroundings had become quiet, and she looked up to find three expressionless lines of sight cast in front of her.
She subconsciously shivered and hurriedly replied, "Yes, we hold a few silver mines..."
Eleazar then continued to forge the silver knife, asking absently as he did so, "What about sterling silver?"
"What sterling silver, high purity silver?"
Phyllis was filled with confusion.
Having gotten the information he wanted Eleazar turned back to the dragon and picked up his newly forged silver knife, infused it with a touch of spirituality, and then frantically chipped away at the dragon's tailbone like he was scraping fish scales.
No wonder this side of the war cleric is so weak, those knights and swordsmen warriors are all as unbearable as dirt, it turns out that they simply do not know that there is also pure silver this kind of super killing weapon.
That would have been an ordinary metal within reach, which, once purified, refined, and activated, could be transformed into a terrifying metal that in turn dispelled transcendent properties.
Well, the assassins on Loran's side didn't take weapons made of this material either, clearly pure silver is more powerful than any legendary poison system.
It seemed that the process of refining sterling silver was firmly in the hands of the Church, and he had previously assumed that it was a public recipe known to everyone.
Thinking for a moment, Eleazar puts down the hilt of his already-remodeled sword and goes back to working with the elixir solution.
Add various materials directly into the furnace of churning metal bubbles.
One of each of the seven colored gemstones is ground into a powder...
A magic crystal collected from a mage...
Finally, add two large spoons of alchemy powder, stir it, and injection mold it into a magical fine gold ingot.
While still warm, it was easy to twist off a ball of metal wire and slowly wrap it around the hilt that had been polished so it wouldn't sting anymore.
Eleazar gripped it up and swung it around, the sound of the heavy wind echoing through the lab, and it felt as if it felt good in his hands.
Then the all-important reinforcement begins!
After all, the transcendent materials he possessed now could no longer be compared to the days when he was poor.
To prevent this tailbone weapon from breaking with a single knock like that Naga spine, he would need to perform a lot of alchemy curing to give it the same durability as a normal forged weapon.
The dragon bones of the three-headed dragon, were all cracked, and the four people in the lab were busy all day before they were all ground into powder.
Evelea wiped the sweat from her forehead and pouted a little in displeasure.
The first time her own man had taken his life's work so seriously, he had just made a weapon she couldn't use.
And Eleazar's side is already dealing with poison dragon blood.
Boiling the vat of transcendental blood, he kept adding herbs and finally boiled it into a large pot of inky purple soup.
With that done, Eleazar also wipes his sweat and takes a break.
Then he flipped through the magic guidebook again, confirming the alchemy process for later.
A bucket of poisonous dragon blood, a large tub of dragon bone powder, and a jar of alchemy powder.
Preparing everything, he picked up the Dragon Spine Sword and placed it into the dragon's blood to soak while also injecting spirituality to catalyze it, then picked it up again and sprinkled it with bone powder, continuing to catalyze the spirituality to make the material fuse.
reinforce sth.
spike sth.
reinforce sth.
spike sth.
It was repeated an unknown number of times until those two ingredients were getting so small that the kegs of dragon's blood were tilted down, leaving only a thin layer of residue.
The king's daughter, who had already changed into a linen dress, was pleasing the demoness while eyeing the increasingly extraordinary dragon spine bone sword.
No one could refuse a weapon in their hands, even a small child who didn't know anything about anything would pick up a branch at their feet and swing it, let alone a Swordsman Sequencer like her who needed to master the weapon to maximize its power.
"564 reinforcement processes, 675 poison injection enhancements..."
Witcher's face was almost completely pale and withered.
It was also at this time that he realized why those master forgers would vomit their blood for a handful of weapons.
It was the satisfaction of having created the perfect work of art with your own hands!
"Could it be that I have a talent for the artisan pathway as well?"
Eleazar opened and closed his withered lips in a low mutter.
Finally, he sprinkled down a handful of alchemy powder and injected all of his spirituality into it, causing the Dragon Spine Sword to constantly tremble and hum, changing colors in all kinds of ways, all of the materials completely fusing into one, all of the characteristics collecting and condensing, no longer so sharp, and finally, the color of the entire weapon turned greyish-white, becoming very flat and uninteresting.
"Well..."
The moment the weapon was complete, Eleazar felt a wave of dizziness and hastily braced his hands on the table to steady himself as he nearly fell over.
Replying for a moment, he slowly turned his head.
The king's daughter over there whimpered and raised her head, her eyes full of expectation.
Eleazar hands over the dragon spine sword as she had hoped.
"From now on, this will be your king's sword, Legendary grade, the whole is made of Legendary material, it can help you overcome all difficulties and keep gaining
The shackles on her body loosened at the sound, and Phyllis was instantly overwhelmed as she dropped to one knee and took the legendary weapon.
"As you wish, my lord..."
Eleazar responded faintly, then said:
"Now, take your king's sword and cut me!"
Phyllis hesitated for a moment until she was whipped by the witch behind her, her eyes sharpened in an instant, and the heavy Dragon Spine Sword slashed diagonally with a backhand in an instant as if it weighed nothing in her hand.
Witcher flew backward at the sound, already defending at full strength, first the cursed armor was torn apart like paper, followed by the Titan's torso slashing through a bone-deep sword mark, narrowly avoiding being disemboweled.