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Luo Xiaohei stared at An Su with a face full of black lines, her heart had plowed through An Su's entire ancestral grave. She had never heard of such a cheap method of alchemy, with all the alchemical materials embezzled by him!
Without materials, how are you going to forge a blade!
How are you going to infuse Holy Water into the blade?
The seal was nearing its limit; the Blood Servant frantically tore at the Holy Cloth, a pair of blood-dripping hands after another tore open the doors, eager to probe into the dining room. It gasped for breath, with fresh blood dripping down its fangs, and a thick, nauseating stench of blood wafted out.
[Seal Remaining Time: Ten minutes]
"Good. Let's start forging." An Su said with a smile. He took the only material he had not embezzled—a bottle of Holy Water, poured it into a conical flask, and set it on the table. With his hands pressed against the tabletop, he gently chanted the magic.
