Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Raine stretched out his hands, pointing both index fingers to his temples.

The movements are exaggerated.

Then, he raised his two index fingers and spread them slightly outwards, making them look like antennas.

The posture was comical, yet profoundly meaningful.

"Good heavens..."

Dakos muttered to himself, he understood.

The emotional strategists treated Ryan's head as a transit point.

Lord Adosi-Tehga used telepathy to completely copy Renn's memory of examining the stone tablets on the Dragon Islands into his own mind.

It's not asking, it's not repeating, it's reading directly.

And that's not all...

Using the Clive Broadsword in his hand, Darkus quickly made a judgment. Lord Whiniartanque first uploaded his memories into Renn's mind.

Then.

Master A then used telepathy to copy the memories from Rein's head.

With one in and one out, the black box that manufactures looms was revealed.

Rennes became a data channel, a living transmission line.

"What about fuel?" Darkus then asked.

“Alcohol-2,” Dess explained, subconsciously raising his chin as he spoke, then spreading his hands, his tone tinged with helplessness, “The performance isn’t ideal…”

Dakos nodded without saying anything, simply looking down and continuing to feel the weight, balance, and texture of Clive's broadsword.

Clive's broadsword was not designed by him. It was discovered through archaeological excavation in Aubian.

The blade is large and wide, with a sharp, clean design, yet it feels incredibly light in the hand. Its precise center of gravity allows for almost no hesitation when swung, enabling it to easily slice through various types of sturdy armor and tough flesh.

It's not about brute force, it's about structure!

Moreover, it wasn't just the broadswords that were discovered at the time. The place where the broadswords were found was an armory, or rather, a storage room. (Chapter 193)
Half-Clive Blade, Executioner's Blade, Trident Boomerang, Mirror Sword, Longsword, Punch Dagger and Armguard Blade that can serve as a secondary or additional weapon. There are also various types of power whips, and variants, such as the Razor Flail that can switch between sword and whip.

The weapons were displayed on the shelves, like sleeping beasts, sealed away and waiting to be awakened again.

After these weapons and equipment were discovered, Dakos did not keep them for himself, but distributed them.

Seliri received half a Clive's Broadsword.

Shakara received a trident boomerang and a whip.

and many more.

Now...

Clive's broadsword, trident boomerang, and whip have become standard and iconic equipment for the Edrezer Order.

The female Kredans are mostly members of the Blood Nightmare Order of Shakhara, skilled in using trident boomerangs, whips, and various melee weapons.

Male Credans, on the other hand, are more adept at using the half-Clive broadsword. Compared to the relatively cumbersome Clive broadsword, the half-Clive blade is more flexible and can be used alone or in combination with the other blade.

To piece together a larger weapon.

It can switch freely between offense and defense.

of course.

Whether it's a broadsword, a long whip, or other weapons, they are usually just secondary weapons.

Kredan's primary weapon remains the halberd, which is suitable for use in military formations, for fighting large targets, and for mass production.

Its length, weight, and structure have all been tested in numerous real-world applications.

The martial arts techniques that come with the halberd are from the Black Guard.

Cold, precise, and without any unnecessary movements.

When it's harvest time...

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After examining it for a moment, Darkus flipped Clive's broadsword over and looked at the blade. The edge flashed coldly in the sunlight, and his gaze followed it, almost scanning it meticulously.

Compared to the previous broadswords, this one has a different blade; it has become a double-edged blade with a row of serrations embedded between them. However, the serrations are only partially exposed, not fully exposed, resembling a mechanism that is poised to strike but deliberately conceals its sharpness.

He looked up and glanced at Daisy.

If he wasn't mistaken, the design of this broad-bladed weapon was likely Dess's work. That style, so obsessed with the superposition of structural logic and efficiency, was very much like Val's.

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, Dais responded.

"If the loom is not started, the first thing to hit the target is the saw teeth, which will then spring back and retract."

Dakos nodded.

He understood: the serrations would retract after hitting the target, and what would follow the rebound was... a double-edged sword.

The first tear.

The second segment was cut.

Continuous, seamless, and giving the target almost no reaction time.

After glancing at the row of serrated edges a few more times, he looked up at Ryan.

"Dragon Islands?"

"Dragon Islands!"

Dakos nodded again.

He then flipped the broadsword and began to hold it, while his body subconsciously assumed an impact-resistant posture, with his feet apart, his center of gravity lowered, his shoulders slightly turned to the side, and his wrists slightly locked.

then……

A buzzing sound appeared.

He started the loom, which is an electric motor.

After the loom started, the transmission gears drove the chain to rotate at high speed. A tight and continuous meshing sound came from inside the metal, fine and even, like the precise heartbeat of a machine. He didn't know the exact speed, but he could feel that it was very fast.

The air was stirred up, and a blurry outline, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, even appeared on the edge of the blade.

Moreover, there was no violent vibration as I had imagined; the handle was surprisingly stable.

If I'm not mistaken, the wide blade should have an internal shock absorption system to mitigate the impact and recoil from high-speed rotation; otherwise, at that speed, the gripper's hand would have been cracked long ago.

After a moment of feeling it, he turned on the flashlight.

Once the flashlight is activated, this broadsword becomes both physical and magical.

In the words of the neighboring 40K, the Eldar's chain blades contain soul stones imbued with the souls of their ancestors. Not only do they not require regular refueling, but they also possess psionic damage attributes, giving the weapons an enchantment effect.

As for the Eldar using chainsaws and such...

It's just a stereotype.

It's important to know that the earliest users of chain blades were not humans, nor orcs, but the Ancient Elven race.

With this strike!

Just imagining the cutting path in that instant made his wrist tighten slightly.

Unfortunately, there was no suitable target for chopping at the scene.

After the loom was turned off, the humming sound quickly subsided until it fell silent. He planted the broadsword on the ground and unscrewed the back of the handle.

After unscrewing it, he found crystals inside. He lifted the broadsword, flipped it over, and poured out the crystals. Five small golden crystals appeared one after another in his palm.

Gold is a symbol of piety.

The crystals clinked gently in his palm, producing a soft, crisp sound. He weighed them in his hand, pretending to assess the density and stability of the energy stored within. Then, he slipped the crystals into the handle of the flashlight.

"It seems our weapons systems are about to undergo a major upgrade?"

After stopping playing with it, Darkus sighed. His tone wasn't excited, but it carried a certainty that almost seemed to foresee the future. As he sighed, he handed the broadsword to the eager Kadjohn.

“Yes!” Dess said, “but it’s not perfect. In my opinion, the chain should turn silently, not make a buzzing sound. Perhaps it has something to do with the fuel?”

As he said this, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he genuinely regretted that little bit of noise.

Darkus looked at Des, but instead of focusing on a surprise attack or assassination, he...

"I think we should avoid the unhealthy obsession with perfection that doesn't exist or shouldn't exist, because perfection can lead us into paranoia."

The tone was calm, more like a reminder than a rebuttal.

Des was stunned, Renn was stunned, and even Kachoin, who was playing with the broadsword, stopped.

“A reverse stitch in the seam of a robe? A break in a carpet pattern? Or the soft breath at the end of an aria?” Dakotas said slowly, as if listing some kind of list he had already thought of.

"A deliberate hug to create a flaw?" Ryan responded.

"Yes, this is what I've realized recently. This approach reminds elves not to expect themselves or others to be perfect."

When Darkus said this, his gaze was not on anyone, as if he were speaking to some distant being.

“The Philosopher King!” Kadjohn said in a bizarre tone, deliberately drawing out the last syllable.

"Shut up!" Darkus said irritably.

Kadjohn shrugged and continued toying with his broadsword as if nothing had happened.

“You’re right, Darkus!” Dess didn’t join the discussion, but instead closed his eyes and pondered.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and admitted it.

"How about a halberd?" Kadjoin stopped playing with it and changed the subject.

"Of course!"

Just then, Lord Mazdamudi appeared, along with a device. The air grew slightly heavier the moment he appeared, as if space itself had made way for him.

“In your words, this is a black box used to manufacture metal,” Dais said, pointing to the device.

“Dragon Islands?” Darkus looked at Renn.

"Dragon Islands!"

Master Ma seemed to know exactly what Darkus was thinking. Just as the black box was about to land, it suddenly froze in mid-air. It was as if time itself had frozen around it for a moment.

Then, it began to move laterally.

It wasn't falling, nor floating, but rather being pulled out from the folds of space by an unseen hand, like opening a drawer that had been prepared long ago.

"A pastry stand?" Dess walked to the floating black box, tilting his head to examine the device, his tone tinged with uncertain confusion. "It doesn't seem quite right, but..."

His fingers reached into the black box, where a crystal was embedded. Its color was not clear and transparent, but a deep indigo, as if the midnight sky had been frozen. Countless points of light flowed slowly inside, like a living star map.

He removed it, and the moment the crystal detached from the black box, a series of geometric patterns flashed across its surface.

It was fleeting, yet precisely imprinted on Dakota's retina.

"You wrote the pattern into the crystal?"

Dai Si, Master Ma, and Master A nodded in unison.

Dakos paused for a moment, then gave a thumbs up.

Master Ma and Master A bowed their heads.

This moment.

They sensed the burning approval and admiration emanating from Dakos.

That wasn't a fluctuation of emotion, but rather an almost fervent sense of identification.

"Particulate state?" Darkus withdrew his hand, his tone now calm. But the glint in his eyes betrayed no one.

He didn't wait for a reply; his gaze had already begun to wander over the black box.

No, it's not a black box.

Dais just used the wrong word.

This thing is less of a black box and more of a machine tool.

A machine tool jointly created by the Vaal avatar and the Sran priests!

His thoughts raced back to the chainsaw with its wide blade, its insanely precise teeth, its blade pattern that resonated with the user's soul, its structure that seemed destined to be this way—if he wasn't mistaken, it was produced by this very machine. In the crystal in Dess's hand, the chainsaw's dimensions, structure, and patterns were now dormant.

But he didn't see what the machine tool should look like.

There was no spindle, no tool post, no guide rails. It lacked the familiar mechanical beauty of three-axis linkage, four-axis oscillating, and five-axis swivel. This thing didn't even have a flat surface that could be called a 'worktable'...

That leaves only one possibility.

His thoughts suddenly leaped to the intelligence Renn had brought back from the Dragon Islands—the magic of metalworking. At the time, he had thought it was just some kind of more advanced magic or craft, but now he understood.

What Ryan told was far more amazing than he and Ryan had ever imagined.

"Yes." Lord Mazdamudi's voice finally rang out. The voice did not come from his throat, but resonated directly in the depths of his consciousness. It was deep and slow, and every syllable seemed to have existed since the beginning of the world. "Particle state."

Dakos opened his mouth, then raised his hand and covered his forehead.

That's a huge leap forward!

His consciousness went blank for a brief moment, not from fear or shock, but from a mental breakdown caused by being struck by a reality that exceeded his expectations.

This is more than just talking nonsense.

This is already a step beyond the atmosphere, into the universe!
The word "particulate state" exploded in his mind, countless possibilities scattering like a starburst. It wasn't forging, casting, or even any manufacturing process he recognized. It was matter existing in its most basic granular form before taking shape, and then, under some guidance, assembling itself.

It's like 3D printing, but 3D printing requires layering, supporting structures, and a long cooling and curing process.

And particulate matter...

Before being assembled into a fixed object, it is first assembled in the form of particles in a mold, which is called casting!
The mold is cast, but instead of molten metal, it contains countless basic particles invisible to the naked eye. Guided by a certain pattern, these particles arrange themselves, stack themselves, and form any imaginable shape.

“After assembly,” Dess explained, “the particles are fused together through energy release. This manifests as an instantaneous hardening. The stronger the instantaneous energy release, the higher the upper limit of fusion.”

Dakos finally lowered his hand.

His expression was strange; his lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh, or perhaps he wanted to curse, before finally settling on a complex expression that mixed astonishment, speechlessness, and a kind of almost frenzied excitement.

What is the ultimate product of the combination of magic and physics?

This is.

Skip the three axes.

Skip the quadcopter.

Skip the fifth axis.

It even skipped the concept of 'axis' itself.

Building directly at the atomic level, as long as the 'pattern' is precise enough and the 'energy release' is powerful enough, theoretically—anything can be built!
Dakos took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He was about to say something when he heard Dess's voice from beside him.

The voice was not loud, and even carried a hint of dazedness, as if it were talking to itself, or as if it were announcing to the world an impending, irreversible era of change.

"Iseramar Silver is outdated."

Dais raised his head and looked up at the sky. His gaze pierced through the sky, landing on some more distant place.

Perhaps it's the glory of the past? Perhaps it's the possibility of the future? Perhaps it's a belief that was once considered eternal but has suddenly collapsed?
Yseramar Silver.

One of the pinnacles of elven forging craftsmanship, a masterpiece of Vaal fire, a myth passed down through generations, and the soul of countless divine weapons.

It's outdated.

Darkus didn't refute; he simply stared at the suspended machine tool and the indigo crystal at Des's fingertip. Then he smiled—a faint, gentle smile that lingered on his lips longer than usual.

He thought of the silver spaceship in the City of Mist; perhaps its hull was made of this metal? (End of Chapter)