Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 75 Heavy Sword: Mistydin
The forging process progressed steadily, and the psychopaths in the Equipment Department watched with fascination. Some even recorded the forging process in the hope of replicating it through mechanical capabilities.

The big sword in front of Lu Zao was also taking shape, but the exact amount of materials used was unknown.

Because he really couldn't remember, and there seemed to be some materials mixed in that were secretly added by some fearless lunatic, who clearly wanted to use him to process it.

Having the courage to get close during the forging process can indeed be praised as a courageous and fearless person who is willing to risk his life for research.

Caesar swallowed his saliva and said, "Lu Mingfei, can you really swing that thing?"

That thing probably weighs over a ton!

Weapons can be called lethal tools because they possess the tool attribute of "concentrated force" and can often produce effects with force and weight far exceeding that of the human body and the tool itself.

If this was swung, Caesar felt that at least at this stage he had no intention of training against Lu Mingfei.

Should Chu Zihang try to use Jun Yan to fight back?
Lu Mingfei trembled with fear: "This should be something that Brother Zao made for himself, right?"

I just want a big sword, not a Xuanzhong ruler, Brother Zao!

He now wants to yell at the little devil to cheat.

Chu Zihang looked around: "They probably won't tell anyone."

Caesar chuckled: "The people in the equipment department are probably about to kneel down and beg Old Lu to take them to play. It would be strange if they told anyone about it."

Finkel patted his chest to show his loyalty and was almost about to swear an oath.

Even though he felt in his heart that the humanoid creature in front of him was a dragon king.

Caesar said with satisfaction: "Very good, Finkel. Work hard during your free day. If you perform well, I can pay off your debts."

Finkel's eyes lit up: "It's a deal, boss!"

The high-temperature aura dissipated, and Lu Zao reached out and picked up the crude sword in front of him. Apart from its smooth surface and sharp aura, this weapon looked like an iron sword given to you by the village chief of a novice village to kill deer and chickens.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zao, is this thing for me? I can't wield a weapon that weighs over a ton."

"Over a ton?"

Lu Zao was surprised and said, "How can this thing possibly weigh more than a ton? The actual measurement shows that it weighs 800 kilograms at most. With your current physical condition, if you eat more and train more, there will definitely be no problem."

Xiaolu eats all the good things, so if he can't do that, Lu Zao will have to consider burying him.

At that time, A'lu's 17-consecutive-punch attack frightened Apple. According to the assessment, that attack had the same destructive power as a missile.

It's just an 800-kilogram weapon, and it's acceptable if used in the early stages.

Regardless of whether Lu Mingfei was the Dragon King or something else, Lu Zao remembered that Xiaolu's original words were not to die, although he didn't know why it turned into time zero and the bronze throne.

It is somewhat similar to the super-regenerative Word Spirit Yaki of the White King's descendants, and can also be used on others.

This special training method of "train until you die" is tailor-made for Xiaolu.

“But there is a problem.”

Lu Zao admitted: "The original estimated weight was indeed one ton, but I don't know where the 200 kilograms went."

If this happened in the world of food, even a novice would not make this kind of mistake.

And this is the Earth in the Dragon Clan's time and space, so Lu Zao is not clear about what this change is all about.

Director Akadula stepped forward and said, "Now that the forging is over, let me explain the reasons."

"Alchemical inscriptions. Alchemical inscriptions appeared on this sword."

"In the words of you Orientals, it should be the so-called 'read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear'. The alchemical inscription is automatically generated during the extreme forging, and the inexplicably disappearing finished metal is the price."

Akadula explained: "Words and alchemy are the top abilities of dragons, and they are also explanations of the rules."

"For example, some so-called 'mysterious places' that cannot be explained by science are actually easier to understand from the perspective of alchemy and words. Dragon blood is the key for us hybrids to discover the world." "Being able to do this, Lu Zao, you have surpassed most of the alchemists in the world."

Akadula took one look at the giant sword with a blade about two meters long and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

With this kind of martial arts strength, the master-level forging ability seems insignificant, and he will be treated like an ancestor wherever he goes.

Just like the Buddhist master Tang Seng always likes to say that his eldest disciple has a golden cudgel weighing 13,500 kilograms.

If you come across countries that know the existence of immortals and Buddhas, you have to add that it is the Monkey King who once made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace.

Lu Zao asked: "Director Akadula, do you know what the alchemical inscriptions above are? Do they constitute an alchemical field?"

Akadula nodded. "If it's not an overly complicated alchemical inscription, the technical capabilities of the equipment department can analyze it. If it's too complicated, we have to ask the vice-president for help."

"Also, if the alchemical inscription is combined with the bloodline, it seems that there will be some different changes."

"Of course, if you want to test it, you'll have to take the trouble to carry it over."

To be honest, he was still very curious about this kind of alchemical inscription whose meaning was self-evident. He was so curious that he wanted to ask Lu Zao if he had any idea of ​​joining the equipment department.

Lu Zao handed over the heavy sword with his backhand: "Xiaolu, carry it over."

Seeing Lu Mingfei carrying the giant sword with a red face, the psychopaths in the equipment department started taking pictures of Lu Mingfei's bulging muscles and said that they would consider having the academy's physical education classes practice according to this standard in the future.

Caesar stroked his chin and said, "If the cost wasn't a bit high, I think we could carry this thing and exercise."

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, if you have so much free time, why don't I give you this precious opportunity? No need to thank me."

After the equipment department went through a process of scientific metaphysical testing, they had a rough idea of ​​the alchemical inscriptions on this heavy sword.

In layman's terms, it possesses the three basic alchemical inscriptions of solid, heavy and sharp. In the words of Director Akadula, it is a "durable and solid" alchemical inscription without any fancy effects.

Lu Mingfei returned to the dormitory and stroked the sword. At least he could hear that Director Akadula loved this sword.

After all, they are a group of practical people who specialize in making assembly line stamped iron bars for their seniors to use as knives, so the psychopaths in the equipment department usually appear as bomb maniacs.

"Brother, you seem to have obtained a very good weapon."

Lu Mingfei handed over a wine jug.

"So I'm in a good mood today. I can't wait to recognize Brother Zao as my godfather right now."

Lu Mingze took the wine jug and sniffed it, his expression becoming intoxicated.

Drink half of it yourself and use the remaining half as carrots and potato chips, perfect.

Lu Mingfei started to playfully say, “Wait, you’re not old enough to drink yet, right? Give it back to me.”

Lu Mingze's little face instantly became alert.

"That won't do. How can you take back something you gave away?"

"So, brother, have you thought of a name for this sword?"

Lu Mingfei's hand stroked the blade, and the bright red blood flowed through the sword, outlining blood-red lines on the sword that looked like the veins of tree roots and leaves.

"Think about it."

"Misttin, that's the name of this sword."

Lu Mingze sat silently beside Lu Mingfei's bed, looking like brothers chatting about TV dramas and anime, even though Lu Mingfei was almost bleeding.

Mistydin, the sword of destruction and ominousness.

The series of stories triggered by this sword foreshadow the arrival of "Twilight of the Gods".

(End of this chapter)