Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 839 The God of Forging Descends

Amidst the five people's loud laughter, a majestic and sacred aura suddenly descended upon them!

The moment this aura descended, the Eternal Radiance in Gao Yang's hand suddenly emitted a sharp sword cry, and an aura of sacred inviolability rapidly spread from the sword.

Clang!
In the void, a deafening explosion of metal clashing against metal resounded.

The metallic clang and the sword's cry collided in mid-air, and the sudden shockwave caused multiple overlapping images to appear on everyone's faces.

In a daze, Gao Yang saw a figure as strong as an iron ingot, carved by a knife and axe. In the right arm of this figure, a metal forging hammer burning with eternal flames was held.

His face was obscured, but his dark red eyes, radiating a molten lava-like light, were clearly visible.

Gao Yang held Yongyao in his hand, standing straight, and looked up at the top of the forging workshop.

There, space was slowly distorting, and a majestic and sacred aura was rapidly manifesting.

"It's Moradin! The great Moradin has arrived!" Old Mike looked up at the ceiling, his lips moving, overwhelmed with excitement.

The three Dalagons were equally excited, but compared to Old Mike's trembling body, the three younger dwarven blacksmith masters were more restrained.

Even so, their eyes were still red and filled with excitement.

However, whether they were as excited as Old Mike or as composed as the three of them, they all stood tall and proud, like soldiers waiting for their commander to review them, instead of kneeling down in devotion as other believers would when they saw their god.

Their current achievements are still enough to allow them to stand before the deity they believe in.

Although their strength was only extraordinary, not even legendary, let alone godlike, they had personally forged a god, and to some extent, their status was already comparable to that of a god.

However, this status has no practical use in the mundane world.

As the consciousness of Moradin, the god of forging, fully descended, the majestic and sacred aura gradually dissipated, transforming into a fiery aura.

After Moradin's consciousness descended, his dark red eyes first fell on Yongyao, and then his gaze moved to Gaoyang, who was holding Yongyao.

The moment their eyes met, Gao Yang's eyes reflected a star radiating golden light, and endless liquid fire flowed like magma from a forging furnace.

This vision flashed by, and Gao Yang's eyes reflected back the image of Moradin, the god of forging.

Moradin's eyes showed a hint of solemnity, because the moment his gaze met Gao Yang's, he sensed the god-slaying aura emanating from the other party.

This made Moradin, the god of forging, clearly realize that the human before him was a powerful god-slayer!
And now, in the hands of this god-slayer, lies a divine sword of equal rank.

With the blessing of this divine sword, the threat the opponent poses to the gods has risen to a new level.

Even some weaker gods, if they are the slightest bit careless when facing this being, will be killed on the spot.

With this thought in mind, Moradin nodded slightly to Gao Yang in greeting.

Gao Yang nodded in response to Moradin's goodwill.

Their eyes met, and Moradin's gaze fell on the four blacksmith masters of Darragon.

Looking at the four dwarves, Moradin's eyes showed a mixture of emotion, nostalgia, and amazement.

This method of using divine essence to forge a quasi-divine artifact into a divine artifact was merely a fleeting idea He had conceived. He never imagined that something even He couldn't accomplish would be achieved by a few of His followers. This made Moradin begin to doubt whether the mad path He had envisioned was truly so simple.

But this thought only lingered in His mind for a second before He completely rejected it.

This is not a simple matter; on the contrary, it is far more difficult than people imagine.

Whether it's how a complete divine spark is obtained by a mortal, the seamless cooperation of four master blacksmiths, the exceptionally powerful quasi-divine weapon greatsword, or an existence as powerful as the god-slayer before us.

Achieving any one of these four conditions is extremely difficult.

The probability of satisfying all four conditions simultaneously increases exponentially.

Moradin's gaze swept over each of Daragon and his companions, and Daragon and the others met his gaze without fear.

After His gaze left Cambage, under the watchful eyes of five people, He slowly raised the forging hammer in His right hand and tapped it with a barely perceptible motion.

As the forging hammer fell, a blazing star suddenly appeared behind Him, filling the vision of the five people. Golden liquid flowed and dripped down, eventually gathering under an iron felt.

The forging hammer, burning with an eternal flame, fell lightly onto the felt, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The next moment, five beams of light flew out from the iron felt, trailing long tails of light, and disappeared into the bodies of Gao Yang and the other four.

"Network notification: You have received the blessing of Molten Iron from Moradin, the god of forging. Your physical defense has been permanently increased by 5%."

A notification from the comprehensive network appeared before Gao Yang's eyes, but he only glanced at it and then ignored it.

A 5% increase in physical defense is practically negligible for him right now.

Compared to the blessing of melting iron, Gao Yang was more concerned about the goodwill revealed by Moradin's actions.

This not only represents the approval of a deity, but also means that in the future, if Gao Yang encounters other deities, he will have the qualification and status to speak with them on an equal footing.

After bestowing his blessing, Moradin did not linger there. The aura of the god-slayer was too sharp, and the aura emanating from the divine sword in his hand was too dangerous, causing his consciousness to quickly retreat.

In an instant, the consciousness of Moradin, the god of forging, vanished from this place.

Moradin's departure left Daragon and his companions slightly disappointed, but a smile quickly appeared on their faces.

Although the god of forging they worshipped had departed, the blessing He bestowed upon them for smelting iron was real.

As the memories gradually surfaced in their minds, Daragon and the others exchanged glances, their smiles growing even brighter.

As for Gao Yang, the departure of the God of Forging had no effect on him.

Compared to the God of Forging, he was more interested in the Eternal Radiance in his hands.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the Eternal Radiance Greatsword in his hand.

As he moved, a divine light filled his vision.

He narrowed his eyes and focused his gaze on the sacred light cluster on the Eternal Radiance sword. The next moment, the light cluster dispersed like mist to both sides, and information about Eternal Radiance began to appear in front of his retina.

(End of this chapter)