The air is burning.

It burned his heart and lungs.

[Xiao Li... you... you are still... still alive...]

The dying voice of the senior sister was like a clear spring, calling Li back from the hellish nightmare in the boundless heat.

He still remembered that in that real nightmare, he was walking at the end of the team, following his master, master, senior brothers and sisters, and many various master craftsmen. It seemed that he had no hesitation, but in fact he walked into the building uneasily.

The terrifying and magnificent giant anti-demon forge.

[King Xuan of the Chen Dynasty surrendered to Wang Ban, and he betrayed the ‘Legendary Plan’...]

[The monsters will find us sooner or later...]

[Jianhu City failed... the furnace exploded... it's a holy day, my daughter and son-in-law are both inside...]

[Sighing that the camp at the foot of the mountain has been lost, there is no news from hundreds of thousands of troops, and the No. 6 furnace in Xiongjun City is probably gone...]

Also accompanying him were the dwarf princes and forging masters from Shackles City, the ancient elf craftsmen and spellcasters from the ancient sacred tree, the old masters and senior scholars from the Three Towers, and countless named craftsmen. Some were silent, while others were whispering to each other.

.

【How many furnaces are left besides us?】

【There should be not many left...】

[If the legendary plan cannot succeed...]

He remembered the dense spells and formations in the anti-demon forge, which were hypnotic and strange.

He remembered that people had arranged their formations, positions and rotation order, and it was orderly and the atmosphere was sad.

He watched in horror as the mages who tried their best to maintain the magic circle were sweating, suffering from heatstroke, comatose, falling to the ground, burning, and turning into mummies in the bright red field of vision.

He remembered that the master's whole body was on fire, but he still swung the forging hammer unswervingly, with powerful force, until the demonic fire in the furnace overflowed as if alive, the master's figure disappeared in the flames, and the iron bones became

Charcoal, flesh and blood turned to ashes...

He remembered that opposite his master, the unknown elf craftsman seemed to be unaware and continued to smash the hammer without any thought, until the flames also swallowed him up.

He remembered that the master stepped forward to take over in mourning, and resolutely swung the hammer in the blazing flames that even the advanced tempering magic, fire-avoiding charms, heat insulation materials and fire-resistant armor could not withstand.

Forge soldiers with fate.

Of course, what he will never forget the most is that in the increasingly unbearable heat, he, the youngest disciple in Mingyang Sword House, was completely frightened after seeing his master turn into ashes.

[No, it’s too hot. Let me take a breath and cool down. Brother, cool down...]

He lost his mind, threw the vow of determination before leaving behind, and fled in the suffocating heat.

he.

he!

[Sorry, I'll be back in a moment, I swear, I just want to take a breath...]

The excruciating pain of burning skin made him throw himself at the locked door, beat it wildly, and begged all the adults and gods he could.

【Let me out! Please! Let me out...get out...】

Countless looks in the Anti-Magic Furnace were thrown at him, including disappointment, intolerance, anger, and numbness. But soon, everyone returned to their places amidst the scoldings, chanting spells, blowing wind, or

Feeding, or swinging the hammer...

He was left alone with his feeble slapping and hoarse wails.

Until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

【Xiao Li...】

The fourth senior sister, who was wearing cast armor, her skin was also red from the heat, and her hair was curled up, stood behind him and tried her best to smile.

Facing his desperate pleading eyes, she moved quickly, twisting the complicated three-layer machine lock continuously, and opened the door a crack.

He also pushed him out of the door, dazed in despair and shock.

【Who opened the door!】

[Oops, the body has cooled down! It is taking shape!]

[No, if this continues it will just be an ordinary anti-demon weapon! 】

【close the door!】

【Heat up quickly!】

The cool air hit his face, and he stumbled and fell outside the door, looking back blankly.

In the red light that filled the room, she, the senior sister who usually cared for him the most, glanced at him through the crack in the door.

Leave the last smile.

Unlike what he expected, that smile was both gratifying and tolerant.

No blame intended.

The door slammed shut.

[Macintosh’s fire is not enough!]

[Enable backup fire!]

[No, the temperature controllable by magic has reached its limit, and adding more will cause source mutual exclusion! 】

[We can delay mutual exclusion, for example, as an additional anti-balance method, we have to use light and shadow spells, and let the nerds from the Red Corner Tower come...]

[Or like the abnormal descending spell, it can temporarily cause the law to fail, and first let the heat stop flowing to the low temperature... Hey, from the war tower! Try Elber's formation interference! 】

[No, not enough! Blood Thorn said that what the new anti-magic force needs to achieve is neither to delay the return of balance nor to lose control of the law, but to go deep into the source! Otherwise, it will not be able to withstand and deconstruct the magic power of Macintosh...]

[I don’t understand! You damn mages are talking in human language!]

In the astonished eyes of the guard outside the door, he finally came to his senses and threw himself at the door again, tears welling up in his eyes.

not like this.

no.

He didn't want to run away, he was just too hot and wanted to take a breath...,

I just felt dizzy for a moment...

no……

[Master Ruiya is gone, the next one will take over!]

【Not enough manpower!】

[Let me do it, enough dwarves have died today...]

Outside the door, he cried hoarsely, and soon he couldn't see clearly everything in front of him.

But he could still hear the sound of the forging hammer in the anti-magic furnace behind the gate, over and over again, solid and powerful.

[We shouldn’t use the fire left by Macintosh’s monster, but listen to Obelisk and use dragon flames!]

[Where can I tie a dragon head for you at this time?]

【No time to regret! Top it!】

[I...can't feel...my hand...quickly, take over from me...]

[This forging hammer is no longer working, please replace it!]

[Backup fire takes effect!]

[The temperature is heating up much faster than expected, update the spells and spells! We can't be burned to death so quickly!]

The quarrels between the masters and the craftsmen came and went, as harsh and unpleasant as his cries.

Until the last hammer fell.

clang!

The anti-demon forge exploded.

Pour thousands of flames into the air.

Wrap him up.

On the streets of the Emerald City, Li broke away from the entanglement of "evil whispers" and suddenly opened his eyes!

Bathed in the blazing fire, he marched step by step towards the trembling Lausanne II.

"The vampires reborn from the ashes..."

The little Houllier bastard murmured his pitiful hearsay:

"...This is the only one."

Li clenched his fists.

But they don't know.
To be continued...