If the gap between the two worlds is too great, or one of the worlds is only a demi-plane, or the plane laws have seriously broken down, and too much original power has been lost, it will be another situation.
That powerful and complete world will swallow them whole, but in the process, there will be a price to pay, and that price is so insignificant compared to the harvest.
To sum up, the shadow world is a vast ocean, and the various planes are just fish in it. The rules of the game of big fish eating small fish also prevail here, and intelligent creatures are just the creatures in the bellies of these fish.
The fish that Sean and the others were in was still at the lower end of the food chain, and there were many evil neighbors around, all of whom were eyeing them.
If they, the parasites and passengers, don't do something, sooner or later, their world will become food for the development and growth of other people's worlds.
Mastering the power of the laws beyond the plane is a necessary means to protect your own world, whether defensive or offensive.
It doesn’t matter whether the ancestors exaggerated the dangers involved, but Sean agrees with his argument about taking the initiative.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This principle applies everywhere.
The core focus of our ancestors' current research is how to use the smallest amount of force to accurately tear apart the laws of the plane and directly enter the shadow world.
To do this is just the most basic thing. They must also ensure that they have sufficient power to close this door and prevent the large-scale influx of power from the shadow plane.
Since the power involved is so huge, even a tiny improvement in accuracy will save tens of kilograms of energy crystals and reduce safety risks.
Sean did not continue to follow up on more professional research. That was a matter for professionals like these ancestors. He only needed to have a general understanding of the process and results.
Sean's purpose of killing time was completely achieved, half a week passed in the blink of an eye.
Then he appeared in the northern arsenal at the right time. During this period, of course, Sean didn't really give up completely. He would take time to come over every day to see if there was anything that needed adjustment or help. After all, he was manufacturing.
If errors occur during the process, they will be easier to correct.
Sean just showed up at the Northern Arsenal this time, and all the craftsmen, whether related or unrelated, gathered together.
Seeing the unconcealed joy on the faces of the three leading craftsmen, Sean couldn't help but smile and said, "Looking at you, I don't need to worry about success or not, but how successful it is."
Question, where is the finished product? I can’t wait to see the work of all the master craftsmen.”
This time the three master craftsmen were not modest. Master Baoer waved his hand and said: "Bring it up and ask your lord to take a look."
Four young craftsman apprentices walked out in order, each holding a tray covered with red silk cloth, and walked up to Sean.
I don’t know who came up with this weird idea. This way, it really adds a strong sense of ritual, and at the same time, it can arouse Sean’s curiosity and involuntarily increase his sense of anticipation.
But if this happens, an extreme situation will occur.
If the work is shocking enough, there is really no problem in doing so.
If the work is mediocre and fails to live up to expectations, it will have the opposite effect. After all, there is a psychological gap.
Of course Sean is looking forward to the former.
In order to match their solemn sense of ceremony, Sean carefully arranged the makeup that he didn't need to take care of at all, and slowly unveiled the first piece of red silk under the expectant eyes of the craftsmen.
Hiss!
"What a nice view!"
"This is simply a work of art!"
"Yes, this is a work of art!"
Regardless of whether the craftsmen had seen the finished product or not, they couldn't help but look intoxicated.
Sean is no exception.
The first time he saw the first soul container, Sean understood why these master craftsmen who didn't pay much attention to honor were doing these fake things.
Because it really deserves to be called a work of art.
The first one sent up was a dragon-shaped soul container.
The finished product is much larger than Sean imagined, two circles larger than a basketball. Looking at the steady and cautious look of the young craftsman, you can tell that the weight is not low. After all, more than half of this thing is made of gold.
To be more precise, it should be composed of secondary refined fused gold named fine gold by the craftsmen of the northern arsenal.
As for the magic gold proposed by Sean, this cliché name was ignored by the craftsmen without hesitation.
There is no harm without comparison.
Compared with the lord who was incompetent in naming, the craftsmen found that the name they chose was beautiful enough, and there was no need to continue to argue about it. They quickly settled on a name, but they still adopted part of Sean's suggestion, which was to use a
The same words are given names to facilitate differentiation.
In the end, the word "Jing" was unanimously chosen, taking its meaning of "refined", that is, fine gold, fine silver, fine copper, fine steel (the original fine steel was renamed as ordinary fine steel), fine iron, etc.
The gold that has been fused with crystal stones and refined twice not only has magic conductivity, storage capacity and hardness that far exceeds that of ordinary gold, it is also more beautiful, with a somewhat diamond-like texture. Under the sun, it is even more beautiful.
The pleats glow.
The magic circuits, like tiny characters on a girl's head, are densely covered on the adamantine dragon's body, and are very cleverly integrated with its dragon scales. Not only does it not feel superfluous, but it has an ingenious beauty.
As for the appearance of the fine gold dragon sculpture, it goes without saying. It can only be described as lifelike.
Details such as the dragon scales have been taken into consideration, not to mention other key positions, whether the dragon horns, wings, and whiskers are not only present, but also used very cleverly.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the fine gold dragon sculpture is not a single layer, but a multi-layer structure.
The adamantine dragon body is only the core, and there are three layers of transparent crystals thick as a fingernail on the outside.
Except for the outermost layer of crystals, each layer of crystals inside has complex magic circuits engraved on it, and is perfectly integrated with every layer inside.
Therefore, whether you look at it from a distance or up close, it has a unique layering that makes people never tire of it, and you can always discover new gains from it.
However, the most valuable thing about it is the fiery red gem on the chest, which is as big as a baby's fist. The surging magic energy inside can be felt by ordinary people who are not sensitive to magic energy.
It was one of the biggest trophies that Sean had harvested from the energy mine. He had been digging for half a month but could not harvest a few pieces of such a large energy crystal.
"How is it? Lord, are you satisfied with our work?" Master Baoer asked cautiously.
Although these works are the most perfect ones they feel they have ever produced.
It not only integrates their old and new craftsmanship over the years, but also uses the latest materials. It is definitely their pinnacle work.
If there are no breakthroughs in other aspects in the future, it will be difficult for them to create works that surpass them.
"Satisfied, very satisfied." Sean nodded repeatedly, his eyes narrowed as he smiled.
The perfect appearance is only part of the success. What makes Sean most satisfied is that he feels the familiar mysterious aura on it. This aura is exactly the same as what he felt on the skull of the God of Death.
This is the most important thing. What he wants is a usable soul container, not a work of art.
If it only looks good on the outside, it will not be considered a success. What is really good is that it looks good and is easy to use.
Sean was already considering whether to show off the soul container he had just created in front of the God of Death. It would be a unique treat to see him in a rage.
"As long as you are satisfied, that's good." Master Baoer and the others breathed a long sigh of relief. They felt that being good was not the important point, but that the client was satisfied.
"But..." Sean always felt that something was missing when he looked at the adamantine dragon eagle.
"Nothing but what?" The craftsmen's worries, which had just been relieved, were raised again.
"It's exquisite, but it always feels a little less spiritual. Let me try it before I say anything." Sean didn't explain too much to the craftsmen, because the problem did not lie with them.
Sean waved his hand, and the craftsmen suddenly felt a surge of wind and a terrifying pressure gathering over the arsenal.
A huge phantom dragon head stretched out from the void. Many craftsmen just glanced at it and couldn't help but take a few steps back, not daring to look at it again.
"It's the dragon soul that the lord captured!"
"I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see the Dragon Soul."
"It is indeed a legendary creature. Even a dragon soul left behind after death can exert such pressure. How terrifying was it in life?"
"Even if it's a dragon soul, we can't underestimate it. After all, he has been kept warm in the mage tower for such a long time, and he may have some of the charm of his life!"
"That's right."
The craftsmen couldn't help but whisper for a while, with unconcealed awe and wonder in their eyes.
It is not a secret that Sean possesses a dragon soul, but very few people have actually seen it, even the craftsmen of the northern arsenal who often squat in the northern fortress are no exception.
After all, it is not a pet and can be displayed casually for people to watch.
Dragon Soul Deathwing Clarence Wordsworth Cedric looked around, and finally lowered his noble head in front of Sean, and said angrily: "Master, I don't know what you have ordered me to do when you summoned me.
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Sean pointed at the adamantine dragon carving and said: "I ran into some trouble outside and needed to take you out, so I made a soul container for you. Take a look and see if it suits you?"
"Soul container?" Dragon Soul Clarence couldn't help but put his eyes, which were bigger than the adamantine dragon eagle, in front of him. He observed them carefully for a few seconds and then said with an incredulous expression on his face, "It's really a soul container! From now on.
I have never seen such a beautiful soul container. The owner just said it was made by you? Are you referring to these mortals? How is it possible?"
Even a fool could hear the contempt revealed in Dragon Soul's words, which made the faces of the craftsmen in the northern arsenal darken, especially some of the young craftsmen's faces turned as red as pig's liver. If their Lord had not been present, even if
The opponent was a dragon soul exuding terrifying dragon power, and they had to jump out and reason with him.
What happened to mortals?
Why can't mortals create soul containers?
It can despise their identity, but it cannot despise their craftsmanship!
The craftsmen were trying to save face for Dragon Soul Clarence, but Sean would not do it. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said displeasedly: "The mage tower you live in now was hammered out by the mortals in your mouth. What is in front of you is
The soul container is also the success of their non-stop work for a week. In this world, there are many, many miracles created by mortals. Although the personal power of mortals is small, when they work together, they will open up the world and create
A miracle that even the true God cannot imagine."
"Sorry, my words may have caused misunderstanding. I didn't mean to look down on you." Dragon Soul looked down at the craftsmen and said, "I was just too surprised. Making a soul container is never an easy task, even if it is
During the heyday of magic, many skilled elves or dwarf craftsmen had never mastered this skill, let alone the age of the end of magic. You have created such a perfect magic creation. You have created a new miracle."
Sean's expression immediately changed 180 degrees, and he said to the master craftsmen: "Did you hear that? I think this is not only a sarcasm to you, but the greatest compliment to you. You use
Mortal hands have created items that only legendary creatures can create. No one can overturn the evaluation of an experienced ancient dragon soul. This is your greatest honor, and I believe that this is not the end.
This is just the beginning. In the future, we will not only create what legendary beings can create, we will also create creations that only the gods can create, and ultimately surpass the creations of the gods."
"Your Lordship said it very well, we should set this goal as our goal."
"This is the leadership of the lord."
"All this is the credit of Lord Lord. Without the drawings designed by Lord and the unique materials brought back, no matter how exquisite our craftsmanship is, we would not be able to create such a magical magical creation."
"The lord said that we can surpass the gods, so we can definitely surpass the gods."
"Long live my lord."
"Long live my lord."
The craftsmen who were originally furious, when Sean said this, all of them suddenly became excited and responded in a flurry, gearing up, wishing that there would be such a project immediately for them to invest in it.
Sean made a downward gesture to stop their fanatical shouting, and said with a smile: "The design plan and exquisite craftsmanship are like iron felt and hammer. No one can live without the other. Without you, I would be a designer."
No matter how perfect it is, it is just a drawing. Half of this honor belongs to you, and you cannot refuse it. Now let us see how far we have achieved it, Your Excellency Clarence."
"I understand." Dragon Soul Clarence responded in a low voice.
The huge dragon soul turned into a mist and surged towards the adamantine dragon eagle.
The moment the thick mist formed by the dragon soul came into contact with the adamantine dragon eagle, a huge gravitational force was generated on both sides.
The astonishingly heavy fine gold dragon sculpture flew directly from the young craftsman's tray and floated into the air.
"Flying?"
The craftsmen were stunned. The scene in front of them was completely beyond their understanding.
"It's come to life. The spell words on the statue have come to life."
"How is it possible? Those spell words are carved on them, not integrated into them...really, they actually came to life? It's unbelievable, it's really unbelievable."
"Is this really the dragon sculpture we made?"
The scene that happened next was no longer beyond cognition, but unbelievable.
As the dragon soul continued to be poured into it, the magic runes on it came to life one by one and began to flow slowly.