Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen: Casting the Sword with the Body
Lu Mingfei swallowed his saliva and looked at the rocket next to him that had just been sent by Ender. Under the force just now, a crack appeared in the originally solid warhead, and the dragon's blood seeped into it, corroding the ignition device.
The probability of this happening is only one in ten million, but under the influence of some unknown forces, it does happen in this world.
Lu Mingfei grabbed the warhead of the rocket and tried to expand the tiny crack. With a slight but extremely obvious sound, Lu Mingfei opened the sharp warhead, revealing the sage's sword placed on the warhead.
stone.
The moment he saw the dark red gem, Lu Mingfei knew that this gem contained powerful power, otherwise who would install a ruby on the rocket launcher.
"The Philosopher...Stone." Old Tang's voice came from behind. Lu Mingfei looked back, and one of the normally normal eyes of Old Tang turned into a golden pupil again, and he said intermittently with a painful expression.
"Old Tang, what are you talking about?" Lu Mingfei broke off the Philosopher's Stone attached to the warhead and handed it to Old Tang: "What is this?"
"The Philosopher's Stone, the crystallization of spiritual elements, the Philosopher's Stone, a masterpiece of alchemy." Old Tang's mouth spoke a long list of nouns uncontrollably, with a low vibrato, and his voice became a little weird.
"Old Tang, calm down, don't let him control you." Lu Mingfei looked at Old Tang who was vaguely turning into a dragon, feeling restless in his heart.
"No, I'm calm." The yellow light in Old Tang's eyes no longer flickered, and his voice no longer trembled: "Cut my chest open and stuff this thing in."
Hearing Old Tang's words, Lu Mingfei froze there, looked at Old Tang's shining yellow eyes, and asked tremblingly: "Are you Old Tang or Dragon King Norton?"
Hearing Lu Mingfei's question, Old Tang smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know, there are suddenly many things in my mind. Is this probably the memory of the previous life?"
"What are you remembering?" Lu Mingfei looked at the man in front of him with vigilance and his heart melted into one.
"In my previous life, I was probably a blacksmith and made several swords out of this stone," Old Tang said with nostalgia in his voice, "Fortunately, I still remember how to forge swords, so let's put this thing in."
Lu Mingfei licked his lips nervously and could only feel the uncomfortable sting on his tongue. He tremblingly raised his hand with sharp claws and opened Old Tang's chest.
The sharp claws stained with dragon's blood burned Old Tang's exposed muscles, emitting unpleasant green smoke. Lu Mingfei picked up the Philosopher's Stone and gently inserted it into the incision on Old Tang's chest.
Feeling the strange texture on his chest, Old Tang carefully searched for the extra memories in his mind, but his body was far faster than his mind. The blood on his chest formed some kind of strange words. An alchemy formation was using Old Tang's
Expand for the core.
For the King of Bronze and Fire, alchemy is just an instinct. What Old Tang has to do now is to use his own flesh and blood to activate alchemy and recreate the scene where Norton forged the sword.
As the Lord of Bronze and Fire, Norton once used pure spiritual substances to forge seven swords called the Seven Deadly Sins as weapons to kill his brothers.
And now, he wants to make the last one as a weapon to kill himself.
Using Norton's chest as a furnace, dragon's blood as carbon, and keel as iron, the prototype of the weapon was forged, and then the spiritual elements from the Philosopher's Stone were injected into it.
Unspeakable fluctuations filled the air around Old Tang. The alchemy circle composed of dragon's blood emitted terrifying light and heat, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the area.
Old Tang roared in pain, using the knowledge he had just remembered to absorb Norton's vitality and continue the ritual.
As Old Tang roared, the red light on his chest became even hotter, and a simple-looking weapon grew out of his chest bit by bit.
Yes, Lu Mingfei swore, the weapon grew longer and thicker little by little, growing out of Old Tang's chest like a growing plant.
"Take it, use this," Old Tang's chest was scorched black: "His name is 'Freedom', I just made it."
"It's really ugly." Lu Mingfei showed an ugly expression and looked at the furious Old Tang in front of him: "Your names are as bad as ever."
Lu Mingfei's bark-like palm grasped the protruding weapon handle, and with the sound of bones breaking, a weapon was pulled out from Old Tang's chest.
It was a one-handed ax, similar in style to the Viking battle ax used by the Vikings. It was rough in shape, with a one-piece handle connected to the ax blade. The black handle was uneven, and only the dark red ax blade shone attractively.
Cold light.
Red blood remained from the wound, and Old Tang became weak again: "I feel... this ax... is very familiar..." Old Tang said weakly.
"Stop talking, Old Tang." Lu Mingfei stopped Old Tang from continuing to speak: "I will save you now, don't die!"
Holding the uneven ax handle, Lu Mingfei tried hard to wake up his exhausted muscles, raised the ax high above his head, and swung it down with all his strength.
The dark red ax blade cut open the huge, beating heart, and black dragon blood spurted out from it, drowning Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei felt nothing about it. Regardless of the uncomfortable pain on his skin, he repeated not to die again and again, and then slashed at the huge heart in front of him again and again.
"Ahem..." Lu Mingfei's voice became hoarse, everything in front of him was blurred, and the burning sensation continued to stimulate Lu Mingfei's nerves from the outside to the inside.
After swinging the ax for the last time, Lu Mingfei felt that he had hit something hard. He dropped the ax, stretched out his hand through the sticky flesh, and grasped a rugged object deep in the huge heart.
The sharp corners of the thing scratched Lu Mingfei's palm, but Lu Mingfei instinctively felt that the thing was important, so he squeezed out the last of his strength and pulled the thing out.
As Norton screamed, black blood gushed out from his mouth, and the newly regenerated bones and flesh began a new round of collapse. He could no longer support himself and fell to the ground screaming.
Ender and Ange looked at Norton's body that was gradually collapsing, and they looked at each other. Ender landed on the ground from the air, looked at Norton who was gradually lifeless, and asked:
"Is he probably really dead?"
"I don't know, but if you look at his heart, it seems it's still beating." Angers pointed at Norton's heart, which was constantly squirming.
Ender stretched out a finger and opened Norton's chest with his claws in disgust. With the black dragon's blood gushing out, two men who were no longer human were rushed out.
In a trance, Lu Mingfei saw the light outside. The golden light shone on his face that was blurred by the dragon's blood. In the haze, Lu Mingfei saw the golden dragon standing in front of him.