eurekapd Chapter 154 Weapons
Chapter 154 Weapons
“Very good.” Vogville finally accepted the young man’s request, slowly turned around, and walked towards his forging table, his gaze falling on the metal being forged in the furnace.
However… he paused, then turned around. “You’ve come here seeking a legendary blacksmith,” Vogville’s voice was deep and resonant, as if carrying the weight of centuries, “but forging weapons is not merely a craft. It requires understanding, sacrifice, and a journey into the soul. Are you ready to embark on this path, young man?”
The young man nodded firmly: "No matter how painful or arduous this path may be, I will not waver. I have never forgotten the past, and every step I take carries my mission. I am ready to meet any challenge."
Vogwell nodded silently and looked away. He couldn't bear to look directly into the young man's burning eyes.
In his long life, he had never seen such intense hatred. Even he himself, who had experienced similar emotions, had never felt such overwhelming emotions.
'Or perhaps, I've suppressed it,' he thought to himself.
Perhaps it was because he had no other choice at the time... or perhaps it was because of the exhaustion from his long journey. In the end, he did what only a coward would do... to escape the pain itself.
'But this child…'
Vogwell's gaze softened.
'The aura he exudes reminds me of that child I once was.'
He knew the young man was unaware of his thoughts, but he was certain that the young man's fate bore a strange resemblance to his own.
'If none of those things had happened, he might be smiling like that child. What a poor child…'
Vogwell was not stupid. He could easily deduce who his enemy was from the young man's words alone.
After all, if a young man didn't have a strong desire for revenge, why would he go to such lengths to come to this place, or even set foot on territory that might be enemy territory?
Every second was excruciating for him.
Vogville knew the taste of hatred all too well. Even those who resembled his enemies often became targets of his anger.
“Young man,” Vogville walked to the forge's shelf and bent down to select a bottle containing a mysterious liquid. The flames flickered, casting an enigmatic light on the old blacksmith's face.
Do you know what makes weapons powerful?
The young man met Vogville's sharp gaze directly and replied, "It is the power of the user. A weapon is not merely the culmination of craftsmanship; it also represents the essence of the user. Its power comes from the profound connection between its master and the weapon."
Vogville nodded in satisfaction. "That's right. Forging a legendary weapon is not only about materials and craftsmanship, but also about understanding the deeper meaning behind it. The weapon must resonate with the user's nature, and even the choice of materials needs to be harmonious and unified." He paused here.
“And you want to see my true nature,” the young man replied, his eyes filled with determination.
"Yes."
Vogwell nodded, his gaze growing even more profound: "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
Vogville handed the bottle to the young man; the bottle shimmered with a mysterious light.
The young man took a deep breath, his eyes burning with determination, and without hesitation, he raised the bottle to his lips and drank the mysterious liquid inside.
As the liquid entered his body, a surge of energy instantly rushed into his veins. The surrounding magical power began to fluctuate violently, gradually converging towards him.
A powerful surge of energy caused him to kneel down, and the surrounding light grew even brighter, as if the whole world was spinning for this moment.
Gradually, the flames in the furnace began to respond to this power, and the dancing flames formed intricate patterns.
Suddenly, a wisp of mysterious smoke rose from the young man, enveloping him in the glow of the energy within the bottle. The smoke spread and permeated the cave, filling it with an eerie atmosphere.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, magical power began to gather, and the surrounding scenery became hazy and surreal.
"The moon?" The young man looked at the scene before him with a puzzled expression.
Under the bright moonlight, the barren land was silent, and the grass shimmered with a faint glow.
A blurry figure appeared in the moonlight, as if the moon had become his only refuge.
The figure held a unique long weapon in its hand, which shone faintly and mysteriously in the moonlight.
Although his face was unrecognizable, a sense of power and purpose emanated from his presence.
As the moonlight shone upon him, the figure condensed its radiance into a ray of light. Energy erupted at the tip of the weapon, shooting rapidly forward, traversing the desolate landscape, leaving a dazzling trail of light that illuminated the entire moonlit night.
The young man did not witness all of this, but Vogwell saw it all clearly.
"Could it be...?" he muttered to himself.
This is precisely the purpose of the bottle called the "Pathfinder." The bottle will reveal the most suitable weapon, blacksmith's tools, and one of the world's most precious materials.
"He is one of them..."
The moon... This is a sight Vogville hasn't seen in a long time.
“Old friend… I never expected to see your descendant here.” Memories flooded back, but Vogville’s attention remained focused on the young man.
At that moment, he realized what kind of weapon he needed to forge and what he should do.
"Ok?"
However, things changed. At first, he thought the presentation was over, but that wasn't the case.
Suddenly, the light in the sky changed from green to blue-gold.
The moon, which had originally shone green, turned blue-gold, as if it were on fire. It emitted a bright light that scorched the grass below.
On the burning grass, the same figure stood. This time, he held a different weapon in his hand.
This weapon looks like a wide bow, a wide bow full of energy.
As the figure drew back the bowstring, an arrow appeared out of thin air in the center of the bowstring, gleaming brightly.
boom!
The arrow flew out, struck the ground, and caused a violent explosion.
"How is this possible?" Vogwell watched all this in shock and silence.
"How can he use two weapons at the same time?" He recalled his old friend's teachings, his astonishment evident. The path to forging such a weapon had already formed in his mind, but even so, the surprise remained.
However, this is not the end.
As the aftershocks of the explosion continued, the sky changed again, becoming even more bizarre.
The moon cast a deep red light on the ground... and the grass below began to wither.
As if blood was needed to spill, an aura of madness spread in that instant.
The figure reappeared, this time holding two daggers. The daggers gleamed with a crimson light, and the moonlight once again focused upon them.
Swish!
The figure moved swiftly, cutting through the air. With a swing of the dagger, condensed crimson energy shot out from the blade, slicing through the grass.
Every blade of grass that was touched gradually withered, losing its source of life.
"..."
Vogwell remained silent, intently watching the scene unfold, his mind rapidly processing every crucial detail.
Then, the sky turned from red to silver. This time, the figure held a weapon he hadn't seen in a long time.
Those were wheel blades, emitting a faint silver light. The figure rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, continuously launching wheel blades at the same time.
Whoosh!
The blade flew forward, struck its target, and then returned swiftly like a silver energy line, connecting with the figure.
Then, as the final display, the sky turned purplish-black.
A different kind of pressure descends upon the world, and the moon casts a dark, melancholy light.
The grass was crushed in the sunlight, and the figure stood silently. A small ring adorned each finger.
The ring channeled the purple light into his palm, forming a deep purple sphere.
His figure moved his hands at will, and with each movement, the pressure on the grass increased.
call!
As the final presentation ended and the smoke cleared, Vogwell looked at the young man kneeling before him.
"...This will take some time..." He finally couldn't help but shake his head.