Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith Novels & Stories

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

He is a Verdantes so he knows me. The weapons that are arranged well around the shop were made by the Verdantes in their village. We have a blacksmith of our own in our hideout but the Verdantes-made weapons are still off the notch and very durable in fights. "Good day--" He stopped when he saw me glaring at him and bowed his head slightly. "We met again," he continued.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

she offers. My eyes widen. "Gods how big is this place?" I mutter. "Well it used to be bigger than dragon territory, but your mother expanded a few years ago—dragons need a lot more space than witches do so I gave up some of my territory to her as a sign of good faith. That area is the only part you haven't seen yet." "What's over there?" "The forges." "Forges?" I echo. "Yeah that's where the weapons are made. The element masters are hundreds of years old, they can make nearly anything," she says. "They're the ones who made your sword."

Sachin looked at Severin with a solemn expression. He then said grimly, "Everyone underestimated you." With a subtle gesture, Sachin raised his hand. A dazzling light emanated from it and turned into a bronze halberd. The weapon stretched nine feet long, boasting a dragon-headed blade with sharp edges on both ends. Its bronze sheen exuded a formidable aura, marking it as a premier spiritual artifact.

Liam and Jayce were waiting in our quarters with expressions that suggested they had news. "What happened?" I asked while immediately sensing their excitement. "We finished the last of the weapons," Jayce announced. "One hundred and fifteen functional firearms with enough wolfsbane ammunition to fight an army." "An army," I repeated while trying to wrap my mind around the scale of what they'd accomplished. "You built enough weapons to fight an actual army." "We had help," Liam said modestly. "Lucien's pack has some incredibly skilled craftspeople." "Still impressive," I insisted. "Most people couldn't build one functional weapon, you built over a hundred."

Saber Master still remained silent, which was rare. Ding Hao gnashed his teeth and said, "How many magic weapons are there in the Land of Infinity? Less than ten? There are four ranks of weapons, ordinary weapon, magical weapon, precious weapon, and holy weapon. Only those at the realm of Martial Demigod can forge holy weapons. And any one of these metals you mentioned is a special material for forging holy weapons. They're not easy to find, not even for War God, let alone me. Predecessor, even if you sell me now, you can't get a piece of Zihuan red gold or green roots of an ancient tree. Are you kidding me?" "Well... although it's a little difficult, I still believe that you can make it. Yo

I hissed at him. “I'm sorry, Alpha,’’ he moved away. I glared at him. The weapons on the working table were really beautiful. They were crafted perfectly. Was this made by this Rogue? I glanced at him again but he ignored me, focused on his job. “They are perfect, aren't they?” He asked with a smile. I returned the smile, unable to explain how I felt about all these. Damian was making weapons. Weapons that could kill wolves in an instant. I couldn't believe it but I wanted them. I wanted every single weapon here to myself. The blades and even armours. Licking my lips, I picked up one of the daggers from the table and brought it closer to my face to inspect it.

(Adelaide & Caelum) The rest of the crossing blurred into magma, heat, and distance. They passed more camps, more functioning forges, more trenches where glowing weapons were lowered into channels of treated slag and contract-brine so that molten sigils hissed into permanence along steel. Adelaide watched one smith draw a blade from a quenching trough and hold it up, the infernal script still glowing cherry-red along its length before the light faded to black metal. There was something disturbingly beautiful about it, the way purpose itself seemed forged into the weapon.

Weaver said with a beaming smile. They all stood up and followed Weaver out of the hall as the celebration went on. A lot of the natives bowed and waved at Steve and Emma as they walked through the streets. Marcus stuck with Steve as they walked and the Alpha sensed that something was wrong. Weaver was busy talking and showing the ladies around the pack. She led them to the blacksmithing area where weapons like knives, spears and swords were made. “Due to the magic released, the land is fertile with different mineral resources that the blacksmiths are using to make good tools and weapons.” Weaver said.