Chapter 418 - 412: Your Majesty Misjudges Me
The Divine Sword cannot be forced.
Rather than spending a fortune crafting one, it’s better to invest in alchemy. Besides, the Volcanic Island only needs a little more time to upgrade to a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, and in the future to a Heavenly Realm. Who knows how many resources will be needed, there are too many places to spend money, saving where one can is wise.
Of course, if it were just to craft a legendary weapon, although not cheap, Leon’s wealth could still bear the cost. Moreover, he already has a Fine Gold Greatsword as a base, now only needing to recast it, which saves a lot of material cost. With the Golden Finger, he has mastered Sword Casting Skill, saving handcrafting costs as well.
Leon immediately got to work, pouring all the weapons and equipment he had acquired from the Bottomless Abyss and Aphnas into the Melting Furnace, smelting the necessary metal ingots... Even those weapons accumulated in the past that were no longer needed could be completely smelted.
The Hell Iron from Aphnas can be used to craft the Ever-burning Blade, the Cold Iron taken from the Bottomless Abyss can be used to craft the Frozen Sword, and Kraken’s blood can quench the Lightning Sword... Mastering Sword Casting Skill is convenient, allowing experimentation as one wishes.
Leon’s idea is simple: to craft several swords with different additional damage, targeting enemies with various immunities. Although the main damage of the sword comes from slashing, those random additional damages aren’t too high, but something is better than nothing.
Leon was unaware that just as he began his work, a Black Dragon arrived at Watchtower Port, named Laksha, and at that moment transformed into a Half-Elf girl.
Laksha walked down the street, her steps light and the ebony, waterfall-like hair rippling slightly with her steps, the strands shimmering like satin in the sunlight.
Upon closer look, she had ivory, lustrous skin, a delicate face, slightly upturned almond eyes sparkling with liveliness, a high and straight nose, and lips clearly outlined. When not smiling, her face held a hint of sharpness, and when the corners of her mouth lifted, it revealed a captivating charm.
Clothes make the man; even the prettiest girl struggles in a gaudy, floral quilted jacket.
Laksha’s fashion sense matched her looks, wearing a well-tailored black dress, the perfect V-neck exposing a slender collarbone, with white, clean wrists beneath the long, lantern sleeves. A matching slender belt cinched her waist, accentuating her voluptuous bust and slender waist.