Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1253 1225. [Smaug] [Teeth of the Demonic Wolf]

After the leader of the second group was overjoyed, he raised his hand and patted Lan En on the shoulder to remind him.

"The [Power Liberation] produced from the materials obtained from this Tyrannosaurus Rex is very fierce. Even among many other equipment that can produce [Power Liberation], it is also the most ferocious one."

"Don't be impulsive when using it, otherwise you may crush your fist bones!"

Lan En nodded when he heard this, but wasn't really worried about it.

In the development of ordinary people, the strength of the trained muscles exceeds the bearing capacity of the bones.

So you may have tight muscles that crush your bones.

This is a limitation of physiological structure.

But Lan En's own bones and muscles have been strengthened, and bone strengthening must precede muscle strengthening.

The longer the strengthening time, the deeper the degree of strengthening.

Even the honeycomb structure within the bone is more scientific and can withstand more pressure.

Besides, although his [Tendon Coil] increases muscle output, it also increases defense.

The force of the muscles pinching the bones must first be partially channeled by the steel cables spread throughout the muscle layer before it falls on the bones.

It's strange that I can't bear it.

However, even if the body structure has surpassed that of ordinary people, the side effects of this [Power Liberation] prescribed by [The Essence of the Mist Nest Lord] should not be underestimated.

After turning it on for a short while, Lan En actually felt his muscles were a little sore.

This means that even his endocrine system cannot metabolize the sudden increase in lactic acid accumulation just now.

Then Lan En moved his body again to fully adapt to the movements of this armor.

What followed was a series of releases of the seals. Indeed, just as Berengar said, the strength of the seals was greatly enhanced.

No wonder when I met Gede for the first time, the guy who was also from the Bear School worked hard to make money and wanted to upgrade the armor of the school.

Compared with ordinary demon hunters who practice by themselves, the strength of the seals they practice increases, and the improvement brought by the equipment is too great and too immediate.

But Lan En himself has never felt much about this.

After all, his magic power continued to grow as his body grew stronger.

"This set of armor and this set of blueprints need a name!" The leader of the second phase of the regiment raised a hand confidently, as if announcing some important news. "A resounding name! This is the first set of cologne-level equipment currently produced by our processing house!"

Berengar, who was next to him, pursed his lips after the one-eyed man spoke, as if he was trying to hold back his complaints.

Seeing this, Lan En also blinked blankly.

"[Lonely Mountain Evil Dragon·Evil Gold]!"

The other party said in a very proud voice. And almost the next moment, he received praise from his disciples.

"What a name! It's impressive!"

The chief apprentice of the processing house, who was shirtless and dripping with sweat, was the first to start the hooting. He looked like he was still working just now.

Another chorus of approval followed.

There is no doubt that this name is in line with the aesthetics of local craftsmen.

But Lan En and Berengar stood together, the two of them lowered their heads and whispered.

"It doesn't matter what they call them here." Berengar gritted his teeth and said, "But if you go back, you still call it this name? Then I won't dare to say that I made it when I go back! This name is too big."

Lan En nodded in agreement, as if he didn't need to say anything more: "Just call him [Smaug]."

So while a group of New World craftsmen were enjoying themselves, the real name of this set of armor had been decided.

Lann began to bounce lightly on the ground, letting himself get used to the weight of the new armor.

The function of this set of armor is not just as simple as Berengar said.

The added [Thick Skin of the Mist Nest Lord] adds some features of the New World armor.

Even if the monsters in the New World are dead and their materials have been ripped off their bodies and placed on their equipment, their materials are actually still 'alive'.

This exaggerated vitality and activity, coupled with the essence of the monster above, brings not only pressure to the hunter, but also intensity!

If it is a serious set of armor made entirely of Tyrannosaurus materials, then according to legend, the wearer of this armor will always be tortured by the hunger and rage contained in the "essence" of the Tyrannosaurus.

A part of the twisted mental state of the Tyrannosaurus Rex will remain and continue to oppress the wearer through the [essence].

While giving him far beyond normal strength and endurance, the craftsmen would even add iron chains to the armor made of Tyrannosaurus rex out of caution.

In order to restrain the out-of-control armor and hunter at the critical moment.

This is also the reason why there are a bunch of corpses as big as [Mist Nest Lord] lying in the arena, but few hunters dare to give themselves a set of equipment.

The armor made of ordinary Dino-Tyrannosaurus materials could not withstand the armor of ordinary people. Not to mention the second [Mist Nest Master]!

But I heard that Wende has already placed an order. He is really a terrifying hunter.

The very nervous craftsmen of the New World have begun to cheer and celebrate the first armor made of ancient dragon-level materials that was born in the processing room.

The scorching furnace, which spurted out bursts of heat, had no effect on them at all.

Berengar envied these heartless colleagues, but unfortunately, he was already past that age.

So Berengar, who was standing next to Lan, just touched his waist and took out a dagger that looked like a short sword in his hand.

"Take it." The old demon hunter turned the handle of the knife upside down and pointed it at Lan.

Lan lowered his head and took the knife.

The knife that looked like a shorter one-handed sword in Berengar's hand was just a dagger in his hand.

Lan pulled the blade out of the scabbard slightly.

The black lines of Valyrian steel like waves on it looked exquisite and quiet.

The shape of the whole knife was actually an enlarged version of the dragon bone dagger in his hand before.

Lan had basically given all his equipment to Berengar before, including the dagger inserted in the armor belt.

He originally thought that Berengar just added some Valyrian steel to the dagger and made it fit his current palm.

But after pulling out the dagger, the blade had a dark blue tint that shouldn't have appeared on Valyrian steel, which made him realize that it was not as simple as "adding some steel".

"In addition to Smaug's dragon scales and dragon skin, didn't you also bring a blue wolf skin and claws?"

The old demon hunter scratched his chin and looked at the "dagger" with a tangled face.

"I was thinking that since you always said that the dagger was too small, I would use the claws of the big wolf to modify your dragon bone dagger. But how to say it?"

He muttered and smacked his mouth, and he was tangled for a long time before asking.

"What kind of thing is this wolf you killed?"

Zhagluin, the first demon wolf recreated by Sauron, the Lord of Arda, in the Third Age, was given the same name as the ancestor of the demon wolf in the First Age ten thousand years ago.

"You used the claws of that wolf?" Lan En raised his eyebrows, but did not explain the origin of Zhagluin. "So what's the situation with this knife now?"

The history of the world of Arda is long and clear, because a bunch of essentially immortal elves are basically there throughout the whole process and remember everything.

It's too troublesome to explain it all at once, and it involves too much.

"I don't know what the situation is." Berengar shrugged. "Doesn't casting Valyrian steel require materials from magical creatures? I thought that such a big wolf must be very magical, so I added it in."

"Then this thing came out."

Looking at the blade of this dagger that is obviously different from ordinary Valyrian steel weapons, Berengar scratched his head even more.

"I don't know what it is, but I always feel that it should not be simple."

As a forger, Berengar has no ability to figure things out, but he still has a feeling.

The sharpness of this dagger is very exaggerated, and that is before he cast it and polished it.

A piece of fierce jackal leather used to wipe the blade, or even just by chance, scraped the blade, and then a clean cut appeared without any error.

Berengar was confused, thinking that his brain was not working well and he had forgotten the sharpened blade.

And that's not all. Berengar always felt that even this sharpness seemed to be just the appearance of this dagger.

Lan En put the blade of the dagger in front of his eyes, and his eyes became deep.

". It's a good dagger." After taking a look, he smiled and hung this large dagger that fits his body on the belt of the new armor.

Berengar looked straight at Lan En, and waited for three seconds before he said "tsk" unhappily.

"So, you already know what the deeper power of this dagger is, but you don't want to tell me?"

"That's right." Lan En smiled and tilted his head, "Because it will make your reaction very interesting."

The old demon hunter seemed to be teased, and the corner of his mouth twitched speechlessly.

Lan En and Flannel Ball received the new equipment and began to adapt.

Then they left the processing room, which was still celebrating the birth of the ancient dragon-level equipment in their hands.

Before that, Flannel Ball, Berengar, and the leader of the second phase group exchanged words again.

They said that they didn't know that Lan En should be notified first, but the person involved only found out by chance.

In the end, it was discovered that among the three guys, two were obsessed with the novel forging technology and monster materials, and the other was very happy to help cook with friends.

In short, it was all very happy.

So this one notified that one, and that one pushed the notification to this one, and in the end, Lan En, the person who should be notified the most, didn't know anything at all.

But what can we do about it?

Looking at the big eyes of the Flannel Ball, which were wide open and looking at you, should we hold the cat accountable?

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