Super God Decomposing Wizard

"It feels okay."

Rand looked at the number of weapons neatly arranged on the table and looked quite satisfied.

These are all the wolf-head stainless steel long swords he built by himself.

No matter how you look at it, these swords are not made by people who are new to crafting. They can be used by soldiers on the battlefield to kill the enemy.

"Forging and smelting are actually really good!" Rand smiled.

After yesterday's building practice, he has gradually liked this craft.

In the young man's heart, there seemed to be an extra consciousness of ‘craftsman spirit’.

Although there was a bit of hardship in the forging process, there was a unique fun in it.

Especially when you do a good job and get what you want in your heart, the sense of accomplishment is enough to fascinate your head.

"Next, we have to forge new demonized items."

Rand murmured to himself. He planned to forge armor first. After all, he was a pharmacist. If he encountered a powerful knight during the assessment, it would be very dangerous.

"Before that, get ready for something like that!"

With that said, Rand left the forging room and came to the back area of ​​the trading center that was still bustling.

He had just been here yesterday, so he was already familiar with it.

Perhaps because the time for the assessment is about to come, the trading center is more noisy than before,

Rand tightly wrapped the gray robe around his body, and walked on the crowded road with only half of his face exposed.

His goal direction was very clear, and it didn't take long for him to stand in front of a rather deserted booth:

The ‘shape’ of this stall is quite distinctive, with cracked skulls, human leather jackets, biological puppets, potent potions...

The stall owner is a third-class apprentice wearing a large gray robe. The other party has a gloomy square face and withered eyes. He is the type that has no sense of presence in the crowd, but makes people feel gloomy after discovering it.

The black owl next to it was sticking on the wooden stand, its eyes widened at all times, and the green and blue eyes were fixed on the young man.

This kind of weird stall, I am afraid that very few people are willing to stay.

"Do you have a noble soul here?" Rand asked.

The square-faced stall owner slowly raised his head when he heard the words, and looked at the young man with a dull look for a while before he said hoarsely:

"I have an aristocratic soul of a low-level plane. I came here through a formal way. You can see if it is appropriate for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly opened the box next to him and found a pure black exquisite stone box in it, "Ancient-hiss-shi."

The square-faced stall owner just murmured a Burning word, and the stone box in his hand opened instantly like a petal, revealing an extremely short translucent human in an instant.

Seeing this weird scene, Rand couldn't help but narrowed his gaze and began to study by himself.

In the witchcraft rune sealed in circles, this short ‘woman’ soul has a normal middle-aged woman’s human body, with a delicate and glamorous face, not covered by any clothes, and a very plump body.

But Rand noticed that the opponent's lower body was smooth and seamless, and there was no such wonderful organ that made people want to explore more deeply.

It is not difficult to find that the limbs of this humanoid creature are bound by silver chains, and with the expression of hopelessness, it always reveals a wild and enchanting feeling.

"Dears is a woman of a declining nobleman. It took me a lot of work to get her, and the soul is complete enough..."

As if to introduce the product, the owner of Fang Lian said without any mood swings, "At least 80 magic stones."

In fact, in the realm of the White Wizard's camp, if improper means is used, it is not against the law to harm the soul.

As for cultivating souls and then selling them, this kind of thing is also quite resisting and a bit disgusting.

Eighty magic stones?

After hearing the words, Rand became silent in thought.

According to the information he knows, there are many large and small planes in this world. The Wizarding World is only a medium-scale plane, and there are also high and low planes. There are countless numbers, as many as stars.

Driven by desire, the more powerful planes will naturally invade the lower planes, and such battles are countless.

According to some data records-

For thousands of years, the wizard plane has invaded or been invaded, but basically powerful wizards have launched battles to seize the plane and massive resources of Otherworld.

This kind of thing is actually quite normal in Rand's opinion.

After all, in the face of absolute interests, there will always be conflicts.

Just as the soul of the lady of the Dears clan in front of him, it was precisely because of the destruction of her homeland that she became a prisoner and suffered unimaginable torture. Even after her death, her soul would be reduced to merchandise sales.

Similarly, if the wizard plane is not strong enough, a similar disaster situation will occur.

Life is not worth mentioning in the face of powerful forces.

It is precisely because of the cruelty of this world that Rand wants to pursue his own strength even more!

"Yes." Rand directly delivered a whole bag of magic stones and bought the soul of the lady of the lower plane boldly.

After leaving the trading center, Rand did not go back immediately. He bought a lot of fresh berries and foods that were resistant to storage, especially grain biscuits, which are more common in wizards.

Because long time forging consumes a lot of physical strength and endurance, he can no longer bear the feeling of being hungry in the middle of the night.

Therefore, he deliberately prepared more food this time as a supplement for the three meals on weekdays.

Immediately afterwards, Rand walked quickly back to the blacksmith's shop in the grocery market.

Seeing the brawny blond man who was covered with sweat and just finished building an iron gun, Rand said,

"Boss, give me some more stainless steel and iron materials."

"Okay, I'll be carried to the door in a moment!" The former said with a generous smile quickly.

Rand smiled back when he heard the words, and then walked back to his own forging room.

Seeing the figure of the young man leaving, Chaxi couldn't help frowning slightly, muttering to himself:

"There should be enough materials for seven days, so is it used up?"

When Rand returned to the forging room, he began to build the zero-level enchanted item "Degenerate Light Armor".

That's right!

He did not choose the Abyssal Banshee Steel Sword to enhance his aggressiveness, nor did he create a blood pentagonal pendant that could increase Mental Energy.

It is not that Rand is overconfident in own strength, but made such a decision out of caution...

In the next few days, Rand only wanted to create magic items that could improve his defenses.

In this way, in the assessment of the tenth hospital, own life-saving means can also be greatly Ascensioned.

I saw Rand first began to measure his own body size, selected the bulky armor mold hung on the wall, and confirmed his suitable body shape...

Then the boy lifted an armor mold made of a mixture of ‘hard soil graphite’ on the ice stone table.

After everything is ready, at The next moment, the boy starts to forge magical items:

"Boom!" Fire and smelt. During this process, Rand deliberately injected a small amount of thin sand gold into the smelting tank to ascension defensive nature.

After smelting pure stainless steel, it is poured into the hard soil mold to wait for solidification and cooling. The forging hammer driven by the waterwheel and the artificial tempering of late stage leave delicate lines...

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In order to prevent mistakes, RAND slowed down the pace in these links and proceeded in a slow and orderly manner.

After failing two consecutive rejects, three full days have passed.

When the final polishing process is over, a rather styling and light weight armor is displayed on the forging table.

Seeing this finished piece of light armor with good texture, Rand wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and nodded slightly with satisfaction: "Finally... it's done smoothly!"

"Zizi." The red remelting furnace that hadn't been completely extinguished, always made the sound of extremely high temperature sparks.

"Didi." Water drops slowly dripped from the water outlet, shaking in the pool full of iron smelting platform.

At this moment, Rand slowly raised his hands and looked at the bloody wounds on his fingers with complex expressions:

Some nails burst, and some parts were just crusted, it was horrible.

In order to create a satisfactory product, he experienced five failures, and this time he really succeeded!

He spent so much time and painstaking efforts to build equipment before the Tenth Academy's assessment.

"Hope, everything is worth it." Rand turned around, looking at the vent in the corner calmly.

I saw a faint light of the setting sun, silently permeating in.

"..."

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