“This place is terrifying!”
The sky was a frightening scarlet color, weighing heavily on his head. Below him was a barren land of countless cracks, each emitting a wisp of black breath. A pungent, fishy smell filled the air, making him gag. The storm howled and swept everything away, sending sand and stones flying wherever it went. Lightning, like giant, flashing blades of cold light, occasionally split the clouds, briefly tearing open the darkness and illuminating the creepy scene. Not far away, a huge black and red vortex slowly rotated. It was like the heart of the Dark Abyss, exuding a powerful and evil attraction, as if it wanted to engulf everything in the world and crush it into nothingness.
Birkin's voice was tinged with an unmistakable fear. This was his first time in the Dark Abyss, and his small frame trembled slightly. Everything around him exuded a foreboding air, a bone-chilling cold that went to the core of his being.
This time, crossing the Abyssal Gate and entering were not only Birkin, but also a number of demon slaves.
They had come by order of Caelan to assist the Demon Artisans in forging equipment.
Obviously, everyone was shocked by the sight of the Dark Abyss!
Birkin took a deep breath and swung the whip in his hand forcefully, urging the demon slaves to carry the ore to the two Demon Workshops not far away.
Under the threat of the whip, the demon slaves laboriously dragged the carts full of ore and trudged forward on the cracked ground.
“Ding-dong!”Ding-dong!”
With the sound of continuous hammering, dozens of demon slaves were shocked by the heat and thick smoke as soon as they entered the workshop.
Inside the workshop, in the huge furnace, the flames licked like the tongues of demons, burning the ores red and emitting a blinding light.
The Demon Artisans were non-stop melting and hammering the ores...
Every time the large hammer in their hands fell, sparks flew.
Caelan didn't know anything about the forging process, and he didn't find it strange.
But Birkin was different. As an expert and former owner of a blacksmith's shop, he knew a lot about the forging process of weapons and armor.
Birkin narrowed his eyes and watched the Demon Artisan carefully as he hammered away at the rough shape. The more he watched, the more his brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but grumble to himself!
What on earth is all this?
The strange shapes looked like the scribbles of a child.
The forging rules that were like golden rules in his heart seemed to be worthless pieces of paper here.
It was clear that the Demon Artisans' minds were in a complete mess when they forged this equipment, like a tangled mess in a storm.
At first, the Demon Artisans probably wanted to create a suit of armor. But in the middle of the process, they suddenly decided to turn the ore intended for the armor into two daggers.
While forging the daggers, they had another brainstorm and decided to turn the daggers into a longsword.
After frantically hammering away, a longsword in the shape of a dagger appeared at his feet, looking so strange and incongruous.
This is not scientific or rigorous! But it does conform to the chaotic nature of demons born!
This chaos is like an imprint in the depths of their souls, and in forging, it really, truly happens wildly!
“The quality of these weapons and armors is really poor, and the quality of these finished products... I bet even those dwarf craftsmen would curse when they see them.”
Birkin muttered to himself, his mouth twitching slightly, his eyes full of contempt for these so-called “works”.
Although he felt this way, Birkin did not dare to show the slightest trace of arrogance or disdain. His face instantly filled with a flattering smile, and he curtsied very obsequiously to the Demon Artisans, bending his body almost 90 degrees. The exaggerated movement, combined with his short and stocky figure, looked indescribably comical.
Birkin collected a batch of “excellent”equipment that the Demon Artisans had just finished crafting, and with small, shuffling steps, he took it to Caelan to have a look.
Sitting on the Abyss Throne, Caelan carefully examined a longsword with a strange appearance in his hands. A hint of confusion could be seen in his eyes. The shape of this sword was really unusual. The proportions of the hilt and the body seemed a bit out of balance, and there were also some strange patterns on the blade, which looked neither beautiful nor practical.
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Birkin, standing next to him with a nervous expression, was watching Caelan's expression closely and feeling uneasy.
=========Equipment Information=====
Name: Demon Rough Longsword
Quality: D
Required Race: Demon(Dark Abyss)
Required Level: 3
Type: Weapon
Attributes: ATT+1
Effect: None
Introduction: Equipment produced by the Demon Workshop can only be used by demons from the Dark Abyss, who can withstand the chaotic and evil power of the equipment.
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“It turns out that only demons can use it, what a waste of time!”
Caelan grumbled.
He had originally envisioned countless beautiful scenes of trading equipment for resource points, but now who would have thought that the opportunity to get rich would end before it even began?
Caelan fidgetily scratched his head before casually throwing the longsword to Birkin. The longsword arced through the air before Birkin reached out to catch it.
“Distribute the forged equipment.”
Since the equipment could not be sold, it would be distributed to demon soldiers of a lower rank to increase the combat effectiveness of the demon army!
Caelan's gaze fell on the black and red swirl in the sky, and his eyes narrowed slightly as his thoughts seemed to revolve around the swirl...
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A few days ago, somewhere on the Eternal Continent.
“Airborne Detector One, prepare for takeoff!”
A gnome dressed in tattered overalls stood next to a huge metal launch pad, his eyes fixed on the detector in front of him, his expression filled with nervousness and anticipation.
“Airborne Detector two, prepare for takeoff!” shouts another gnome in a similar outfit, who has just finished checking the various wires and gauges on the detector and has big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
...
“Countdown to takeoff, 5.4...”
“1!”
“Take off!”
With this order, the scene was instantly engulfed in flames and smoke.
Flames shot out from the bottom of the detectors, and the intense heat distorted the surrounding air. Several shoddily made medium-sized detectors trembled violently under the impetus of the flames, emitting a roar. They quickly rose into the sky and sped off in different directions.
The shells of these detectors were very simple, covered with traces of welding and patches of repair, and the metal surfaces reflected dappled light in the sun.
Inside each detector, the space is small and cramped. Several short, light-brown gnomes squeeze in and operate them skillfully.
Countless gear parts keep falling off the detectors, the red warning lights inside the detectors flash frantically, and the shrill alarm sounds echo in the confined space. But the gnomes are unfazed. They hold special telescopes steadily, and they quickly record everything they observe.
“Mountain range discovered! The range runs north to south and is about 25 kilometers long...”
“Swamp discovered! The swamp is about 12 kilometers from east to west and about 9 kilometers from south to north. The surface is covered with thick layers of waterweed and duckweed...”
“Seven kilometers southwest, on the high ground at the edge of the swamp, a campsite was discovered. A tribe was discovered, suspected to be the Lizardmen...”
...
“Warning! The detector is about to disintegrate!”
“Warning! The detector is about to...”
As soon as they heard the warning about the imminent disintegration of the detector, the gnomes moved quickly and in an orderly manner. They took the parachutes made by the gnomes and sat in the specially designed protective seats.
With a “bang”, the gnomes shot out of the detector like projectiles.
Above the sky, there were suddenly more than a dozen snow-white parachutes.
After just a few seconds, the detectors, which had completed their assigned task, disintegrated into a large pile of parts.
The burning wreckage dragged a fiery tail, creating a “whooshing” sound as it fell and fiercely rubbed against the air, casting shadows on the ground before finally crashing to the ground, and raising a cloud of dust.