Seafast's expression became distorted again, he raised his hand to scratch his ugly face, and let out a rough growl:
"The reason why they turned me into this damn appearance was because they wanted me to forge a weapon that could match the blue fury. But later I learned that it was actually just a plan conspired by Baal and Diavolo. The purpose is to give Yizuer an excuse to enter hell with blue fury and a large number of elite angel warriors to stop the so-called forging process."
"That was the first time I saw Yizu'er since the War of Original Sin, but I witnessed it joining forces with a group of demon lords to kill all the elite angels it brought, and it sent Tyrell's plea for help when he was captured. Signal.”
Hearing this, Mo Bei not only frowned.
He remembered that Jameela indeed said that she died in a demon ambush during Yizuer's betrayal, but that battle took place in the hell plane. Why was her soul trapped in this space?
"That idiot Tyrell really fell into the trap!"
Seafast roared in a low voice, which sounded somewhat personal to Mo Bei's ears.
Could it be that this guy has a grudge because he was packed up with Inaris and handed over to Mephisto?
You must know that amplifying hatred is the specialty of the Green Tea King. . .
Worried that his interruption would divert the topic away from the focus of recasting the Blue Fury, he could only look at the situation around him and make sure there were no potential threats, then continue to listen patiently.
"Tyrell was on another battlefield to contain Baal's army. Compared to the other archangels, he was the closest. He thought that when he arrived, he would be able to fight side by side with his most capable subordinates, but what was waiting for him was Yizuer. A counter-attack. It should have been a siege without any suspense, but Yizuer's sneak attack failed. The Blue Fury did not want to be controlled by the traitor, and collapsed on its own at the critical moment!"
"The terrifying eternal flames and the power of holy light swept across the entire battlefield, and even formed space turbulence. Many hell monsters were burned to ashes or torn apart by the generals of space turbulence. The soldiers were the first to bear the brunt. I was also seriously injured, and Tyrell took the opportunity to kill him and then fled directly. I was also affected by the eternal flame, but I still hoped that he could take me out of hell. I desperately asked for help, trying to He identified himself, but he!! Ah..."
Seafast beat the ground angrily and roared:
"But he regarded me as a stumbling block and stabbed me in the head!!"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"
The banshee burst into a burst of piercing laughter, and then fell to the ground without any image, showing the bad side of her character without any scruples. .
Mo Bei raised his hand and coughed lightly, unable to hold back.
He felt that he really didn't blame Tyrell. . .
In that situation, I was lucky to be able to escape. I couldn't care less about you. Looking at your dignified appearance, who would have the time to wait for you to reveal your identity?
Tyrael's sword obviously caused a huge psychological shadow on Seafast. Thousands of years have passed, but there is still such a big resentment.
Space turbulence. . .
It seems that Jamela's soul was drawn into this space at that time.
What kind of weapon is it that can actually break apart on its own and erupt with such terrifying power? . .
He said with a speechless face:
"What's the point of remaking a weapon that can explode on its own? Who are you planning to use it to deceive?"
"No, it's not what you think! It's because Yi Zuer absorbed the origin of hell that he was counterattacked by the blue anger, and I have already thought of a way to solve this problem!"
The topic returned to his own profession, and the blacksmith's cousin's anger softened a lot, and he even became a little excited.
"Tell me about it." Mo Bei's attitude was not as harsh as it was at the beginning, and he seemed to be a little sympathetic to this guy.
The key is that he discovered the value of the opponent, so he is not in a hurry to kill the explosive equipment for the time being!
"I collected the fragments of Blue Fury and continued to study them, hoping to truly forge a weapon that could rival it. However, my ability is limited after all. The war gun forged for Inarius is already beyond my reach. I have no choice but to settle for the next best thing and find a way to recast it. I am very confident that the Eternal Flame can be solved by injecting the soul of Master Vizjere who has fallen into a demon into the recasting process. The irreconcilable problem with the origin of hell allows the recast Blue Fury to be controlled by the creatures of hell."
Mo Bei suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked without changing his expression:
"You mean, you have all the fragments of Blue Fury? Here?"
"Yes, it's just that that trash Yizuer has never been able to condense the eternal flame, so I have never been able to realize my vision!"
"Why does it have to be the eternal burning flame? Don't you still have the hellish flames?"
"Although you know the existence of these two things, you don't really understand them. Since they are completely opposite, there are naturally huge differences. The hell plague represents pure corruption and destruction. If you want to create something with it, It’s completely whimsical! This is why every angel in the highest heaven has a handy weapon, while the devils of hell rely more on their minions and evil power.”
Mo Bei touched his chin thoughtfully and continued to ask:
"You have the souls of fallen humans on your hands?"
"No, but I have a suitable candidate, and I have Baal's promise that I will send it to you when needed, so that the human soul can pass through the world barrier. The price you need to pay is still acceptable. .”
"Which candidate are you talking about?"
"My name is Bartuk, the former leader of the Vizjere mage tribe."
"..."
Mo Bei was speechless, wondering whether this Bartuk had violated the name of the King of Destruction or something.
The banshee let out a gloating laugh. She had expressed her distaste for Batuk before, and she was somewhat glad that she had escaped from Baal's command, otherwise. Maybe one day it will be sold like Bartuk, and it will be used thoroughly.
I'm so witty!
As everyone knows, at this moment Baal is still angry that he was tricked by a stupid succubus, and he is getting angrier as he thinks about it.
It regards Tarasha's clone as an important medium to break through the World Stone barrier, but the banshee pierced its chest with a claw and took away its own power core. This is such a shame and humiliation, how can it not drive it crazy!
"According to your assumption, can the recast Blue Fury also be used by humans?"
Mo Bei asked one question after another. Seafast had already heard his thoughts, but he was full of desire to survive and did not show any lack of cooperation. He immediately answered:
"That's true! But the Eternal Burning Flame is still the core of Recasting and the main source of power of Blue Fury. Before that, Baal will not give me Bartuk's soul."
"Let me see the fragments of Blue Fury first."
As soon as Mo Bei finished speaking, Hayfast immediately got up from the ground, ignoring the wounds on his body that were still dripping with black blood, and ran quickly towards the huge forging platform.
Anyway, it has been forced to change its camp once, from being an angel to being tortured and twisted into an ugly demon. It doesn't want to go back to hell no matter what, so it might as well be more knowledgeable and see if it can seek refuge in a place of refuge. A place to stay.
While Inarius was being tortured in hell, he never stopped repenting and praying to the Holy Light, hoping to return to the highest heaven. For tens of thousands of years, it never received a response. It also used this to recognize the reality, which is absolutely impossible. Maybe one thing.
Seafast came to a black stone standing next to the forging platform with a heavy hammer in hand. He raised the hammer and smashed it into pieces. Then he reached out to push aside the gravel and touched it. Then he took out a white irregular fragment and handed it to Got Mo Bei.
Mo Bei held it in his hand and saw that the edge on one side was straight and sharp. It was obviously a fragment of a sword blade. It was nearly a finger thick, but he didn't know its material.
There is a faint blue light flowing at the fracture of this fragment, giving people the illusion of vitality.
It should be an illusion. After all, these are fragments of a weapon. No matter how special they are, they should not contain vitality.
(End of chapter)
