Chapter 2182 Still No Answer
Alex held a sword before him.
It was not Midnight, nor was it one of the many other swords he used in his Sword Array. This was a sword that he could not use, except physically.
This was the sword where he found Godslayer.
The thin silver sword was made up of a metal he did not recognize. He had spent a few days in Madhammer's smithy, spending most of his time trying to just learn about the different materials, how they could be handled, and what they could be mixed with.
He had shown Alex a lot of rare metals, including the ones that he was going to have to choose from to buy to reforge Midnight.
Soulheart Gold was gold that nearly glowed with its own light. Skyborn Platinum held a deep aura of wind. Tyrant Iron was a particularly strong iron that could not be rusted and was extremely hard to work with otherwise.
Alex had to choose from them to reforge Midnight, but at the moment, they were all very much expensive for him to even consider it.
If they could be graded, each one of those metals would be considered Divine grade. So to even begin with, the conversation for those metals would start in the millions of Spirit stones.
While he had a few million spirit stones at the moment, he needed many more to buy enough metal to fuse with the tons of Starforged Tungsten he had compounded into Midnight.
Instead of immediately buying that metal, he had decided to learn everything he could about forging weapons that he could from an experienced Artifact master like Madhammer.
So, after learning about all the various new metals, he decided to see what this one was made of. So, he sat down and pulled out the sword.
And yet, after minutes of careful observation, Alex had absolutely no idea what this metal was. The silver color of the blade was different enough from any silver variant that he had seen in the smithy that he could not figure out what the metal was.
It was understandable that he didn't recognize what this metal was so easily. After all, it was a weapon that had been capable of handling something as strong as prime Godslayer. To be able to be a prison for Godslayer, someone who had killed dozens of gods, if not more, the sword had to be made up of some rare material that Madhammer simply didn't have to teach Alex about.
The sword was weirder in more ways than just that. It was sharp to a point where it was uncanny how regular metal could get that sharp. Other than that, it had to belong to the gods, so the way they had refined the sword had made it impossible for Alex to refine it for himself.
Hell, he couldn't even put any of his Qi inside of the sword. It rejected it entirely.
"Great, then we shall start some physical exercises today. Let's see you make a sword. I want to see what you are capable of exactly."
Alex nodded and followed the man.
The walked back to the workshop where the cacophony of metal hitting metal, metal sizzling in hot water or oil, and the general chaos of a working place with a lot of people sounded all around him.
The place was hot, not just because there were furnaces running all day long, but also because there were many veins of lava that flowed through the workshop that were used by formations to help heat up the furnaces.
It helped save a lot of energy on producing heat, which was the main source of energy usage in the workshop.
They walked through the workshop until they arrived at a part where a man was standing outside of the furnace, watching the metals melt in a crucible.
"Senior!" the man quickly greeted.
The old man nodded. "What is in the furnace?" he asked.
"Goldsteel," the man said.
"You are making a sword, are you not?" Madhammer asked.
"Ah, yes I am," the man replied.
"Give me the details."
The man brought out a talisman and handed it over. Madhammer looked through the talisman and handed it over to Alex next.
"Read through this. When the metals are melted enough, you will make this sword."
Alex looked at the talisman and saw a rather intricate sword with Qi lines noted down in detail. Everything he needed was there.
He nodded. "Understood, senior."Nôv(el)B\\jnn