CH 310

Works (1)

First day.

Roman Dmitry faced an unexpected problem.

Hwareuk.

gurgling rumbling.

Intensely burning fire.

In the process of melting iron for the first time, it deformed beyond melting with excessive heat.

was a variable.

There is a familiar system for the method using the fire pit, but the flame of the fire has no middle ground.

When the fire was weakly ignited, it did not transmit enough heat to the iron, but when the force was raised enough to melt the iron, deformation occurred as shown now.

In addition, the reaction of iron to fire was different from that of ordinary flames.

For that reason, the steel has already been discarded several times.

The initial work is a very important factor, and not being able to control the fire was a huge problem that was directly linked to a failure.

It was different from battle.

In fact, there was no reason to control the intensity of the fire so carefully when harming someone with murderous intent.

Even if the heat was weak, it was enough to burn something, and it didn't matter if the opponent couldn't handle it by raising it to the polarity.

So was the battle at Rascal.

When ten thousand troops were driven into the flames of the fire, Roman Dmitry did not dare to deal with the fire delicately.

From starting a fire and setting the building on fire.

The flames that were out of control didn't do their job well enough even if you didn't watch it until the end.

It was a fun situation.

The wildly roaring flames, on the contrary, stimulated Roman Dmitry.

'You mean that you're bound by me, but you're not completely under your control.'

Endless mountain range underground.

Roman Dmitry faced the body of the fire horse.

The being, brimming with intense heat, said that he and Roman Dmitry were bound by Heaven.

lately.

A whirlwind of fate swallowed up Roman Dmitry.

The being who was trying to conquer the continent found out that it was Alexander from the Jungwon Moorim, and Saint Isabel, who had received an oracle, asked for Roman Dmitry's help.

In fact, it was always a question.

He couldn't understand why he was possessed by Roman Dmitry of the Salamander Continent, but he thought that he might be a puzzle in the whirlwind of fate.

Just like the fire horse says that it is bound by a thousand people. Due to someone's intention, the existence of the Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk existed as Roman Dmitry.

I didn't like it.

No matter what anyone intended, Roman Dmitry will subdue every situation at his feet.

"Let's hold on to the end once and for all."

Hwareuk.

rumbling rumble.

ignited the flames.

If you don't follow the controls, you'll have to be crushed into submission.

That's it.

'Shin Hwaseonggong.'

It was the foundation of Baek Jung-hyuk, the heavenly horse.

* * *

When I was living as Baek Joong-hyuk.

As I looked down at the superb view from the top of the mountain that seemed to reach the sky, I suddenly felt lonely as a human being.

'What do I live for?'

Decades have already passed.

At the bottom of life, a child who said that he would bring everyone down, reached the apex at an early age.

From then on, the fighting spirit that was the driving force of life evaporated.

No other master of Moorim could surpass Baek Jung-hyeok's position, and even the gods with great fame were killed with a single knife.

Years have passed.

About ten years after reaching the peak, people did not regard Baek Jung-hyeok as a human being as an extraordinary being.

sky above the sky.

Struggle was the realm of man.

People were fighting with each other blushing, but every time Baek Joong-hyuk coughed, they bowed their heads to the floor and trembled.

Thousands and teens? Those names were meaningless.

The fear of Baek Joong-hyeok, engraved deep in his bones, taught him not to dare look up at the top of Moorim as long as he is alive.

was that so

Baek Jung-hyuk studied martial arts.

He further developed the Celestial Demon Swordsmanship and the Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship, as well as the martial arts of other sects one after another.

Some said

There is no end to learning.

However, when a genius like Baek Jung-hyuk resolved his boring life through studying, the learning that was said to have no end came to an end.

It was natural that there were no opponents, and he began to lose even the reason to lead a life with nothing to achieve.

It was such a boring life.

Seeing himself spending time reminiscing on the past, Baek Joong-hyuk didn't think it was bad to die like this.

if.

If he wanted immortality, it might have been possible.

There was a clue to immortality in the martial arts that Baek Jung-hyuk learned, but he naturally accepted the years of aging.

death is.

It was my last dream.

Even the fabled line was rejected because he wanted to end as a human being as much as death.

And now.

Hwareuk.

rumbling rumble rumble.

The fire burned.

Completely engulfed in the flames of the fire, Roman Dmitry looked genuinely delighted.

'Feel so good.'

new life.

new purpose.

I felt alive as a human being.

The power beyond his control stimulated Roman Dmitry's heart, but he took pleasure in the process of subduing it.

It was an unacceptable purpose in Baek Jung-hyuk's life.

Barco, Benedict, Kronos, Alexander, etc.

Throughout his life as Roman Dmitry, enemies have always appeared threatening him, but the fact that there is still room for struggle, far from being shaken by the fierce life, gave him the driving force of life.

Humans are such a being.

If you don't have a purpose in life, even if you hold the world in your hands, you have no choice but to live with the feeling of being trapped in a small iron cage.

Kaan-!

Fireworks went off.

He gripped the raging flames strongly, and focused on one spot that seemed to explode at any moment.

From now on, it was a fight against fire.

If this is not completely controlled, the flames raised to the polarity will surely burn the inside of the workshop.

Chloride Sacrifice.

manifested to the extreme.

The mana inside was boiling, and it was completely assimilated with the fire.

Hwareuk.

rumbling rumble.

flaming red hair.

If a dwarf brown rock had watched this scene, he would have said something like this.

"The fire is a force that is not under the control of humans or anyone else. When God granted the power of fire to the world, fire gave human beings warm warmth, but also showed an aspect as a disaster that burned the whole world. How could such a fire be under the control of mere men, not gods? one year? ten years? hundred years? Time doesn't matter. Don't try to control it, embrace the flames. Fire is such a power."

out of control.

he asserted

A long life as a Dwarf.

The records that history remembers clearly made it clear that the flames of fire are an area that humans cannot handle.

But.

Hwareuk.

rumbling rumble.

When only one day has passed.

The flames raging from Roman Dmitry's grasp began to noticeably calm down.

* * *

succumbed

grabbed it

The heat of fire followed Roman Dmitry's will.

'You are mine.'

Encounter with Hwama.

Since then, the relationship has already been established.

The fire horse that was speaking a thousand words became the property of Roman Dmitry, and from now on, it was completely under control.

It wasn't Chloride's ability.

The experience as Baek Joong-hyeok, who reached the sky, strongly suppressed the flames of fire.

As a result.

Chewy profit-

Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he made the first sword.

only a few days.

It was faster than expected.

Although it proved that he was worthy of a sharp, shiny black sword, Roman Dmitry's expression was not so satisfactory.

It was the result of the process of controlling the fire.

When the first sword was completed, it possessed more advanced technology than before.

'again.'

He put the sword to one side.

Then.

resumed work.

Kaang!

Kaang! Kaang!

The fire went out.

From the moment the fire horse took control, Roman Dmitry learned a technique completely different from before.

It was different from the method of using the flames of the hearth.

If the previous method was to tap the steel by taking in the heat of the furnace, using the flame of the furnace could delicately control the internal and external temperature of the steel.

sometimes weak.

sometimes strongly.

experimented in various ways.

Exactly at what temperature produces the best quality.

The work speed was fast.

From escaping the limits of humans, he quickly completed the desired shape without spending a long time.

like that.

Completed the second sword.

From the time the first sword was already completed, it was much higher than the previously produced Darkness.

'Not enough.'

He shook his head.

It was yet.

The technique of dealing with fire horses was not perfect, so the result could not be said to be perfect either.

Roman Dmitry fell into trance.

He was engulfed in fire and frantically pounded on steel, completely forgetting the concept of time, even though he had spent more than ten days on an empty stomach.

Basic human needs were unimportant.

The existence of Roman Dmitry. The existence of Baek Joong-hyuk was a being who lived by achieving something.

Kaan-!

The muscles trembled.

In a series of processes, the shape of the muscles also changed to be suitable for the work.

completely engrossed

When Roman Dmitry finally finished his third sword.

Looking at the sword engulfed in flames, I gained a strong conviction.

'Now the preparations are complete.'

Completely tamed the fire horse.

I don't know how much more time it will take.

However.

From now on, it was his turn to realize the purpose for which he entered the workshop.

* * *

It was from then.

The situation that Felix had confirmed unfolded.

The inside of the workshop was completely engulfed in flames, but strangely, the fire did not burn the workshop.

It was an astonishing amount of control.

Roman Dmitry had complete control over the flames, delivering heat to the steel at his intended timing.

Kaang!

Kaang, Kaang!

once.

twice.

three times, four times.

piled up over and over again.

Time passed as much as the accumulated tenacity, and the month that Roman Dmitry had planned passed.

But I couldn't stop working.

Because I know the way I'm doing it right now is right. Seeing the finished product at his fingertips, Roman Dmitry was completely absorbed in the work.

finally.

More than a month has passed than the scheduled time.

And finally.

tuk.

In the workshop, silence fell.

* * *

Dmitry's inn.

The knight of the Valentino family said in a cautious voice.

" Why not go back to Iman Kairos? It's already a full moon. You have spent too much time here, leaving the family affairs behind. Now the Valentino family needs a lord. The things piled up like a mountain are waiting for the Lord's approval."

"No, I can't go back."

was adamant

As the knight said, there were many things to deal with, but the Marquis Valentino had a more important dream than money.

"I have been looking forward to this moment. When I first checked Roman Dmitry-sama's sword, I promised myself that as a collector, I would definitely collect this man's collection. After a long wait, Roman Dmitry finally entered the workshop. But if you leave now. Indeed, if someone who wins the sword appears before me, I may feel a tremendous sense of loss."

"Still, this is not the case. You stopped drinking all of a sudden, and your complexion got noticeably worse."

Valentino was a drinker.

Just like collecting swords, enjoying sake was also his hobby.

The Marquis of Valentino felt a burning thirst, but with an unwavering gaze, he spoke strong convictions.

"I do not know when the holy moment of checking Roman Dmitry-sama's sword will come, but it is a betrayal of me to be drunk and not fully enjoy it. I won't even drink alcohol until I get the sword from Roman Dmitry-sama. When you finally get the sword. I will enjoy the moment with the wine I have saved at the time, looking at the glorious display with the Blaze."

Moment.

Was it a mistake that the knight sighed?

Valentino, the wealthy man, was a great person, but in this case, he looked like an immature child.

There was no way.

The stubbornness that has already been waiting for a full month.

No, how do you break the stubbornness of someone called a greedy collector?

That was then.

The inn door swung open, and another knight appeared.

"Lord! Law, Roman Dmitry has finally come out of the workshop... ."

before the words were even finished.

Woodang!

"Guide me to Dmitry Castle right now!"

The Marquis Valentino kicked off his chair, got up, and hurriedly walked out of the inn.