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Werther teased, "What's a Beastman? I can lift a dragon with one hand! Let me tell you, I am currently training in the art of Sword Saint. In a few years, I will become a Sword Saint. "At that time, whoever bullies you, I will avenge you. Even if it is the Pope, I will beat his teeth out of him!"

The little maid's eyes curved into crescent moons as she laughed. "Young master has lied to me again, I know about Sword Saints, but there aren't many in the entire continent. Besides, you're still so young, how could you become a Sword Sage? Unless you are the reincarnation of a god! However, young master, you can't joke with His Highness the Pope in the future. His Highness the Pope is the spokesperson for the gods.

Werther smiled. "Alright, alright, I got it. Go and prepare me some salt water and a large amount of food. Just like this time, without my permission, no one is allowed to come in, including you!" Lan Lan nodded. "Yes, I know. The young master wants to become a Sword Saint. Lan is guarding the door. He won't let anyone in!" "She ran to the door like a wisp of smoke and closed it solemnly. Like a soldier, she stood firmly guard outside the door.

This girl was only fourteen years old, she looked very cute and pleasant, but he did not have the slightest interest in her, not that he was pretending. Daoist cultivators should abstain from marriage, and Taoists should be the most natural; if fate wills it, they would not be able to stop it, and the more resistant they were to it, the greater their inner demons would become, so they might as well take advantage of the situation to end their relationship, which would be even more beneficial to their cultivation.

The aristocrats would use this method to nurture their successors, after all, the clan had to hand everything over to the young people, and it was inevitable that the young people would become hot-blooded. Once they encountered the so-called beauty trap, it would be very easy for them to take the bait and cause losses to the clan. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to be interested in this little loli, and he didn't want to have anything to do with her either. He also sincerely wished that she would be able to find the man he loved and obtain happiness.

In this way, Werther began his arduous journey of refining the marrow. Every time he tempered the marrow, it was the deepest level of flogging the soul, and every time, it would hurt like hell. However, in order to refine it as soon as possible, Werther clenched his teeth and persevered. This made him extremely satisfied. According to his original estimates, if he wanted to refine all of the bone marrow in his body, he would need at least five to ten years before he could completely reform his body. Now, it seemed that he would only need three years to complete it.

The results of his cultivation were also very obvious. The transformed bone marrow appeared to have a faint purplish golden hue under Werther's observation, and even the newly created blood had some purplish hue. The blood flowed all over his body, giving him a feeling of always keeping the dirt clean. Every time he used his own strength to reform his marrow, some impurities would be discharged from the surface of his body. This was the dirt that was removed from the deepest part of his body.

Every day, when he finished the modification, he would soak himself in a medicinal bath and absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth contained within the medicinal plant into his body. Through the blood transmission, he would be able to reach every part of his body. With blood as the best conveyor, it would be much more convenient to use true energy to condense medicine and temper one's body. After all, blood was ubiquitous in the human body, and every circulation brought along a large amount of nutrients, bringing away a lot of impurities. After all, blood was ubiquitous in the human body, and after every circulation brought along a large amount of nutrients, taking away a lot of impurities.

However, this was only the first step, the marrow in his body had not been completely transformed, not to mention that he had not reached the state of connecting heaven and earth, directly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as his own, and had to eat a large amount of meat to replenish his energy consumption. After absorbing the essence, he also had to expend a lot of energy to remove the impurities in his flesh and blood, which somehow delayed his cultivation progress, but Werther was not in a hurry.

According to what he had said, after forging this armor, the furnace would be temporarily sealed. He would no longer forge the armor, and instead, he would have to focus on comprehending the magic notes left behind by his teacher in order to reach the peak of Saint Rank in the shortest time possible. He could not be outdone by his senior, Greenspan. Werther could guess that this pair of junior and junior brothers definitely had some grudges to them, but their relationship was still good. Otherwise, Greenspan wouldn't have specially asked him to give his notes to his junior. As for the cultivation level of his two juniors, it was not something he could manage.

It was obvious that Calton had used this armor with all his heart. With so many rare materials to make it, he could even take back the buckle. If he didn't put his heart into it then it would be equivalent to smashing the brand of a saint alchemist. The lines were very smooth, and the helmet in the middle took the shape of a dragon head. There were beads below the deerhorn's forehead, and it was obvious that this was a copy of the Coiling Dragon stick that Werther had given him. However, this way, the armor could be matched with the Coiling Dragon stick and become a set. The armor was extremely heavy, roughly two thousand kilograms. With Werther's enhanced physique, if he wanted to wear it without any restraints, he needed several months of time to adapt. According to Carton, Dragon Blood was also used in the tempering, and he expressed his heartache that in order to forge a staff and a armor, he had used up all the Dragon Blood that he had accumulated over the years. He even angrily demanded compensation from the Rolande family.

After all, the main material of the coiling dragon rod was Heavenly Stellar Gold, and it was basically a metal that belonged to the magical boundary. It was very difficult to draw out and activate a magic circle, and with the superior methods of a saint alchemist, they would only be able to add a modified Gravity Spell and a dimensional magic circle. However, the armor was very different, and although the material was also very rare, it was still far from the Heavenly Stellar Gold.

As if seeking revenge for the arduous efforts of the Coiling Dragon Staff, Calton engraved over a hundred magic formations on the surface of the armor, such as defensive magic, offensive magic, armor-piercing magic, sharp magic, and so on. He even engraved the wind-type magic and water-type magic on the armor. This inevitably involved the use of many advanced magic circle engraving techniques. Even to this day, the Mage Association still had a high reward for the magic circle repeatedly being engraved, but it still hadn't been able to solve this problem. This technology was originally spread throughout the Golden Age and the Silver Age. However, in the Bronze Age, it had disappeared without a trace. It was obvious that Carton possessed this kind of superior technology, which also demonstrated the skills of a saint alchemist.

Just by looking at the magic array, this armor was already the most outstanding masterpiece in the history of magic array carving. As for its performance, the final goal of the armor was to defend itself and be used in combat, not in a museum. It was praised by all the craftsmen.

According to Calton's own preaching, this armor could completely block a Saint level expert's full strength attack. Werther was very suspicious of this. In order to confirm his suspicions, he even went to his father to find a few powerful warriors under his command. Among them, two of them were Golden Warriors. The result of the test made Werther very satisfied. This armor was worthy of being called the masterpiece of a master alchemist. It was completely immune to attacks by Golden Warriors.

But what about the attacks from Saint level experts? Werther even wanted to trick the Shadow Sword Saint out of the palace to test the might of the armor. However, he quickly gave up on this unrealistic idea. Firstly, the shadow definitely wouldn't give him this face and would instead chase him down with a sword. Secondly, even if he could defend from a Saint level expert's attack, what did it represent? That Sacred Level expert didn't have any special combat power or energy circulation method. In his previous life, there were many martial arts experts who specialized in dealing with this kind of tortoise shell. If they met this kind of expert, they would die without knowing how. Therefore, Werther decided that he couldn't rely too much on this piece of armor. After all, it wasn't too safe.

Looking at the dragon-shaped head of the armor, a thought suddenly flashed across Werther's mind, "I made a long rod, and father wants Calton to modify the armor once right away. These two things are pretty overpowered when used to compete with a single person, if we were to put them on the battlefield, wouldn't that be an unstoppable killing weapon? Was this a coincidence? "It's all my father's fault. If it was his fault, I'm afraid I'd have to fight in the battlefield in a few years."

Werther, who came from a Daoist family, was not disgusted by the war and the slaughter. If he was a buddhist disciple, the first thing he would do would be to loudly oppose the order and try to persuade the other side to fight him. In the end, he would just watch as countless soldiers were slaughtered and the last group of monks would gang up on the undead, and that would be it. However, Daoists believed in letting nature take its course. Killing less was the best, and if they couldn't avoid it, they would definitely step forward and face tribulation. Only by doing this could they temper their dao heart and temper their primordial spirit.

James called his son over and smiled in satisfaction when he saw the Heaven-Devouring Armor on his body. "The workmanship of a Saint-level Alchemist is not bad. The quality of this armor is comparable to the armors of Divine Warriors of the Golden Age." Werther curiously asked what a Divine Warrior was. James said, "They are the cannon fodder gathered up by the gods to fight for the victory of the gods. They are just a group of ignorant and fanatical believers. If you put on this armor, if you ride on a horse for war, you will become a fierce general again. " Werther smiled bitterly. "I hope I'll never have a chance to wear this armor again."