jdhmnovel Chapter 468 Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan (Page 12)
Chapter 468 Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan (Page 12)
at this time,
In the middle of the road ahead, a huge, pink strawberry mousse suddenly began to wriggle, then slowly coalesced into a blurry humanoid shape.
It has no facial features, a smooth surface, and a rich strawberry aroma. It raises a mousse arm, seemingly trying to block everyone's way.
"Wow! The strawberry has come to life!" Baili Pangpang exclaimed.
Cao Yuan's lips twitched even more violently, and his hand had already silently pressed on the hilt of his sword, even though he felt extremely uncomfortable that his opponent was a sweet treat.
Garan tilted his head curiously: "It seems like it wants to say hello to us?"
Lin Qiye's eyes sharpened, and he took half a step forward, with a faint energy beginning to circulate around him.
An Qingyu quickly pointed the scanner at the Strawberry Mousse Man: "The energy reaction is increasing! Be careful!"
however,
The strawberry mousse figure just swayed awkwardly, then squeezed out a few crooked words made of chocolate chips:
"Construction ahead, please detour. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause."
(P.S.: The new flavor tasting area is under the third bubblegum tree on the left. Feel free to try it; it's free!)
Everyone: "..."
The atmosphere became a little solid for a while.
Baili Pangpang stared blankly at the line of chocolate words, muttering, "He's...he's quite polite, huh?"
Cao Yuan silently released his grip on the knife hilt, and complained expressionlessly, "Are all the road construction signs in Asgard made by Mousse? Next time, should we make a tiramisu roadblock?"
An Qingyu adjusted her glasses and noted: "It has basic communication abilities and rule-setting functions, and is suspected to be a low-level intelligence attached to creation... but it is still not recommended to try it."
Jiang Er's voice carried a hint of speechlessness: "What's free is the most expensive... especially on Loki's territory."
Lin Qiye frowned even more as he watched the line of chocolate text gradually melt away.
What on earth is Loki up to?
What was his purpose in turning the cruel divine kingdom into this absurd and ridiculous state?
This pervasive, cloyingly sweet sense of unease is more psychologically unsettling than facing a massive army.
"Stay alert, take a detour." Lin Qiye finally gave the order, his voice steady and unwavering.
The group carefully avoided the still slightly swaying strawberry mousse figure and chose another path paved with green mint chips.
Baili Pangpang kept turning back to look at the direction of the free tasting area, reluctant to leave, before Cao Yuan ruthlessly grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
...
Nordic countries, the land of dwarves.
This is not a bitterly cold place covered in ice and snow.
Instead, it is a fiery kingdom hidden deep within the earth's core, surrounded by endless volcanoes and lava.
The sky is not blue, but rather a dark, oppressive red, perpetually tinged with thick smoke and volcanic ash billowing from the earth.
The massive volcano, like a silent black giant, encircles and protects this divine forging workshop.
They are not inanimate objects; the mountains emit muffled rumbling sounds from time to time, and the crater at the summit endlessly spews out columns of scorching smoke and sporadic sparks, like the heavy breathing of a giant beast.
The dark red lava river, like the blood vessels of the earth, flows slowly and heavily through ravines and canyons, radiating a high temperature that can melt steel and distorting the air with its heat.
Surrounded by this raging natural force at its center is an even more breathtaking spectacle—the heart of the dwarven kingdom, the Forge.
It was a colossal steel complex that could not be measured by conventional standards, or rather, it was a living, breathing city constructed of steel, obsidian, and brass.
Countless thick metal pipes, like giant pythons, coiled and twisted around the jagged steel structure, their surfaces scorched dark red by the high temperature.
What flows within is either liquid flame or molten metal.
It emitted a thunderous roar.
The towering chimneys stood taller than the mountain peaks, ceaselessly spewing thicker, blacker smoke mixed with sparks into the already dark red sky.
The entire area was enveloped in a continuous, deafening din:
That was the roar of steam pistons, the grinding of gears meshing, the bubbling of boiling lava, and...
"Frame! Frame! Frame!!!"
The rhythmic, heavy sound of a giant hammer striking the ground!
The sound was like the beating heart of the entire furnace, rhythmic, powerful, and filled with a primal and wild strength. With each hammer blow...
All of them were accompanied by blinding sparks that exploded like fireworks.
And the sharp or dull sounds that metal makes when it is forged to its extreme.
Leng Xuan's figure
In this vast, noisy, and scorching world, I appear exceptionally small and lonely.
He wore a seemingly ordinary black cloak, but upon closer inspection, a faint magical sheen occasionally shimmered across its surface.
It quietly isolates the omnipresent intense heat radiation and the occasional stray sparks from the surrounding area.
His footsteps made a slight "rustling" sound on the ground covered with metal scraps and cooled volcanic rock, but the sound was instantly drowned out by the deafening industrial symphony.
He walked toward one of the largest buildings.
This building is less like a house and more like a black mountain made of cast iron.
Its walls are made of thick, unpolished metal plates riveted together, covered with mottled burn marks and splashes of cooled lava.
A massive brass gate, tens of meters high, stood tightly shut, its surface adorned with intricate runes symbolizing forging and fire, now gleaming dimly.
Leng Xuan walked to the door.
Without him making any move, the incredibly heavy door emitted a dull creak, the runes on its surface lit up one by one, and then slowly opened inwards a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through.
A blast of hot air, hotter than the outside air and carrying the strong smells of sulfur, ozone, and quenching fluid, rushed towards us.
He stepped in sideways.
The door slowly closed behind him, isolating him from some of the outside noise, but making the sounds inside even more concentrated and powerful.
The building's interior space is astonishingly vast and open-air—its dome is directly exposed, revealing the sky billowing with red and black smoke.
Looking up, you can see a huge robotic arm carrying red-hot metal billets moving overhead, like a giant moving a toy.
In the center of the building,
It is a massive, fiery blast furnace, as deep as an abyss!
The blast furnace's opening was probably a hundred meters in diameter, and inside burned pure white flames that seemed to have been taken from the core of the sun. The terrifyingly high temperature completely distorted the air around the furnace opening.
Even the space itself seems unstable.
The furnace walls were constructed from a dark golden, high-temperature resistant material, covered with intricate and dense cooling runes and energy channels, and were currently emitting a dazzling light.
They were doing everything they could to contain the terrifying energy within the furnace, energy powerful enough to destroy everything.
The furnace occasionally emitted a low roar, and the surging heat waves made Leng Xuan, who was standing at a distance, feel a stinging sensation on his skin under his cloak.
And right at the edge of this destructive energy, a figure was sweating profusely.
That was a dwarf.
He had a thick, snow-white beard that was as thick as a wire brush and almost covered most of his face. The beard was carefully braided into several braids, with metal rings at the ends.
He was stocky and muscular.
His muscles were bulging, and his bronze skin was covered with spots and scars left by sparks and burns. The oily sweat that seeped out was instantly evaporated by the high temperature.
He was wearing only a heavy leather apron, his arms were bare, and he gripped a forging hammer that was larger than his body.
The hammerhead appeared to be made from a single piece of obsidian.
The black surface shimmered with star-like particles, and the hammer handle was the leg bone of some unknown behemoth, wrapped with non-slip metal wire.
At this moment, the dwarf was roaring.
With every muscle tensed, he pounded the giant hammer repeatedly against a piece of scorching metal on the furnace stand in a rhythmic and powerful manner.
"box!!!"
Sparks flew out like an explosion.
Each hammer blow seemed to contain a unique rhythm and a force of order. The originally irregularly shaped metal changed its form at a visible speed under the hammer blows, and internal impurities were forcibly expelled by the extreme force.
It emitted a sharp hiss.
Leng Xuan stood quietly not far away, not uttering a sound to disturb the scene, but silently watching this powerful and skillful spectacle.
His arrival did not seem to escape the dwarves' notice.
After another full-force hammer blow,
The dwarf paused slightly, then slammed his giant hammer into the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He raised his head.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the scorching ground with a soft hissing sound. His eyes, hidden beneath thick eyebrows, were sharp as an eagle's, their gaze piercing through the rising steam and heat.
It landed precisely on Leng Xuan.
"You've come!" His voice was loud and clear, like a bell, even drowning out some of the surrounding noise, carrying the straightforwardness unique to dwarves and... a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.
Leng Xuan nodded slightly and asked succinctly, "Where is what I asked for?"
The dwarf master snorted.
He seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Leng Xuan's attitude of getting straight to the point without any pleasantries, but he didn't say much.
He casually leaned the huge forging hammer aside.
The hammerhead made a heavy, dull thud when it hit the ground.
He clapped his hands, walked to a control panel next to the blast furnace, and pressed a few runes with his stubby fingers.
Accompanied by the rattling sound of gears turning,
Suddenly, a square opening appeared in the ground beside them, and a huge metal box, almost twice the height of a dwarf, was slowly lifted up by a complex mechanical device.
The box is made entirely of matte dark gray metal, with no fancy decorations on the surface, only some deep and simple reinforcing lines, making it look incredibly heavy and sturdy.
The dwarf stretched out his thick, strong hand.
With a hint of pride, he patted the cold box, which made a dull "thump" sound.
"Kid! Watch closely!" His voice was still loud, carrying the ultimate confidence of a craftsman regarding his work. "This is me, Groin Ironbeard."
It took 360 days and nights to ignite the core fire of the Earth's inner furnace.
The most unique and powerful weapon ever created, crafted with the utmost dedication! One of a kind in the world, absolutely unique! No other like it!
His white beard twitched slightly with excitement.
Leng Xuan's gaze fell on the box, and a barely perceptible ripple seemed to flicker deep within his calm eyes.
He stepped forward.
I gently pressed my finger on a hidden mechanism on the side of the box.
With a soft "click," the lid of the box slowly opened upwards.
The case, lined with dark velvet, perfectly held its contents—a sniper rifle.
But it is by no means a sniper rifle in the ordinary sense.
It is nearly two meters long, and its streamlined barrel has a deep, dark red color, like congealed blood, which is the unique color of ebony steel.
The gun barrel is unusually thick and long.