Kapitel 38: Genius Blacksmith
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Those who block me will die!"
Winterson brandished his S-Grade Demon Slayer Sword. With a single swing of his sword, he could kill an entire group of people.
Whether it was a werewolf, an evil spirit, or a bat, none of them could withstand the sharpness of this sword.
It was instrumental!
As expected of a rare S-Grade treasure!
The more Winterson used it, the more comfortable it became. This sword's lethality was too strong.
After pouring mana into it, it swept through everything.
Those werewolves had tough skin and thick flesh, but the sword still cut off their necks.
What was even more terrifying was the sword aura.
As the sword aura spread out, the bats in the air fell one after another, splitting into two.
Those evil spirits were also split into pieces and disappeared in an instant.
Very quickly, he killed all the foreign objects that pounced over.
Carl and the others did not dare to move. They looked around in fear.
Suddenly, a figure appeared. It seemed to be a human.
He swaggered toward them.
"It's you! What's going on? Why didn't I get the warning?"
Holding a great sword, Winterson looked at the defeated soldiers in surprise.
"There was no warning... We came here to check out the black fog. I didn't expect..."
Carl sighed.
"You didn't expect to poke a hornet's nest, did you?
"Seriously, you didn't even inform me of this action!
"With me here, you wouldn't be in such a sorry state!"
Winterson shook his head.
Lisa clenched her fists and rushed to him, shouting hysterically, "Bastard! I called you, but you didn't pick up! How could I have informed you? Tell me!"
"Ah? You called me?"
Winterson hurriedly reached for his phone.
Damn it! He seemed to have dropped his phone in Jenny's car...
"Sorry, I don't seem to have my phone with me..."
He said awkwardly.
"Hmph! We almost all died!"
"Are you still a member of the Foreign Bureau now?"
"Yes, of course, I am!"
"Then why do you keep running around? I haven't seen you in a few missions!"
"I'm going to... get rid of the bad guys!"
Carl walked over and saw the sword in Winterson's hand. He could not help but widen his eyes.
"Winterson! Where did you get this sword?"
"Uh..."
Winterson was a little caught off guard and forgot to put the sword away.
This Demon Slayer Sword was an S-Grade treasure. If he said that it was a gift from his master, it would definitely be seen through. Even Adele herself didn't have such a weapon.
No one would believe him if he said that he picked it up.
He could only bite the bullet and say, "I made it myself!"
He could not say that it was given to him by the system.
"Pfft!"
Rodriguez, who was standing at the side, almost spat out his saliva.
An S-Grade treasure demon-subduing weapon!
He made it himself!?
Would that not make him a f*cking master blacksmith?
He said earlier that this guy might have a talent for refining artifacts, but now it seems that he was right!
This was not just talent, this is a considerable talent!
Only a second-tier blacksmith could refine an S-Grade magic artifact!
My god, this starting point is too high!
Those researchers also sucked in a breath of cold air.
Fourth-grade demon fighter, fifth-grade pharmacist, second-grade armament master!
What else could this kid not know?
This was too exaggerated!
Carl was also stunned. He actually made such a cool top-grade magical artifact?
Armament masters were also a rare species. There were only two in the entire New York State!
Those two armament masters were only fifth-grade. They could only make some low-grade magical artifacts.
"Deputy Director, I have something to discuss with you."
Rodriguez came over, his eyes shining.
"Speak!"
"Well... It's been a long time since a new member joined our research room..."
"Enough! If you want to let Winterson go to your research room, there's no need to say it. Impossible!"
Carl said firmly.
These bastards actually dared to have ideas of taking Winterson.
To let a level four demon fighter go to the research room to make medicine and refine weapons? That was simply a waste!
Medicine and magic tools were both external objects. It was better to be able to fight on one's own.
"Carl! I'm serious! He's a rare medicine genius and also a rare refining genius!"
Rodriguez roared.
"I f*cking know! But he's also a genius demon fighter!"
Carl was not willing to be outdone.
"Hey, what are you guys arguing about? Where's the director?"
Winterson asked in puzzlement.
"Right! Thomas..."
Carl came back to his senses.
"Quick, go find the director! He's at the back. I don't know how he's doing now! I hope he's still in time!"
Carl rushed into the depths of the black fog in a hurry.
Winterson glanced at Lisa and Helen and said, "Stay here!"
After saying that, he went after Carl.
Lisa and Helen looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.
It was not safe to stay here! It was safer to follow that guy!
The two of them ran away together without saying anything.
Rodriguez and the others looked at each other. There were werewolf corpses everywhere, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Although there might not be any foreign objects surrounding them, the smell of blood might attract other wild beasts.
Those big guys would not be easier to deal with than werewolves.
"Let's go and help!"
Rodriguez suggested.
Everyone followed.
"Hu... hu... hu..."
In the depths of the fog, there were corpses everywhere.
Thomas bent over and panted heavily. The remaining members were all dead or injured.
He was almost exhausted from fighting alone.
Looking at the werewolves that were gradually approaching, he was in despair.
"I hope Carl and the others broke out of the encirclement..."
"It's over!"
"I did what I had to do..."
He closed his eyes and waited for the werewolves to pounce on him and tear him apart.
"Awooo!"
The werewolves roared and charged forward.
They could also see that this guy was already at the end of his rope.
Swoosh!
The sword flashed, and a row of werewolf heads flew up.
Tss tss tss!
Blood splattered!
Thomas was sprayed all over his face, and the strong stench made him open his eyes.
He saw a man wielding a long sword, charging into the werewolves as if he was chopping vegetables.
The werewolves howled as they fell, and the evil spirits were scared and fled in all directions.
Pa! Pa!
The bats also fell to the ground one after another.
Soon after, another group of people rushed over.
"Thomas, you're still alive?"
"Why is your face covered in blood? is your face okay?"
Carl rushed in front of Thomas.
Thomas saw his face clearly, and his entire body fell on top of him.
"Thomas!"
Carl hugged him.
Rodriguez went up to check and quickly said, "The director is fine. It's just that he was too exhausted."
Carl immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
Lisa and Helen looked at the tragic battlefield and covered their noses at the same time.
Both of their eyes were red.
Many of their team members died in this battle. They were torn into pieces by the werewolves.
Or they were poisoned by bats and their bodies festered into a pile of rotten meat.
It was too tragic!
"Awooo!"
With the last werewolf's mournful cry, it fell to the ground.
Winterson put away his sword.
-- Geschenk
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