ushernet Chapter 60 The Son and His Father
Chapter 60 The Son and His Father
Over the next five days, they completed the remaining swords.
Lancelot's work was now done. Polishing, sharpening, and wrapping the hilt could be done by Bruto, and Lancelot wasn't able to assist with those tasks.
However, new work quickly came knocking at their door. This time, Barrend had invited Lancelot to assist him, which left Lancelot puzzled. The old Dwarf soon answered his question.
"Don't think that I'll be satisfied with making these disposable pieces of junk," Barrend openly expressed his disdain for the products made under his supervision. "I want to create a genuine masterpiece to prove my skills!"
"But what can I possibly help with?" Lancelot asked, puzzled, "Is it because of my strength?"
"Exactly!" Barrend nodded in confirmation. "I plan to make a whip suitable for a Succubus. The braid will be made from the finest Cold Iron Filament. Producing metal filament is a very time-consuming and strenuous process, and braiding them is even more so, hence I need to draw on your strength."
Lancelot thought for a moment and agreed. He had originally planned to take advantage of the days Bruto was occupied to go find trouble with the sand worms in the Shattered Mountain Range, but his cultivation had seen impressive progress over these days, clearly relating to his True Qi being depleted from forging during the day.
He was still a distance away from the later stage Great Perfection of the Qi Refinement Realm, so it was more important to focus on improving his cultivation level first, and there was no urgency to gather materials for Foundation Establishment.
Moreover, since it was a gift for Tijana, he was naturally willing to be involved.
Lancelot once again swung his hammer, and as he repeatedly struck the Cold Iron raw material, impurities were continuously expelled. But Barrend was not so easily satisfied; he repeatedly carried out the process of heating, hammering, and folding until the third day when he finally allowed Lancelot to stop.
The humans' next task was to push a stone mill-like disc, stretching the white-hot Cold Iron raw material into filaments as fine as hairs.
Every time he pulled out a length of nine feet, the disc would automatically cut the thread, and Barrend would come over to collect the Cold Iron Filaments. The old Dwarf wore thick gloves, but his arm was still accidentally cut open by the filament. The skin of a Dwarf is as tough as callus, highlighting the sharpness of these metal strands.
Each metal filament was specially heat-treated; after quenching, they were tempered at relatively high temperatures. This process made them less hard than swords, but significantly increased their flexibility, which is the characteristic needed for making a whip.
After that, Barrend used a device similar to a loom to wrap seven Cold Iron Filaments into a single metal thread, then wrapped seven such threads into a slightly thicker metal rope.
The power of Spiritual Cultivators, however, operated on an entirely different system. In the early stages, Spiritual Cultivators turned themselves into vessels, amassing the power of heaven and earth to enhance their strength; in the middle stage, they would expand their own universe, gaining power as this universe expanded.
When a Spiritual Cultivator's universe reached a certain extent, they would be rejected by the universe they were in and undergo the so-called 'Ascension' to leave this universe.
Han Tianzun had only existed for a very short time before being rejected and leaving this universe, and having his legacy was an extreme stroke of luck.
Over here, Barrend was ready to pray to the Dwarven God, Moradin. The ritual was very simple; he just had to place the offering on an iron anvil next to a lit forge.
Kneeling on one knee, Barrend chanted:
"Great Father of Dwarves, protector of kindness and order, guardian of the hills and treasure hoards, patron of craftsmen, soul forger Moradin, your child, Barrend of the Frostforge Clan, son of 'Dragon Slayer' Bruno, I present to you my work, a whip. It is composed of three hundred and forty-three strands of Cold Iron Filament, completed with the help of a human endowed with Divine Power.
It will be given to Tijana, the lord of Twin Bridges Town, uh, a demon who has sheltered many dwarves, saving us from a fate of enslavement."
The old dwarf's voice grew quieter, clearly burdened by his own guilt.
When he finished chanting and nothing happened, he sighed, unsure whether it was regret or relief he felt.
"Well, at least we are still alive and well," Lancelot sighed in relief and helped Barrend to his feet.
Just then, Lancelot's Spirit Perception alarmingly signaled an extremely powerful, utterly terrifying, and completely immeasurable force rushing towards him.
In that instant, he understood this was what people meant by Divine Power. Barrend truly was the son of his father, a success in courting death.
"We're done for."
That was the only thought on his mind at the moment.