Disaster Shelter

The reason why Feng Ruixing and Feng Ruixing gathered together at this time was because Wen Wen had informed them that a surveillance point would be established here.

The person who came to set up the monitoring point was a human prisoner in the shelter. After the set up, he would stay here and accept Feng Ruixing's command.

Feng Ruixing was looking forward to this.

Although he was the incoming subordinate, a prisoner in the shelter, but there was a superhuman thug by his side, something Feng Ruixing never dared to think about before.

On the other side, Heng An was simply interested in the checkpoint.

I heard that the monitoring point can easily see the distribution of superpowers and monsters in the city. With this thing, it will be more convenient for him to hunt down members of the secret organization.

The two came to the roof of the foundation building together, and after waiting for a while, they saw a giant eagle flying across the sky, and then a figure in red jumped down from the sky.

This figure was wearing a bright red windbreaker, carrying a long silver metal sword, with a ferocious skull on the gauntlet.

Feng Ruixing and the two looked at each other. They always felt that this outfit seemed to have been seen in some game before. Could it be that this person is playing cosplay?

The person in the red trench coat is Wei Su.

Wei Su walked up to Feng Ruixing, clenched his right fist on his chest and said, My name is Wei Su, and I will be your subordinate from today on. I will work hard.

He had to work hard, or the chains on him would teach him what real pain was.

Feng Ruixing looked at Wei Su with some headaches and said: Well... the first thing, you should change into some normal clothes first, you won't be able to work by my side if you dress like this.

Wei Su nodded, then activated his ability, and a set of shining golden armor appeared on his body.

Feng Ruixing was speechless, is this guy really useful to him?

Heng An at the side couldn't stand it any longer, and patted Wei Su on the shoulder directly.

He can nullify the power of the super power, and the armor on Wei Su's body starts to disappear, so that they don't need to see the awkward outfit.

But Heng An never imagined that there was nothing on Wei Su's body except the armor transformed with super power.

So at nine o'clock in the evening, on the roof of the foundation, a man covering his face and crying appeared...

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Ding, ding, when...

Stop, stop hammering, stop hammering!

Li Haiyang woke up from the dream, took the paper towel beside the bed, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This is his old problem, and once he falls asleep, he always has some strange dreams.

At the age of twenty-five, he always kept tissues beside his bed because of this nightmare.

Definitely not because he likes to do weird things...

In the dream, he was not what he looked like.

It was a man who was only about 1.2 meters tall. This man was extremely muscular, like a muscular block.

He held a ferocious iron hammer in one hand, and kept hitting an iron ingot in front of him, smashing... never stopping.

Painful wailing sounds could be heard from time to time, as if what was being forged by the hammer was not a piece of iron ingot, but a living person.

The long dreamland passed in this endless forging.

Why did I have this dream, maybe I was really entangled in some unclean things...

Li Haiyang touched his chest with his hand, where there was a flame-shaped metal emblem.

As long as I have this thing, I'm safe, no one can hurt me!

A few years ago, Li Haiyang happened to pass by a street stall, and he immediately fell in love with a flame-shaped pendant, so he bought it at a low price.

At first the pendant didn't show any magic, but once Li Haiyang was in a trance from work and didn't look at the road when crossing the road.

When he was about to be hit by a motorcycle, the pendant suddenly heated up, and he fell backwards, dodging the motorcycle.

After that, the chain of the pendant disappeared, and the main body of the pendant was inlaid on Li Haiyang's chest. No matter what he tried, he couldn't get the pendant off.

Gradually, Li Haiyang discovered that this pendant seemed to be a very powerful amulet.

Every time he was about to be injured, this pendant could play a role in bringing him back.

Since the pendant can protect him, Li Haiyang is no longer obsessed with taking it off his chest.

...

At the same time, in the middle of an unlit factory building in Baoya City, there was a glowing red forging table burning with fire.

A short figure with a flame-like red beard kept swinging a ferocious hammer, forging something.

However, different from Li Haiyang's dream, the object he forged had changed from an iron ingot to a long sword.

The hot air on the sword embryo condensed into a phantom in the shape of a man.

Stop hitting me, let me die, please... The man knelt on the ground and kept begging the red beard for mercy.

But the red beard didn't hesitate to hit it down with a hammer, directly smashing the phantom away.

When the phantom appeared again, it pointed at the red beard and cursed, but the result was the same.

Every time Red Beard punched the sword embryo, the phantom reappeared darker. He wanted that phantom to become the soul of the sword.

After hammering for more than an hour, the long sword was basically formed, and the red beard poured a pot of stinky blood on the hot long sword.

Then he spat out a mouthful of flames on the sword, and the whole long sword burned violently.

The burning light of the long sword illuminated the entire workshop.

With this light, it can be seen that on the edge of the factory building, there are dozens of human corpses hanging like pork!

The red beard looked obsessively at the long sword bathed in flames, and murmured:

The sword body is forged with abyssal metal, quenched with demon blood, and the sinful human souls carefully selected from the residents of the old hotel are used as sword spirits...

This is already the forty-seventh experiment, can you forge a real magic sword...

After the flame dissipated, the red beard grabbed the metal sword hilt, his eyes turned red instantly, and his whole body was full of violent killing intent.

But he quickly regained his clarity and threw the sword aside.

It failed again, it is indeed magical...

But the effect is far from what I expected. Maybe I should catch a high-level demon to try...

...

It was high in the sun, and Wen Wen stood on the balcony, bathing in the sun, while holding the long sword in both hands and maintaining the posture of about to swing the sword.

Although his body was motionless, his brain did not stop.

He wanted to find a feeling, which was the feeling when Xun Ying swung his sword in front of him.

Wen Wen remembered all the details of that sword clearly, but he just couldn't restore that sword perfectly.

According to Xun Ying, he did not find his own sword.

But what does it mean to have a sword that belongs to you?

The sword I snatched from others is not mine. Even so, why doesn't the sword I forge respond?

After thinking for a long time, Wen Wen still didn't come up with a reason, so he took back his long sword, shook his head and sighed.

Hurry up and send it out before twelve o'clock... I'm so hard.