The God of War in the Dimensional World

“........”

The man didn’t want to continue talking to this guy. The more he talked, the more he felt his IQ was decreasing.

Watching the man walk back into the temple, the dark-haired spearman also floated and followed him.

After entering the temple, the exterior didn’t look big, but after entering it, it felt much larger than a football field.

A blazing flame burned in the forge on one side. Near the furnace mouth were two...mechanical arms? They were constantly throwing a lot of metal materials into the furnace.

“Is that...all made by him?”

Everyone saw the S·W logo on those metal creations, but it was also obvious that these mechanical arms had been modified. At least no matter how outrageous Sven was, the joints of these mechanical arms should be spherical joints, not complicated and incomprehensible magic circles!

This really combines technology and magic together!

The debris with the same mark here almost occupied more than 80% of the entire workshop.

The dark-haired spearman looked back and forth at these objects.

"I...seem to have seen a lot of similar things, all used by this guy."

The man looked back at the spearman, but was not surprised when he saw her pointing at Sven.

He came to his workbench, on which were placed various parts and control systems that the man had disassembled from Sven's devices for research, and even on one side there were prototypes that imitated those objects and restored their control systems with magic.

These were all things that he had worked hard to make for many days, but at this moment the man didn't care at all and swept all these things to the ground, clearing the entire workbench and putting Sven's body on it.

"Can it be restored to its original appearance?"

The dark-haired spearman looked curiously at the man who turned around and began to search for something in the workshop.

".........I don't know."

"Don't wait until you are cured and your strength is not as strong as before. That would be no fun. I want to fight him again."

"How sure are you?"

"........." The man found that the other party did not intend to listen to him, so he did not intend to continue talking. Instead, he began to dig out some boxes made of various materials that were already covered with dust.

"What, what, is there something interesting in it?" The dark-haired spearman kept changing positions from the side and around the man, and the sound sounded very noisy.

This is unbearable for a craftsman who does not like socializing, has a somewhat withdrawn personality, and likes a quiet working environment!

The man turned his head suddenly, staring at the dark-haired spearman with his burning eyes.

"It's so noisy!"

"Get out!"

The next moment, he was confused.The dark-haired spearman, who was still holding the Holy Grail, was directly blasted out, staring at the dilapidated square full of garbage in front of him.

"Hey, wait, you are too............."

However, when she turned around, she found that the temple had disappeared without a trace!

"Ah?"

"This, this............ just ran away?"

The dark-haired spearman blinked in disbelief, but still did not see any trace of the temple.

"..........Forget it, just run away, it's not my body anyway, I'm not in a hurry to find it back."

"But in this case, he probably won't be able to return to normal in a short time."

"Ah ah ah~~~!!"

"Is there nothing else fun to do!!"

Having lost something he was interested in, the bored dark-haired spearman looked at the Holy Grail in his hand with a bitter face.

"There's nothing fun to do recently, why don't we go back and take a look? Maybe a human has reached the top of the mountain to challenge me?"

The dark-haired spearman shrugged, casually hooked the Holy Grail with the tip of his tail and flew eastward.

Seeing this scene, Xiaobai, who was still panting and resting, was surprised that the building disappeared just now, but now he has to run away again without resting for long?

He simply doesn't take his life seriously!

Shaking his head, Xiaobai had to cheer up again and chase after him.

Without being disturbed by others, the man in the temple workshop was finally able to concentrate on his work.

".........the ghost flame ghost lantern that devoured the resentment of the entire land in hell, the horn of the rainbow unicorn, the roots of the elven tree that was cultivated in the environment of the Age of Gods for more than ten thousand years, the heart of the fallen barbarian god, the claws of the curse of hell, and the black beast fat."

Now the people who could do nothing just watched the man take out the materials that exuded various materialized atmospheres just by looking at them, so that soon a pile of materials several meters high was piled up next to the workbench where Sven was lying.

"These things just sound like they are not so easy to get?"

"Is he really going to cure him?"

Many people still have a skeptical attitude, because they can't think of what the other party should do after taking out these materials so as not to suffer losses?

But for the man, the value of these things is just so-so, not so precious. After all, as a craftsman, what he lacks the least here is these "conventional" materials.

"After that, we need the young shoots of grape branches, ripe wheat ears, pebbles beside the seats, foam from the ocean, pomegranate seeds at midnight, antlers of doe, and arrow feathers from hunting bows..."

If the conventional materials just now looked extraordinary, then the ones the man mentioned now all made people think that he had picked them from the garbage dump on the roadside orThe person simply pulled it out from the roadside.

But when he took out the grape buds with leaves larger than a person from a box that looked unlikely to be the size of a suitcase, everyone realized that something was wrong!

The golden grains in the five or six meter tall wheat ears were the size of a human head at any moment, and the round stone looked ordinary, but when it was placed on the ground on one side, a trace of lightning flashed!

The following items were similar things, each of which was far from what everyone knew, but there was one thing.

Except for the wheat ear which was relatively complete, the rest of these materials felt like the leftover scraps of something, with obvious missing parts.

"Is this all the stuff left?"

"It seems a little insufficient."

The man scratched his head in distress. He began to have a headache. He felt that he should have listened to that guy's advice and prepared more materials while he still had plenty of money in case he had no materials when inspiration broke out.

Now it's too late to find it again!

"Eh........."

The man held the huge wheat ear that looked like a parasol, turned around slowly, and looked at Sven lying on the workbench through his messy hair and beard. Although Sven's consciousness was not here at the moment and this body could not move, the man seemed to hear his voice.

"Okay, okay, don't keep preaching to me when you are like this."

The man shook his head, looking like he had been taught but had a bad temper.

"?"

The crowd who didn't hear any other voices were very confused. They didn't know who the man was talking to. Could there be someone else here?

"I admit that you are right. Next time, I will prepare the materials in advance!"

The man walked up to Sven and threw most of the materials into the crucible on the forging table on one side. The remaining materials were piled on Sven. As for the golden wheat ears, the man peeled out all the grains and smashed them all with his hammer.

"But, even if you want to preach, I think you should be preached."

The man kept waving his hammer, but he kept talking.

"............."

"You are always like this. You hurt yourself like this every time. I think if you were not a doctor, you would have died many times."

The man talked to himself. Although Sven had no way to answer him, he still talked happily.

"You may not be aware of it, but you are arrogant and nosy. You should worry about yourself more than others."

"If you have time, go find Asclepius... No, he may not dare to protect you, after all, his father may be..."

"Hmm?"

"What's going on?"

"Not only is your magic circuit gone, but your heart is nowhere to be found, and you burned yourself like this."

"Don't you know what you're afraid of?"

"If you continue, I don't know where you'll die."

Some of these words sounded like complaints, but they also sounded like caring, making everyone more and more unsure of the identity of the person in front of them, and at the same time, they also learned the shocking fact that Sven had no heart!

How can an organism survive without a heart?

(To be continued)

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