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Mysterious patterns composed of Purple Energy slowly rotated around the Spear Shaft. Dulin squinted his Eyes as he looked at these patterns that were only slightly larger than ants to him.
"The Text inscribed on this seems to be from Da Luo Tian?" Dulin's tone was full of uncertainty. "Moreover, I don't recognize the Magic used to inscribe these Inscriptions either."
In fact, Dulin knew when these Inscriptions had just appeared. The kid in front of him indeed hadn't lied. Not only did he not recognize these Magic, but he had also never seen the Energy that constituted these Magic.
Dulin immediately became interested. He hadn't expected to see something unfamiliar in forging after living for so many years. He hadn't felt this way since his thousandth birthday.
"This Purple Energy is Celestial Energy. It should be very unfamiliar to you. The Magic on it is something I developed myself, so of course you haven't seen it before."
Yang Le began to explain his Weapon to Dulin, attracting the surrounding Dwarfs and Asgardians to gather around and listen, afraid of missing this rare Opportunity to acquire new Knowledge.
At the same time, Yang Le's generous and selfless sharing also made those Dwarfs put down their grudges. There weren't many wronged... Good person who could share their Technology so selflessly.
However, these craftsmen also knew that it wasn't good to listen for free. When they came over, they brought a Gift with them. Some brought Raw Materials, and some brought Gadgets they had forged themselves. In short, none of them came empty-handed.
In their opinion, being able to exchange what they already had for unknown Technology was simply a guaranteed profit without loss. It was a good thing that was hard to find even with a lantern.
But, was Yang Le really just a sucker? Of course not, because to use Yang Le's Technology, Celestial Energy was the most basic threshold. Without Celestial Energy, there was no way to use the Technology Yang Le was talking about, and in the Marvel Universe, there was no concept of Celestial Energy.
The Celestial Energy of the entire Marvel Universe was monopolized by Yang Le. If you wanted to use Celestial Energy, the only way now was to become a disciple of the Supreme Celestial. Now the concept of Celestial Energy in the entire Marvel Universe was provided by him, and the Supreme Celestial was still Yang Le's Clone Technique.
In other words, as long as you entered the Gate of Celestial Energy, you would always be monitored by Yang Le. As long as Yang Le wanted, he could revoke the Authority to use Celestial Energy at any time.
The Thing that Yang Le was explaining to them now, even if it was explained very clearly and understandably, these craftsmen still couldn't use it. So even if he explained it thoroughly, he wasn't afraid.
Of course, if someone gained inspiration from Yang Le's Technology and comprehended something on their own, then Yang Le couldn't control that. After all, that was something learned by people relying on Talent, and it was their due to comprehend it.
Odin looked at Everything in front of him with relief. At first, those Words Yang Le said really made him sweat. He even thought about intervening in advance to help Yang Le out of the predicament.
Perhaps it was because the Breath of Asgardian Gods on Yang Le was too strong. Odin always had a Feeling of looking at a Younger generation when he looked at Yang Le, but it was a pity that he wasn't a real Asgardian Gods person.
If Tyr were still alive, his Child would probably be this old, right?
Thinking of his son who was missing a Hand, Odin felt a burst of melancholy. Then he remembered his Daughter who was killed by Birdman. Perhaps he was really old. He always tended to overthink things lately.
Rubbing his Temple, Odin looked at Yang Le, who had become one with the craftsmen, and quietly withdrew from the Asgardian Forge. If he watched any longer, this old man would definitely shed Tears.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Perhaps because he hadn't experienced the Bed at Home for a long time, Thor felt that he had slept especially well. But in order to be vigilant against Loki, he didn't indulge in the soft Bed, but instead got up early.
Relying on the Magic he had learned when fighting wits and courage with Loki, Thor easily left the Bedroom without being noticed by anyone. On the way, after asking a Servant about Yang Le's Position, he set off towards the Asgardian Forge.
On the way, Thor still felt strange. Why did Yang Le not live in his good Bedroom and have to run to the hot and noisy Asgardian Forge? What was so good about those Dwarfs? If he wanted a good Weapon, wouldn't it be better to ask his Dad for one?
Just based on the friendship between Yang Le and himself, although those dangerous Things couldn't be given, it was still possible to get one or two Divine Weapons. Or was it that he wanted to forge a Weapon that belonged exclusively to him?
Before long, Thor arrived at the Asgardian Forge. As soon as he pushed open a Crack in the Gate, a deafening clang came from inside the Door. Thor, who was good at using Hammers, of course understood what that Sound was. It was the Sound of a Hammer hitting Metal.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Bang!"
With the last completely different Sound, his Ear became quiet again. This represented that the person using the Hammer had completed his Work.
Completely pushing open the Gate, a familiar Figure appeared in front of him. It was Yang Le. In front of him was a huge Anvil, and a Forging Hammer was placed on the Anvil, obviously just put down.
These couldn't attract Thor's Gaze. What completely made Thor stare intently was the Weapon Yang Le was holding in his Hand, a Golden Light gleaming Short Spear. With Yang Le's movements, Golden Fire Stream flowed out from it from time to time.
This was a Divine Weapon no weaker than Mjolnir. Thor, who had experienced hundreds of battles, could tell at a glance. If it were on the Battlefield, he would definitely want to compete with the Master of this Weapon.
No, there's no need to fix the Rules on the Battlefield.
"Hey! Habby!"
Yang Le turned his head after hearing Thor's loud voice, and only saw a strong man with bright Gaze. In Thor's Eyes, the flames of war were burning fiercely.
"Just finished forging a Weapon, don't you want to try it out? How about it? Want to have a spar with me?"
Yang Le chuckled, twirled the Short Spear in his Hand a few times, and then flicked it sharply. A ball of Fire Stream was thrown by him onto the Ground, and then turned into sparks and disappeared.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for."
"Good! Straightforward!" Thor laughed loudly after hearing the Answer he wanted to hear, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Yang Le's Hand, and pulled him outside.
"Let's go, let's go to the Arena. This Aspect is too small to use our full strength. Let me say first, although it's a spar, you absolutely can't hold back, or else I'll get angry."
For a true Warrior like Thor, if you defeat him, he will definitely not be angry, but will only stimulate his fighting spirit to make him stronger and stronger. But if you hold back, even if Thor wins, he will become angry and ashamed, and even break off relations is possible.
"I haven't had Breakfast yet." Yang Le looked at the hurried Thor, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The latter really didn't care and said carelessly.
"Asgardians won't starve to death if they miss one meal, and there's also a Restaurant next to the Arena. It's not too late to eat after the fight."
Helpless, facing the frantic Thor, Yang Le could only honestly follow behind him. Who told him that he also wanted to try the Power of the Weapon?
(End of Chapter)
"The Text inscribed on this seems to be from Da Luo Tian?" Dulin's tone was full of uncertainty. "Moreover, I don't recognize the Magic used to inscribe these Inscriptions either."
In fact, Dulin knew when these Inscriptions had just appeared. The kid in front of him indeed hadn't lied. Not only did he not recognize these Magic, but he had also never seen the Energy that constituted these Magic.
Dulin immediately became interested. He hadn't expected to see something unfamiliar in forging after living for so many years. He hadn't felt this way since his thousandth birthday.
"This Purple Energy is Celestial Energy. It should be very unfamiliar to you. The Magic on it is something I developed myself, so of course you haven't seen it before."
Yang Le began to explain his Weapon to Dulin, attracting the surrounding Dwarfs and Asgardians to gather around and listen, afraid of missing this rare Opportunity to acquire new Knowledge.
At the same time, Yang Le's generous and selfless sharing also made those Dwarfs put down their grudges. There weren't many wronged... Good person who could share their Technology so selflessly.
However, these craftsmen also knew that it wasn't good to listen for free. When they came over, they brought a Gift with them. Some brought Raw Materials, and some brought Gadgets they had forged themselves. In short, none of them came empty-handed.
In their opinion, being able to exchange what they already had for unknown Technology was simply a guaranteed profit without loss. It was a good thing that was hard to find even with a lantern.
But, was Yang Le really just a sucker? Of course not, because to use Yang Le's Technology, Celestial Energy was the most basic threshold. Without Celestial Energy, there was no way to use the Technology Yang Le was talking about, and in the Marvel Universe, there was no concept of Celestial Energy.
The Celestial Energy of the entire Marvel Universe was monopolized by Yang Le. If you wanted to use Celestial Energy, the only way now was to become a disciple of the Supreme Celestial. Now the concept of Celestial Energy in the entire Marvel Universe was provided by him, and the Supreme Celestial was still Yang Le's Clone Technique.
In other words, as long as you entered the Gate of Celestial Energy, you would always be monitored by Yang Le. As long as Yang Le wanted, he could revoke the Authority to use Celestial Energy at any time.
The Thing that Yang Le was explaining to them now, even if it was explained very clearly and understandably, these craftsmen still couldn't use it. So even if he explained it thoroughly, he wasn't afraid.
Of course, if someone gained inspiration from Yang Le's Technology and comprehended something on their own, then Yang Le couldn't control that. After all, that was something learned by people relying on Talent, and it was their due to comprehend it.
Odin looked at Everything in front of him with relief. At first, those Words Yang Le said really made him sweat. He even thought about intervening in advance to help Yang Le out of the predicament.
Perhaps it was because the Breath of Asgardian Gods on Yang Le was too strong. Odin always had a Feeling of looking at a Younger generation when he looked at Yang Le, but it was a pity that he wasn't a real Asgardian Gods person.
If Tyr were still alive, his Child would probably be this old, right?
Thinking of his son who was missing a Hand, Odin felt a burst of melancholy. Then he remembered his Daughter who was killed by Birdman. Perhaps he was really old. He always tended to overthink things lately.
Rubbing his Temple, Odin looked at Yang Le, who had become one with the craftsmen, and quietly withdrew from the Asgardian Forge. If he watched any longer, this old man would definitely shed Tears.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Perhaps because he hadn't experienced the Bed at Home for a long time, Thor felt that he had slept especially well. But in order to be vigilant against Loki, he didn't indulge in the soft Bed, but instead got up early.
Relying on the Magic he had learned when fighting wits and courage with Loki, Thor easily left the Bedroom without being noticed by anyone. On the way, after asking a Servant about Yang Le's Position, he set off towards the Asgardian Forge.
On the way, Thor still felt strange. Why did Yang Le not live in his good Bedroom and have to run to the hot and noisy Asgardian Forge? What was so good about those Dwarfs? If he wanted a good Weapon, wouldn't it be better to ask his Dad for one?
Just based on the friendship between Yang Le and himself, although those dangerous Things couldn't be given, it was still possible to get one or two Divine Weapons. Or was it that he wanted to forge a Weapon that belonged exclusively to him?
Before long, Thor arrived at the Asgardian Forge. As soon as he pushed open a Crack in the Gate, a deafening clang came from inside the Door. Thor, who was good at using Hammers, of course understood what that Sound was. It was the Sound of a Hammer hitting Metal.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Bang!"
With the last completely different Sound, his Ear became quiet again. This represented that the person using the Hammer had completed his Work.
Completely pushing open the Gate, a familiar Figure appeared in front of him. It was Yang Le. In front of him was a huge Anvil, and a Forging Hammer was placed on the Anvil, obviously just put down.
These couldn't attract Thor's Gaze. What completely made Thor stare intently was the Weapon Yang Le was holding in his Hand, a Golden Light gleaming Short Spear. With Yang Le's movements, Golden Fire Stream flowed out from it from time to time.
This was a Divine Weapon no weaker than Mjolnir. Thor, who had experienced hundreds of battles, could tell at a glance. If it were on the Battlefield, he would definitely want to compete with the Master of this Weapon.
No, there's no need to fix the Rules on the Battlefield.
"Hey! Habby!"
Yang Le turned his head after hearing Thor's loud voice, and only saw a strong man with bright Gaze. In Thor's Eyes, the flames of war were burning fiercely.
"Just finished forging a Weapon, don't you want to try it out? How about it? Want to have a spar with me?"
Yang Le chuckled, twirled the Short Spear in his Hand a few times, and then flicked it sharply. A ball of Fire Stream was thrown by him onto the Ground, and then turned into sparks and disappeared.
"That's exactly what I was hoping for."
"Good! Straightforward!" Thor laughed loudly after hearing the Answer he wanted to hear, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Yang Le's Hand, and pulled him outside.
"Let's go, let's go to the Arena. This Aspect is too small to use our full strength. Let me say first, although it's a spar, you absolutely can't hold back, or else I'll get angry."
For a true Warrior like Thor, if you defeat him, he will definitely not be angry, but will only stimulate his fighting spirit to make him stronger and stronger. But if you hold back, even if Thor wins, he will become angry and ashamed, and even break off relations is possible.
"I haven't had Breakfast yet." Yang Le looked at the hurried Thor, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The latter really didn't care and said carelessly.
"Asgardians won't starve to death if they miss one meal, and there's also a Restaurant next to the Arena. It's not too late to eat after the fight."
Helpless, facing the frantic Thor, Yang Le could only honestly follow behind him. Who told him that he also wanted to try the Power of the Weapon?
(End of Chapter)
